Four Friends Page #3

It will happen.

- Come on, Gergley, shoot the ball.

- Prozor, when's my turn to get Georgia?

- Gergley's an a**hole.

- Everything's put away.

Get a load of Rudy.

Gergley hooks.

Let's go. Danny, come on. Play with us.

Out of my way, jibo.

- Don't call me that, Gergley.

- All right, n*gger.

You don't scare nobody, fat ass.

Sharon, run!

Come on, Rudy. I got something for you.

I'm gonna get rid of you

and have a party with the girl, Rudy.

I'll kill you, honky. I'll kill all of y'all.

- I'll kill you, mother...

- Come on, Danny.

Where do you think you're going, Jew boy?

- Gergley, you son of a b*tch!

- Get out of the way, Prozor.

Let's burn his ass.

Come here, Rudy.

I got something for you. Come on.

Hey, n*gger, come here.

Fire!

The Marcels with the Number 7 sound

in our town:

Blue Moon. Checking the time...

What's happening?

What the hell's happening?

Other arms reach out to me

Other eyes smile tenderly

Still in peaceful dreams I see

The road leads back to you

I say Georgia

Georgia

Oh, Georgia

You can't just wait there all night, Danny.

- Tell her goodbye.

- I will.

Autumn came early that year.

At least, it did on Aberdeen Lane.

Georgia's house,

once so full of music and noise...

fell silent.

The whole street

seemed to be holding its breath...

or maybe it was just that I was.

Georgia

The whole day through

All right, that's enough!

Enough? It's too much.

I used to like that song

till I heard it played every day for two years.

Here it is.

The moon, my friend, can save the Earth.

Wars will stop...

hostilities and suspicions cease

when we realize...

from out there, that the Earth

is nothing more than a dot...

a comma in the great poem of the universe.

And you accuse me

of being a sentimental cornball?

I'm a scientific cornball.

Come on, get over here.

Take a peek at the future.

It's beautiful, the future.

- Come on! Take a peek.

- All right, Louie. I'll take a look.

It better be good.

Sometimes...

I can actually see the whole universe:

The galaxies...

and the stars, the planets.

And, yes, when stars collide,

it's out of loneliness.

They're out there orbiting in the void...

and they collide, as if to embrace.

God, I hope I'm alive

when we land on the moon.

Of course you'll be alive. Horny, but alive.

- In case I'm not...

- I don't want to listen to that stuff.

...let's make a promise to each other.

The minute that first man

lands the first foot on the moon...

at that very instant, you think of me.

And I, if such things are possible...

I will think of you.

Is that a deal?

You got it.

Wonderful. Gives me something

to look forward to.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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