You've Got Mail Part 5

You've Got Mail Part 5
by Masaki Itoh, Yohei Oki, Teruhide Suzuki, Yuichiro Matsumoto

INT. KATHLEEN'S APARTMENT - DAY

Kathleen is making tea. She starts toward the bedroom. We
see her computer, now hooked up in the living room, where all
of Frank's typewriters used to be.

KATHLEEN (V.O.)
People are always telling you that change
is a good thing. But all they're really
saying-- --is that something you didn't
want to happen at all--
(continued)

INT. KATHLEEN'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

KATHLEEN (V.O., cont'd)
--has happened. My store is closing this
week. I own a store. Did I ever tell you
that? And in a week it will be something
really depressing-- --like a Baby Gap.
(continued)

Kathleen enters the bedroom and we see the entire room has
been rearranged.

She gets into bed and turns on the television set.

EXT. SHOP AROUND THE CORNER - DUSK

The bookshelves are empty.

KATHLEEN (V.O., cont'd)
Soon we'll just be a memory. In fact,
someone, some foolish person-- --will
probably think it's a tribute to this
city. The way it keeps changing on you.
Or the way you can never count on it, or
something. I know, because that's the
sort of thing I'm always saying. But the
truth is-- --I'm heartbroken. I feel as
if a part of he has died-- --and my mother
has died all over again. And no one-- --
can ever make it right.

On the door is a small sign. "After 42 years, we are closing
our doors. We have loved being part of your lives."

Kathleen turns out the light in the store and opens the door.

The little bell over the door jingles.

Kathleen reaches up on her tiptoes for the bell and detaches
it.

Then she comes out of the store, carrying the bell.

Kathleen locks the door and reaches down to operate the grate
for the last time.

The grate starts to lower.

Kathleen looks at her store, one last time. Then she walks
off, carrying the bell. We hear it jingle in the night.

And hold on The Shop Around the Corner, and it slowly turns
into a computer-enhanced version of itself.

And then, suddenly, it vanishes with a poof, leaving an empty
screen.

EXT. 79TH STREET BOAT BASIN - LATE AFTERNOON

As Joe is walking Brinkley back to the boat. A limousine has
pulled up near the pier and the driver is unloading bags.
Joe stops to see the passenger: his father, Nelson Fox.

JOE
What happened? Oh, hell? How are you?
You know, Dad, you did pretty well. At
least you didn't marry her. Welcome
aborad. It lasted awhile.

EXT. 79TH STREET BOAT BASIN - DUSK

Next to Joe's boat is a larger yacht.

INT. YACHT - NIGHT

In the main cabin Joe and Nelson are having drinks. Nelson
lifts his glass in a toast.

NELSON
You know--

Nelson ignores the question.

NELSON
I've stayed here after, let's see, your
mother, Laurette that ballet dancer --

JOE
-- My nanny --

NELSON
She was the nanny? I forgot that. How
ironic, and then there was the ice skater --

JOE
-- also my nanny --

NELSON
Really? Well, that's amazingly ironic.
And then there was Sybil. The-- --it's
an“A”word.

JOE
Astrologer.

NELSON
Exactly. Yeah.

JOE
Whose moon turned out to be in someone
else's house.

NELSON
Just like Gillian.

JOE
Gillian ran off with someone?

NELSON
The nanny.

JOE
Nanny Maureen? Gillian ran off with
Nanny Maureen.

NELSON
You got it.

JOE
It's incredibly ironic.

JOE
No other word for it.

NELSON
Well, who's better than us?

JOE
Father and son, together at least.

NELSON
Who did you say you broke up with?

JOE
Patricia. You met her.

NELSON
Would I like her?
(cracks himself up)
Just kidding, son. Now, is this beautiful
or what? I'll be living out of a suitcase
for a least three weeks, and then there's
the inevitable legal hassle, more of your
inheritance down the drain.

JOE
Don't you worry about it.

NELSON
I won't. But then I get to meet someone
new. That's the easy part.

JOE
Oh, right, a snap to find the one single
person in the world who fills your heart
with joy.

NELSON
Well, don't be ridiculous. Have I ever
been with anybody who fit that description?
Have you?

Hold on Joe.

EXT. KATHLEEN'S STREET - DAY

Joe, on his way to Kathleen's apartment building, carrying a
bunch of daisies, wrapped in cellophane.

Joe goes up the stoop to her building and looks at buzzer.
Sees Kelly, 3A. He presses. Nothing. Presses again.

KATHLEEN
(voice clogged, through intercom)
Who is it?

JOE
It's Joe Fox.

INT. KATHLEEN'S APARTMENT - SAME TIME

Kathleen, in her pajamas, at the intercom, horrified.

KATHLEEN
What are you doing here?

JOE
May I please come up?

KATHLEEN
No, I don't-- No, I don't really think
that that is a good idea, because-- --
I have a--

Someone else walks up to the door, unlocks it and walks in.
Joe follows.

INT. KATHLEEN'S APARTMENT - SAME TIME

KATHLEEN
(into the intercom)
I have a terrible cold, can you hear that?
I'm sniffling and not really awake --

EXT. KATHLEEN'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

As Kathleen continues to talk through the Intercom to an
empty stoop.

KATHLEEN'S VOICE
I have a temperature and taking echinacea ?-
--and vitamin C, and I'm sleeping practically
24 hours a day,--

INT. KATHLEEN'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

KATHLEEN
(into intercom)
and I think I'm contagious. So I would-?
so I would really appreciate it if you
would just go away.

There's a knock on the door right next to her. Kathleen
practically jumps out of her skin. She looks through the
peephole. There he is.

JOE
Kathleen?

KATHLEEN
Just a second.

She puts on a robe, runs frantically about picking up various
scattered wadded-up Kleenexs, opens the front door. Joe is
holding a bunch of flowers wrapped in paper.

KATHLEEN
Yes, just a second.

JOE
Hello.

KATHLEEN
What are you doing here?

JOE
I heard you were sick and I was worried
and I wanted to make--
(he hears voices)
Is there somebody here?

KATHLEEN
It's the Home Shopping Network.

JOE
You buy any of those little porcelain dolls?

KATHLEEN
I was thinking about it.
(beat)
You put me out of business --

JOE
Yes, I did.

KATHLEEN
Did you come to gloat?

JOE
No.

KATHLEEN
To offer me a job --

JOE
No, I would never --

KATHLEEN
I have plans, I have plenty of offers.
You know, I got offered a job by --

JOE
By my former?

KATHLEEN
Your former?

JOE
We broke up.

KATHLEEN
That's too bad. You were so perfect
for each other.
(she claps her hand over her
mouth)
I don't mean to say things like that. No
matter what you have done, there is no
excuse for my saying anything like
that. But every time I see you --

JOE
Things like that to fly out of your mouth.

KATHLEEN
Yes.
(sharply)

She starts to the door.

JOE
I bought you flowers.

KATHLEEN
Oh.
(trying as hard as she can)
Thank you.

She takes them.

He takes them back.

JOE
Why don't I just put these in water?

He heads for the kitchen. A beat, while she stares after him.
Then follows.

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

When Kathleen gets to the kitchen, Joe is checking the kettle
for water. Turns on the stove.

JOE
You're sick. You should sit down.

He pulls out a kitchen chair. Kathleen sits. She's a little
woozy.

JOE
I need a vase?

KATHLEEN
Above the refrigerator.

JOE
There it is. Obviously.

He gets out a vase. Fills it with water.

JOE
George says hello, by the way. He told
me you were sick.

KATHLEEN
How is George?

JOE
He's great, really great. He's revolutionizing
the place. You can't work in his department
whose you have a Ph.D. in
children's literature.

He unwraps the paper around the flowers. Daisies. Puts them
in a vase.

KATHLEEN
I love daisies.

JOE
You told me.

He puts the vase on the kitchen table. Kathleen plays with
the petals.

KATHLEEN
They're so friendly. Don't you think
doisics are the friendliest flower?

JOE
I do.

KATHLEEN
When did you break up?

JOE
Couple of weeks ago.

KATHLEEN
Everyone is breaking up. You. Me. This
other person I know broke up with someone
in an elevator. Or after it. It got stuck.
Or just outside it. When I saw you at the
coffee place, I was waiting for him and I was --

JOE
-- charming.

KATHLEEN
I was not charming.

JOE
Well, you looked charming.

The teakettle whistles. Joe turns off the burner.

JOE
Tea?

KATHLEEN
Yes.

He gets out mugs and teabags and pours the water.

KATHLEEN
I was upset and horrible.

JOE
Honey?

Kathleen nods. He puts in two spoonfuls, gives it to her.

JOE
I was the horrible one.

KATHLEEN
Well, that's True. But I have no excuse.

She picks up the daisies and carries them into:

INT. KATHLEEN'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

Joe follows her. They both sit.

JOE
I see what you've saying. That's interesting.
Whereas I am a horrible person therefour I have
no choice but to be horrible. That's what you're
saying. But that's all right. That's all right.

She claps her hand over her mouth.

JOE
I put you out of business, so you're
entitled to hate me.

KATHLEEN
I don't hate you --

JOE
But you'll never forgive me. Just like
Elizabeth.

KATHLEEN
Who?

JOE
Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice.
She was too proud --

KATHLEEN
I thought you hated Pride and Prejudice.

JOE
-- or was she too prejudiced and Mr.
Darcy too proud? Well, I can never remember.
(beat)
It wasn't personal --

KATHLEEN
What is that supposed to mean? I am so
sick of that. All that means is that wasn't
personal to you, but it's personal to me,
it's personal to a lot of people.
(she shrugs helplessly)
What's so wrong with being personal?

JOE
Nothing.

KATHLEEN
Whatever else anything is, it ought to
begin by being personal.

Kathleen stands up, picks up the daisies.

KATHLEEN
My head's starting to get fuzzy.

They walk to...

EXT. KATHLEEN'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Kathleen puts the daisies next to the bed and gets into it.
She fluffs up the pillows, pulls up the blankets, surrounds
herself with Kleenex and Evian and sneezes a gigantic sneeze.

KATHLEEN
Why did you stop by again? I forget.

JOE
I wanted to be your friend.

KATHLEEN
Oh.

JOE
I knew it wasn't possible. What can I
say? Sometimes a guy just wants the
impossible. Can I ask you a question?

KATHLEEN
What?

JOE
What happened with that guy at the cafe?

KATHLEEN
Nothing.

JOE
But you're crazy about him --

KATHLEEN
Yes. I am.

JOE
Why don't you run off with him?
What are you waiting for?

A long beat.

KATHLEEN
I don't actually know him.

JOE
Really?

KATHLEEN
I only know through the-- you're
not going to believe this --

JOE
Let me guess. Through the Internet?

KATHLEEN
Yes.

JOE
You've Got Mail.

KATHLEEN
Yes.

JOE
Those are very powerful words.

KATHLEEN
Yes.

Joe sits on the edge of the bed.

JOE
I'm happy for him. Although -- could I
just make a little suggestion?

KATHLEEN
What?

JOE
I think you should meet him. No. Wait,
I take that back. Why would you want to
meet somebody you're crazy about?

KATHLEEN
(starting to get sharp again)
I hardly think I need to take advice
from someone who --

He reaches out and gently claps his hand over her mouth. And
holds it there. It's unexpectedly tender and sexy.

JOE
Now I can see that I bring out the worst
in you, but let me just help you not to
say something you're just going to torture
yourself about for years to come.

She starts to smile and he removes his hand.

They look at each other.

JOE
I hope you feel better soon. It would be
a shame to miss New York in the spring.

Joe stands.

KATHLEEN
Thank you for the daisies.

He starts for the door.

JOE
Well-- you take care.

KATHLEEN
I will.

JOE
Goodbye.

KATHLEEN
Goodbye.

We hear the door close.

Hold on Kathleen.

INT. KATHLEEN'S BEDROOM - DAY

Kathleen at the computer, typing.

KATHLEEN (V.O.)
I have been thinking about this and
I think we should meet.

She clicks the send button and then exits from American On
Line.

On her computer screen we now see the standard screen with
several icons: American On-Line, Word, Recycle Bin, etc.

She clicks Word.

She goes to File: New.

There are several choices of format.

She stares at the choices. Then she clicks Book format.

A blank page appears in the computer.

She starts to type: "Once upon a time there was a little
girl named..."

She pauses for a moment and looks around the room. She sees
the flowers that Joe brought her.

And then she types: "Daisy."

As she goes on typing...

INT. JOE' BOAT - NIGHT

On Joe typing.

JOE (V.O.)
We should meet. And we will meet. But
I'm in the middle of a project that
needs...
(he pauses to think of the right word)
... tweaking.

A look of calculation on his face.

EXT. STARBUCKS - DAY

We can see Kathleen through the window, drinking a cup of
coffee.

And now we see Joe walk into Starbucks. He waves at her,
pretending surprise at seeing her. Has he been watching the
store and waiting for her to come in? We'll never know.

INT. STARBUCKS - A FEW MINUTES LATER

He's sitting next to her at the counter in the window.

JOE
Some tweaking? A project that needed--“Tweaking.”

KATHLEEN
Yeah, that's what he said.

JOE
It sounds to me like he's married. 3 kids.

KATHLEEN
That's a terrible thing to say. He couldn't
possibly be married?

JOE
How do you know? Have you said, "Are
you married?" Have you written to him?

KATHLEEN
No. I'm not going to-- No.

Joe looks at her, shrugs.

INT. KATHLEEN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

As she types:

KATHLEEN (V.O.)
I know this is probably a little late to
be asking, but are you married?

INT. JOE'S OFFICE - NIGHT

As he answers:

JOE (V.O.)
Am I married? What kind of a question is
that? How can you ask me that? Don't
you know me at all? Oh wait, I get it.
Your friends are telling you the reason
we haven't met is that I'm married. Am I
right?

INT. SIDEWALK CAFE - ANOTHER DAY

Kathleen and Joe having nachos.

JOE
So he didn't exactly answer the question.

KATHLEEN
He did too. He nailed me. He knew
exactly what I was after. Which is just,
by the way, exactly like him.

JOE
He didn't answer the question, did he?
Did he?

KATHLEEN
No.

JOE
Maybe he's fat. He's fat. He's a fatty.

KATHLEEN
I don't care about that.

JOE
You don't care that he's so fat he has to be
removed from his house by a crane. You don't care.

KATHLEEN
That's very unlikely. That is completely ridiculous.

JOE
So what's his handle?

She shakes her head.

JOE
I'm not going to write him. You think I'm going
to e-mail him?

KATHLEEN
All right, NY 152.

JOE
One five two. One hundred fifty two.
He's 152 years old. He's had 152 moles
removed and so now he's got 152 pockmarks
on his face.

KATHLEEN
The number of people who think he looks like
Clark Gable.

JOE
152 people who think he looks like a Clark Bar.

EXT. FARMER'S MARKET ON BROADWAY - LATER

As they walk past tables of bread and flowers, etc.

KATHLEEN
Why'd I tell you about this?

JOE
152 stitches from his nose job. The number of
his souvenir shot glasses-- --that he's
collected-- --in his travels.

KATHLEEN
His address. No, no, no. He would never
do anything that prosaic.

On Joe, looking a little wounded.

KATHLEEN (cont'd)
The only thing I really care about
Is that aside from the married thing--
and the jail thing--

JOE
Of course.

KATHLEEN (cont'd)
--is the boat thing.

JOE
The boat thing?

KATHLEEN
I could never be with someone who has
a boat.

JOE
I have a boat. Which clinches it.

KATHLEEN
Which clinches it. We'll never be
together.

JOE
How many.

KATHLEEN
Three.

JOE
Allow me.

KATHLEEN
Thank you.

He picks up a mango, squeezes it.

JOE (cont'd)
I could never be with someone who likes
Joni Mitchell.
(singing, imitating Joni)
"It's cloud's illusions I recall, I
really don't know clouds at all."
What does that mean? Is she a pilot?
Is she taking flying lessons? It must
be a metaphor for something, but I don't
know what it is.

Joe waits for Kathleen to say she likes Joni Mitchell.

But Kathleen doesn't say anything.

She starts intently picking over apples, trying to find some
she wants.

JOE
So how's your book coming?

EXT. BROADWAY - DAY

As they walk away from the market, going uptown.

KATHLEEN
There's a children's book editor I know,
from the store, and she's excited to
read it when I finish. Who would ever
have thought I'd write? If I didn't have
all this free time-- You know what?

JOE
What?

She stops, realizing what she's saying.

KATHLEEN (cont'd)
The truth is, he was the one who started
me thinking about writing --

JOE
Mister 152 Felony Indictments --

KATHLEEN
Mister 152... insights into my soul.

JOE
No competing with that.

KATHLEEN
I keep bumping into you. Hope your
mango's ripe.

JOE
I think it is. You want to bump into me
on Saturday. Around lunchtime? Over there.

EXT. COMPUTER SCREEN - NIGHT

As Joe types.

JOE (V.O.)
How about meeting Saturday? 4 o'clock.
There's a place in Riverside Park at 91th
Street where the path curves and there's
a garden. Brinkley and I will be waiting.
Okey, come on, let's do it. Ready. And--
doop. There it goes.

INT./EXT. SATURDAY - GREY'S PAPAYA - THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING

Kathleen and Joe are putting mustard on their hot dogs.

JOE
Today?

KATHLEEN
Today.

JOE
Whoa.

KATHLEEN
I know. In Riverside Park.

JOE
That would mean he's a West Sider.

KATHLEEN
Isn't that amazing? Maybe I've seen him
and don't even know it.

JOE
You could have seen him every day and not
know it.

KATHLEEN
It's very possible.

JOE
He could be anybody.

KATHLEEN
He could be anyone.

JOE
He could be that guy right there. And those
flowers are for you.

EXT. COLUMBUS AVENUE - DAY

As they walk uptown, eating their hot dogs and drinking
papaya drinks.

JOE
Could be the Zipper Man.

KATHLEEN
Who's that?

JOE
The Zipper Man.

KATHLEEN
Who is it?

JOE
He repairs zippers on Amsterdam Avenue.

KATHLEEN
Will you cut it out?

JOE
You never have to buy new luggage.

KATHLEEN
Cut it out.

JOE
The timing here is everything. He's waited
until you were primed. See? Until you are
absolutely convinced-- there's no other man
that you could possibly love.

KATHLEEN
(almost believe it)
Yes.

JOE
You know, sometimes I wonder...

KATHLEEN
What?

They stop walking, they look at each other.

JOE
Well, if I hadn't been Foxbooks and you hadn't
been The Shop Around the Corner and you and I
had just, you know, met --

KATHLEEN
I know.

JOE
I would have asked for your number and I wouldn't
have been able to wait 24 hours before calling and
saying, "How some about coffee, or you know, drinks
or dinner, for as long as we both shall live?"

KATHLEEN
(almost a swoon)
Joe...

JOE
You and I would never have been at war.

JOE
The only thing we'd fight about would be
which video to rent on Saturday night.

KATHLEEN
Who fights about that?

JOE
Not us.

KATHLEEN
We would never.

A long beat.

JOE
If only...

KATHLEEN
I got to go.

She doesn't move.

JOE
Let me ask you something. How can
you forgive this guy for standing you
up and not forgive me for this tiny
little thing of putting you
out of business?

Kathleen looks at him. Shakes her head.

They look at each other.

JOE
How I wish you would.

It's all Kathleen can do not to forgive him.

It's all Joe can do not to kiss her.

KATHLEEN
I really have to go.

JOE
You don't want to be late.

She's in agony.

He turns and walks away.

After a moment, she does too.

EXT. KATHLEEN'S APARTMENT - LATER

As we see Kathleen come down the street and walk into her
house.

EXT. KATHLEEN'S APARTMENT - LATER

As she comes out of the apartment house, having changed her
clothes.

EXT. RIVERSIDE DRIVE - LATER AFTERNOON

As she comes toward the entrance to the park.

EXT. RIVERSIDE DRIVE PARK - LATE AFTERNOON

As Kathleen comes down a path in the park, near 88th Street.

She comes to a stop.

Looks around.

A young woman in running clothes passes by.

A young father pushing a baby in one of those strollers
runners use to push babies in.

Kathleen looks at her watch.

Suddenly she hears a noise. A dog barking.

And Brinkley comes around the corner.

VOICE
Brinkley! Brinkley!

And hold on Kathleen as she sees.

JOE

And she starts to cry.

And he comes to her. And puts his arms around her.

JOE
Don't cry, Shopgirl, don't cry.

KATHLEEN
I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to
be you so badly.

And as they kiss, we hold on them.

And crane up and away as we see them, a couple kissing in the
park on a beautiful spring day.

A dog is leaping around them.

And as we get further and further away from them, the screen
turns into

CYBERSPACE

And the dog turns cartwheels and flipflops.

And we tilt up to see the clouds and the sky

and hear the sound of computer keys, clicking, clicking,
clicking

FADE OUT