Sara: [Writing down her phone number] I can't believe I'm doing this.
Jonathan: Please let fate take its proper course.
[large truck zooms by, wind knocks number from his hand into a pile of blowing trash on the sidewalk]
Jonathan: That was an accident! Write that down please?
Sara: I can't! That's a sign. Fate's telling us to back off.
Jonathan: If fate didn't want us to be together, then why did we meet tonight? Got you!
Sara: I don't know, it's not an exact science, it's a feeling.
Jonathan: What if you're wrong? Huh? What if it's all in our hands and you just walk away? No names, no phone numbers, what do you think's gonna happen? Do you think good ol' fate is gonna deliver my information to your doorstep?
Sara: You know, that's the best idea you've had all night.
Jonathan: What's the best idea?
Sara: [giving Jonathan a $5 bill] Here you go. Write your name and number down.
Jonathan: On this $5 bill?
Sara: Yeah, just do it.
Jonathan: [writing down his name and phone number] You are a strange and interesting woman.
[gives her the $5 bill]
Jonathan: Now what?
Sara: Wait there.
[crosses the street and buys a roll of mints with the $5 bill]
Jonathan: Hey! What the hell was that?
Sara: Well, if that $5 bill makes its way back into my hands, I'll be able to call you, and when you hear my voice on the other end, then you'll believe in fate, won't you?
Jonathan: Hey! What about me?
Sara: What do you mean?
Jonathan: Well, we have to send something out in the universe with your name, don't we? I mean, that's the only fair thing.
Sara: That *is* the only fair thing. What have I got? Ooh, no, I have a really good idea.
Jonathan: [looking at the band playing] That's a lot of tubas.
Sara: [holds up a book] See this book?
Jonathan: Yeah!
Sara: [opens the book] So, when I get home tonight, I'm gonna write my name and number in this book, and first thing tomorrow morning, I'll sell it to a used bookstore.
Jonathan: Which one? You're not gonna tell me, you're not gonna tell me? Why not?
Sara: Now every time you pass an old book store you're gonna have to go inside to see if it's there!
*****
Dean: Johnathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancee. He was 35 years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit of his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather, its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan. Asked about the loss of his dear friend, Dean Kansky, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and executive editor of the New York Times, described Johnathan as a changed man in the last days of his life. "Things were clearer for him," Kansky noted. Ultimately Johnathan concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call "fatum", what we crrently refer to as destiny.
*****
Dean: You know the Greeks didn't write obituaries. They only asked one question after a man died: "Did he have passion?".
*****
Davey: So what does all this mean? Fuck if I know, I just like the movie and wish it was a true story. And I wish I was the girl. :-)
