Programa de TV: The Dead Zone - 1x4
I had the perfect life until I was in a coma for six years.
Then I woke up and found my fianc�e married to another man.
My son doesn't know who I am.
Everything has changed...
including me.
One touch, and I can see things...
Things that happened.
Things that will happen.
You should see what I see.
Caesar salad.
The salmon.
Thank you, Mr.
Smith.
They know you here?
But Sarah says you don't go out...
much...
I mean.
What else did Sarah tell you?
Nothing.
Aperitif...
There you go, compliments of the gentleman. "
I am an admirer of your talent, and have a business proposition that may interest you.
Please call at your earliest convenience."
This is Harold Mac Vane.
I sent over the wine at the...
Are you going to call?
I'm going to change my number.
So I'm a palm reader, by the way.
really?
Let's see.
It's kind of ironic, isn't it?
It's still Sarah.
She has nothing to do with us, okay?
She has everything to do with us.
She may as well be sitting here right now.
Why do I always order this?
I hate their caesar.
May I?
Enjoy.
Thank you.
What's wrong?
Did you see something?
You're going to wish you never had that salad.
Are you going to call her again?
I hadn't planned on it.
Why not?
Because I can pull back the veils of space and time.
You saw the future?
And it wasn't pretty.
What, she wasn't pretty?
You saw her old and gray and past her prime, and you panicked.
Are you finished?
Thanks.
All relationships hit speed bumps.
This was a brick wall.
Then jump over.
Why are you so eager to pair me off?
So I don't have to think of you as available anymore.
Let me do the talking.
Hey, Sarah.
Hey.
How'd it go last night?
You don't want to know.
What a surprise.
Johnny Smith, this is Arthur Allen, your new gym partner.
He thinks he saw an old girlfriend in the Big Apple last week, and hopes you can find her.
I'm sorry, I can't help you.
Just like I tried to explain.
Why not?
Sir...
Arthur, please.
Listen, Arthur, I think what you saw was not a real person.
It might've been sort of a waking dream or a memory.
I'm not crazy.
I'm not saying you're crazy, Arthur.
Just sometimes, the mind plays tricks on people.
Midtown Manhattan, getting into a cab...
she hadn't aged a day.
Plastic surgery couldn't do that.
The papers say he can find anybody.
Excuse me.
Since when do I have a "Your fortune told here" sign hanging on my porch?
He insisted, and I thought that maybe you could put his mind at ease.
Did I put his mind at ease?
Not really.
Right.
Listen, he's looking for the lost love of his life, and he's not going to find it in some fantasy about the past.
Arthur...
Yeah?
I'm sorry I couldn't help you.
Don't worry about it.
Fall in love, fall in love, fall in love Fall in love...
Feel no shame for what you are Feel no shame for what you are Feel no shame for what you are...
Fall in love, fall in love Fall in love.
That's the girl I saw, all right.
What's her name?
Yeah, Abigail Travers.
When was this taken?
1945.
A radio operator?
Yes.
Must've been really good at it.
I was good at brain teasers.
Pulling a signal out of interference.
It was just another puzzle to solve.
It was no trouble at all.
From her?
I wish.
That's one of mine.
See?
Came back "return to sender."
No, I got overseas, and she never wrote to me.
Not even a postcard.
Man, oh, man.
A dolly just walked in to beat the band.
You don't say.
Artie...
she's coming over here.
You don't say.
Abby Travers, this is my pal, Tommy Peterson.
I should've spent the last 10 years with my head buried in a brain teaser.
I can see more from down here than you'd think.
You boys talking about me?
That's all he talks about.
Really?
Absotively and posilutely.
I thought he talked about you all the time.
really?
Absotively and posilutely.
First time here, Tommy?
How did you know?
Your eyes are as big as saucers.
That's because he saw you coming across the floor.
The one-two punch.
You must be Tommy.
I'm Rosie O'Halloran.
Great uniform.
Got a girlfriend, Tommy?
You know he doesn't.
I want to hear it from the horse's mouth.
This horse hasn't been ridden in months.
Let's jump!
You know I don't dance.
I wasn't talking to you, drip.
Nice.
Come on.
I was in a nightclub.
I saw Abigail.
Abby.
The Stage Door Canteen.
It was a charity operation.
It was just for us soldiers.
The girls were volunteers.
They couldn't go off to fight, but they could help boost morale?
Yeah.
Conversation, a little dancing.
Who was Tommy Peterson?
He was my friend.
We grew up in the same borough.
And Rosie?
Rosie...
Yeah, she worked at the Canteen too.
Johnny...
last week, in New York...
was it really Abby?
I don't see how.
But you saw her too.
I think that place reminded you of Abby, and then your mind did the rest.
You've done all you can, and I really appreciate the effort.
I can pick this stuff up tomorrow.
I've got a long walk ahead of me.
I'm sorry, but the bus already stopped running.
Like I said...
a long walk.
What's a girl like you...
...doing with a fella like Artie?
You ought to be ashamed.
He's your best pal.
...doing in a place like this?
Why not?
I thought all the gals in here were actresses on the make.
You know, looking to be on Broadway.
Some of us just like showing our support for the troops.
Say, isn't that Errol Flynn?
my mistake.
My mistake.
So, back to Artie.
He's the smartest boy I've ever met.
Yeah, no argument here.
I want to grow old with him, the Good Lord willing.
I hope you get your wish.
But...
you're only young once.
I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces...
We'd better stop.
Abby...
We'd better stop.
I thought you didn't do ghosts.
She's not a ghost, and I'm not doing her.
Then what is she?
Well, she's probably a combination of his memory and his imagination.
Might as well be a ghost.
Or maybe his sweetheart is back in the city.
When he saw her as a 75-year-old woman, he didn't recognize her.
Not consciously, anyway.
So his unconscious mind showed him the next best thing?
Maybe.
The least I can do is go to the scene of the crime and see what I can see.
Besides, I can lose myself in New York, you know?
Tired of being Johnny?
No, I'm just tired of everybody knowing I'm Johnny.
What's the occasion?
Going-Away-From-Sarah day.
Open it when you get there.
Hello?
I think you mean, "Thanks for the phone.
It's my favorite color."
Where are you?
Underneath the infamous clock.
And you?
Picking up your mail.
How's the clock?
Lonesome.
No sign of Arthur's girl yet.
Could she have any friends left in New York?
You mean from the old days?
They're probably dead, or...
wait a second.
Let me call you later, okay?
Yeah.
Listen, thanks for the phone.
It is my favorite color.
Goodbye.
Bye.
Operator.
Yes, Operator.
In Manhattan, a Rose O'Halloran.
Artie Allen, still alive!
very much so.
Who would've guessed?
So many have passed on...
at least, I assume they have.
It's not like I've been keeping records.
Cheers.
Cheers.
What happened to the leg?
Too young for the war.
Well, my war, anyway.
just a car accident.
Is Artie in New York?
Maine.
I went to Maine once.
More Italians than I would have expected.
Is this from the Stage Door Canteen?
you've sure got a good eye.
He never did get over her, did he?
She got to everybody, that Abby.
Did she keep in touch?
Just disappeared.
Ah, but that was the war, you know?
People did things they wouldn't ordinarily do.
You too, Rosie?
I'd rather not say.
May I?
Please.
The old days.
Yeah.
Who took this picture?
Tommy Peterson, a friend of ours.
Where was it, Rosie?
Central Park.
Southeast corner, just...
just past that little bridge.
I don't think it's there anymore.
She's not there anymore either, if that's what you're thinking.
Tommy, I don't understand what you want.
I want what you want.
I could lose Artie, my job at the Canteen.
I want you to leave me alone.
If I believed that, I wouldn't be here.
Neither would you.
Come on.
I have to go.
Hey, it's me.
I saw her.
I kissed her.
Who?
Abby.
What do you mean, who?
Arthur's girl?
That's what he thinks.
She was, but that was before she met me...
I mean Tommy.
They were...
they were keeping it on the downlow.
The downlow?
Isn't that what people say these days?
Other people, not you.
Let me get that for you.
I think of you...
Cabbie, Swan Song Hotel.
Yeah, Operator?
Directory assistance.
What city, please?
Yeah, Manhattan.
The Swan Song Hotel.
Thank you.
There's no such listing in Manhattan.
there's got to be.
Would you like to try another city?
Yeah, I know.
I've got to go.
Bye.
He says he saw the girl.
That's not possible.
That's what I said.
I know.
I heard you.
And now he's looking for a hotel that doesn't exist either, because that's where they were headed.
Who was?
Johnny and this...
fantasy woman.
He's just a little too into this.
Can't you pretty much find anybody these days?
You mean the woman Johnny's looking for?
Yeah.
I'd rather we found her, or some kind of record of her, 'cause this...
this just isn't healthy.
You're not jealous, are you?
Of a fantasy woman?
Yeah.
Well, that wouldn't be healthy.
What are you going to do when he finds someone for real?
This was the Swan Song Hotel, and then it wasn't.
I see.
This was the honeymoon suite.
And then it wasn't.
No, it still is.
Room temperature is at your discretion.
The minibar...
is available for your convenience.
There you go.
Too kind, sir. "
O my dove, That hides in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the stairs, Let me see Thy countenance..."
"Let me see Thy countenance, Let me hear Thy voice, For sweet is Thy voice, And Thy countenance is comely."
Man, oh, man.
I never knew the Good Book got it so right.
Anything in there about not coveting your neighbor's wife?
And wives honoring their husbands?
You're not married...
yet.
I'll be sent to hell.
We're there now.
Every second that we let get away...
keeps us there.
You feel it?
So do I. "
The length of the ark shall be 300 cubits, the breadth of it 50 cubits."
Hello?
I have been calling you all night.
I was...
otherwise engaged.
Otherwise engaged?
We...
They...
Sarah, it was incredible.
Abby and Tommy had a tryst at this hotel.
You saw it?
Yeah, I lived it.
You mean, the two of them having sex.
Listen, don't be so crass.
They...
they were in love.
Who, Abby and Tommy?
Yeah, I mean, it was Abby and Tommy, Arthur...
it was, you know...
bigger than the three of us, that sort of thing.
Right.
This was the first woman I've been with since...
You and I.
She wasn't real.
I was speaking psychologically.
I want you to come home now.
Home...
you want me to come home.
Can you tell me where home is?
I would like to know.
Johnny...
No, I'm not coming home.
It isn't over.
What isn't over?
You and Abby or you and me?
Do you two want to be alone?
No.
Johnny.
I've got to go.
He spent the night with her...
in his head.
That's his problem.
Weren't you running some kind of a database search or something?
We should know something today.
I'll see you later.
Hey!
Tommy...
Who were you expecting, Tojo?
Shove off, sailor.
I'll convoy this boat.
I thought we agreed.
What, to give me the bum's rush?
To not see each other again...
before somebody gets hurt.
It's a little late for that.
What happens after the war, Tommy?
You'll come back for me?
You know I will.
We'll get the white picket fence?
Have a couple of kids?
That's not you, Tommy.
It never will be.
We're telling him.
Tommy, where've you been?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Yeah, I would.
We've only got a few more days, and I'd like to spend one of them with my best pal.
Is that right?
Come by the house tomorrow.
My folks want to see you, too.
He talks about you all the time.
Really?
Absotively and posilutely.
I'm gonna clear out.
I've got a lot of packing to do.
Artie...
Artie!
Tomorrow.
Yeah.
Okay.
I guess I won't see you again.
I guess not.
Swell meeting you, Abby.
You too, Tommy.
Forget about her.
I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through...
Hello?
Abigail Travers was registered with the New York Stage Actors' Guild.
But Abby wasn't an actress.
Apparently, she was, which means "Abigail Travers" was probably her stage name.
Rosie, Abby was having an affair with Tommy Peterson.
Well, what if she was?
You were in love with Tommy, right?
She ended it with Tommy.
Tommy and Arthur went to war.
A month later, Abby disappeared.
Without a word?
Not to me.
What's her real name?
What difference does that make now?
Maybe if two people who should have been together can get a second chance while there's still time.
Don't be such a drip.
We were just a bunch of soldier-crazy victory girls.
It didn't matter then.
It doesn't matter now.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Rosie.
Tarnovski.
Abigail Tarnovski.
She said it would never fit on a marquee.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Abby?
Yeah?
I just spoke with you.
You mean, my grandmother?
Your grandmother?
Mr.
Smith...
Thank you so much for coming here.
If you're still busy, I understand.
No, we were just finishing up.
I'm triple-parked.
We'll just be a few minutes.
Gram...
I'll take a cab home.
Cool.
Tell me about Artie...
Arthur.
He really wants to see you.
I'm not sure that's the best idea.
People can still be made to hurt, no matter how many years.
It must have been really dlffl cult to raise a child on your own.
How did you know?
of course, you met my granddaughter.
Artie and I were engaged.
I had a baby by another boy, a mutual friend...
Tommy.
After my daughter was born, I wrote Tommy, just to tell him.
He didn't write back.
Well, white picket fence, a couple of kids...
probably wasn't his style.
But it was Artie I wanted to grow old with.
Artie and me...
we can't go back.
Is that the only direction there is?
I'm a little nervous.
Hey, that's understandable.
Maybe I can't do this, John.
Good enough, Arthur.
Let's go back to Maine.
Come on.
John...
John, bless you.
I'll take it from here.
I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel...
How long is this going to take?
A half-hour?
What?
I don't know.
Does it matter?
I got stuck granny-watching this week because my mother's out of town.
I think we should leave them alone for a while and come back.
Whatever.
I don't suppose you'd like to take a walk in the park, huh?
I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you...
Tommy Peterson?
How do you know my name?
A mutual friend.
I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
You're grounded.
Then I woke up and found my fianc�e married to another man.
My son doesn't know who I am.
Everything has changed...
including me.
One touch, and I can see things...
Things that happened.
Things that will happen.
You should see what I see.
Caesar salad.
The salmon.
Thank you, Mr.
Smith.
They know you here?
But Sarah says you don't go out...
much...
I mean.
What else did Sarah tell you?
Nothing.
Aperitif...
There you go, compliments of the gentleman. "
I am an admirer of your talent, and have a business proposition that may interest you.
Please call at your earliest convenience."
This is Harold Mac Vane.
I sent over the wine at the...
Are you going to call?
I'm going to change my number.
So I'm a palm reader, by the way.
really?
Let's see.
It's kind of ironic, isn't it?
It's still Sarah.
She has nothing to do with us, okay?
She has everything to do with us.
She may as well be sitting here right now.
Why do I always order this?
I hate their caesar.
May I?
Enjoy.
Thank you.
What's wrong?
Did you see something?
You're going to wish you never had that salad.
Are you going to call her again?
I hadn't planned on it.
Why not?
Because I can pull back the veils of space and time.
You saw the future?
And it wasn't pretty.
What, she wasn't pretty?
You saw her old and gray and past her prime, and you panicked.
Are you finished?
Thanks.
All relationships hit speed bumps.
This was a brick wall.
Then jump over.
Why are you so eager to pair me off?
So I don't have to think of you as available anymore.
Let me do the talking.
Hey, Sarah.
Hey.
How'd it go last night?
You don't want to know.
What a surprise.
Johnny Smith, this is Arthur Allen, your new gym partner.
He thinks he saw an old girlfriend in the Big Apple last week, and hopes you can find her.
I'm sorry, I can't help you.
Just like I tried to explain.
Why not?
Sir...
Arthur, please.
Listen, Arthur, I think what you saw was not a real person.
It might've been sort of a waking dream or a memory.
I'm not crazy.
I'm not saying you're crazy, Arthur.
Just sometimes, the mind plays tricks on people.
Midtown Manhattan, getting into a cab...
she hadn't aged a day.
Plastic surgery couldn't do that.
The papers say he can find anybody.
Excuse me.
Since when do I have a "Your fortune told here" sign hanging on my porch?
He insisted, and I thought that maybe you could put his mind at ease.
Did I put his mind at ease?
Not really.
Right.
Listen, he's looking for the lost love of his life, and he's not going to find it in some fantasy about the past.
Arthur...
Yeah?
I'm sorry I couldn't help you.
Don't worry about it.
Fall in love, fall in love, fall in love Fall in love...
Feel no shame for what you are Feel no shame for what you are Feel no shame for what you are...
Fall in love, fall in love Fall in love.
That's the girl I saw, all right.
What's her name?
Yeah, Abigail Travers.
When was this taken?
1945.
A radio operator?
Yes.
Must've been really good at it.
I was good at brain teasers.
Pulling a signal out of interference.
It was just another puzzle to solve.
It was no trouble at all.
From her?
I wish.
That's one of mine.
See?
Came back "return to sender."
No, I got overseas, and she never wrote to me.
Not even a postcard.
Man, oh, man.
A dolly just walked in to beat the band.
You don't say.
Artie...
she's coming over here.
You don't say.
Abby Travers, this is my pal, Tommy Peterson.
I should've spent the last 10 years with my head buried in a brain teaser.
I can see more from down here than you'd think.
You boys talking about me?
That's all he talks about.
Really?
Absotively and posilutely.
I thought he talked about you all the time.
really?
Absotively and posilutely.
First time here, Tommy?
How did you know?
Your eyes are as big as saucers.
That's because he saw you coming across the floor.
The one-two punch.
You must be Tommy.
I'm Rosie O'Halloran.
Great uniform.
Got a girlfriend, Tommy?
You know he doesn't.
I want to hear it from the horse's mouth.
This horse hasn't been ridden in months.
Let's jump!
You know I don't dance.
I wasn't talking to you, drip.
Nice.
Come on.
I was in a nightclub.
I saw Abigail.
Abby.
The Stage Door Canteen.
It was a charity operation.
It was just for us soldiers.
The girls were volunteers.
They couldn't go off to fight, but they could help boost morale?
Yeah.
Conversation, a little dancing.
Who was Tommy Peterson?
He was my friend.
We grew up in the same borough.
And Rosie?
Rosie...
Yeah, she worked at the Canteen too.
Johnny...
last week, in New York...
was it really Abby?
I don't see how.
But you saw her too.
I think that place reminded you of Abby, and then your mind did the rest.
You've done all you can, and I really appreciate the effort.
I can pick this stuff up tomorrow.
I've got a long walk ahead of me.
I'm sorry, but the bus already stopped running.
Like I said...
a long walk.
What's a girl like you...
...doing with a fella like Artie?
You ought to be ashamed.
He's your best pal.
...doing in a place like this?
Why not?
I thought all the gals in here were actresses on the make.
You know, looking to be on Broadway.
Some of us just like showing our support for the troops.
Say, isn't that Errol Flynn?
my mistake.
My mistake.
So, back to Artie.
He's the smartest boy I've ever met.
Yeah, no argument here.
I want to grow old with him, the Good Lord willing.
I hope you get your wish.
But...
you're only young once.
I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces...
We'd better stop.
Abby...
We'd better stop.
I thought you didn't do ghosts.
She's not a ghost, and I'm not doing her.
Then what is she?
Well, she's probably a combination of his memory and his imagination.
Might as well be a ghost.
Or maybe his sweetheart is back in the city.
When he saw her as a 75-year-old woman, he didn't recognize her.
Not consciously, anyway.
So his unconscious mind showed him the next best thing?
Maybe.
The least I can do is go to the scene of the crime and see what I can see.
Besides, I can lose myself in New York, you know?
Tired of being Johnny?
No, I'm just tired of everybody knowing I'm Johnny.
What's the occasion?
Going-Away-From-Sarah day.
Open it when you get there.
Hello?
I think you mean, "Thanks for the phone.
It's my favorite color."
Where are you?
Underneath the infamous clock.
And you?
Picking up your mail.
How's the clock?
Lonesome.
No sign of Arthur's girl yet.
Could she have any friends left in New York?
You mean from the old days?
They're probably dead, or...
wait a second.
Let me call you later, okay?
Yeah.
Listen, thanks for the phone.
It is my favorite color.
Goodbye.
Bye.
Operator.
Yes, Operator.
In Manhattan, a Rose O'Halloran.
Artie Allen, still alive!
very much so.
Who would've guessed?
So many have passed on...
at least, I assume they have.
It's not like I've been keeping records.
Cheers.
Cheers.
What happened to the leg?
Too young for the war.
Well, my war, anyway.
just a car accident.
Is Artie in New York?
Maine.
I went to Maine once.
More Italians than I would have expected.
Is this from the Stage Door Canteen?
you've sure got a good eye.
He never did get over her, did he?
She got to everybody, that Abby.
Did she keep in touch?
Just disappeared.
Ah, but that was the war, you know?
People did things they wouldn't ordinarily do.
You too, Rosie?
I'd rather not say.
May I?
Please.
The old days.
Yeah.
Who took this picture?
Tommy Peterson, a friend of ours.
Where was it, Rosie?
Central Park.
Southeast corner, just...
just past that little bridge.
I don't think it's there anymore.
She's not there anymore either, if that's what you're thinking.
Tommy, I don't understand what you want.
I want what you want.
I could lose Artie, my job at the Canteen.
I want you to leave me alone.
If I believed that, I wouldn't be here.
Neither would you.
Come on.
I have to go.
Hey, it's me.
I saw her.
I kissed her.
Who?
Abby.
What do you mean, who?
Arthur's girl?
That's what he thinks.
She was, but that was before she met me...
I mean Tommy.
They were...
they were keeping it on the downlow.
The downlow?
Isn't that what people say these days?
Other people, not you.
Let me get that for you.
I think of you...
Cabbie, Swan Song Hotel.
Yeah, Operator?
Directory assistance.
What city, please?
Yeah, Manhattan.
The Swan Song Hotel.
Thank you.
There's no such listing in Manhattan.
there's got to be.
Would you like to try another city?
Yeah, I know.
I've got to go.
Bye.
He says he saw the girl.
That's not possible.
That's what I said.
I know.
I heard you.
And now he's looking for a hotel that doesn't exist either, because that's where they were headed.
Who was?
Johnny and this...
fantasy woman.
He's just a little too into this.
Can't you pretty much find anybody these days?
You mean the woman Johnny's looking for?
Yeah.
I'd rather we found her, or some kind of record of her, 'cause this...
this just isn't healthy.
You're not jealous, are you?
Of a fantasy woman?
Yeah.
Well, that wouldn't be healthy.
What are you going to do when he finds someone for real?
This was the Swan Song Hotel, and then it wasn't.
I see.
This was the honeymoon suite.
And then it wasn't.
No, it still is.
Room temperature is at your discretion.
The minibar...
is available for your convenience.
There you go.
Too kind, sir. "
O my dove, That hides in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the stairs, Let me see Thy countenance..."
"Let me see Thy countenance, Let me hear Thy voice, For sweet is Thy voice, And Thy countenance is comely."
Man, oh, man.
I never knew the Good Book got it so right.
Anything in there about not coveting your neighbor's wife?
And wives honoring their husbands?
You're not married...
yet.
I'll be sent to hell.
We're there now.
Every second that we let get away...
keeps us there.
You feel it?
So do I. "
The length of the ark shall be 300 cubits, the breadth of it 50 cubits."
Hello?
I have been calling you all night.
I was...
otherwise engaged.
Otherwise engaged?
We...
They...
Sarah, it was incredible.
Abby and Tommy had a tryst at this hotel.
You saw it?
Yeah, I lived it.
You mean, the two of them having sex.
Listen, don't be so crass.
They...
they were in love.
Who, Abby and Tommy?
Yeah, I mean, it was Abby and Tommy, Arthur...
it was, you know...
bigger than the three of us, that sort of thing.
Right.
This was the first woman I've been with since...
You and I.
She wasn't real.
I was speaking psychologically.
I want you to come home now.
Home...
you want me to come home.
Can you tell me where home is?
I would like to know.
Johnny...
No, I'm not coming home.
It isn't over.
What isn't over?
You and Abby or you and me?
Do you two want to be alone?
No.
Johnny.
I've got to go.
He spent the night with her...
in his head.
That's his problem.
Weren't you running some kind of a database search or something?
We should know something today.
I'll see you later.
Hey!
Tommy...
Who were you expecting, Tojo?
Shove off, sailor.
I'll convoy this boat.
I thought we agreed.
What, to give me the bum's rush?
To not see each other again...
before somebody gets hurt.
It's a little late for that.
What happens after the war, Tommy?
You'll come back for me?
You know I will.
We'll get the white picket fence?
Have a couple of kids?
That's not you, Tommy.
It never will be.
We're telling him.
Tommy, where've you been?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Yeah, I would.
We've only got a few more days, and I'd like to spend one of them with my best pal.
Is that right?
Come by the house tomorrow.
My folks want to see you, too.
He talks about you all the time.
Really?
Absotively and posilutely.
I'm gonna clear out.
I've got a lot of packing to do.
Artie...
Artie!
Tomorrow.
Yeah.
Okay.
I guess I won't see you again.
I guess not.
Swell meeting you, Abby.
You too, Tommy.
Forget about her.
I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through...
Hello?
Abigail Travers was registered with the New York Stage Actors' Guild.
But Abby wasn't an actress.
Apparently, she was, which means "Abigail Travers" was probably her stage name.
Rosie, Abby was having an affair with Tommy Peterson.
Well, what if she was?
You were in love with Tommy, right?
She ended it with Tommy.
Tommy and Arthur went to war.
A month later, Abby disappeared.
Without a word?
Not to me.
What's her real name?
What difference does that make now?
Maybe if two people who should have been together can get a second chance while there's still time.
Don't be such a drip.
We were just a bunch of soldier-crazy victory girls.
It didn't matter then.
It doesn't matter now.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Rosie.
Tarnovski.
Abigail Tarnovski.
She said it would never fit on a marquee.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Abby?
Yeah?
I just spoke with you.
You mean, my grandmother?
Your grandmother?
Mr.
Smith...
Thank you so much for coming here.
If you're still busy, I understand.
No, we were just finishing up.
I'm triple-parked.
We'll just be a few minutes.
Gram...
I'll take a cab home.
Cool.
Tell me about Artie...
Arthur.
He really wants to see you.
I'm not sure that's the best idea.
People can still be made to hurt, no matter how many years.
It must have been really dlffl cult to raise a child on your own.
How did you know?
of course, you met my granddaughter.
Artie and I were engaged.
I had a baby by another boy, a mutual friend...
Tommy.
After my daughter was born, I wrote Tommy, just to tell him.
He didn't write back.
Well, white picket fence, a couple of kids...
probably wasn't his style.
But it was Artie I wanted to grow old with.
Artie and me...
we can't go back.
Is that the only direction there is?
I'm a little nervous.
Hey, that's understandable.
Maybe I can't do this, John.
Good enough, Arthur.
Let's go back to Maine.
Come on.
John...
John, bless you.
I'll take it from here.
I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel...
How long is this going to take?
A half-hour?
What?
I don't know.
Does it matter?
I got stuck granny-watching this week because my mother's out of town.
I think we should leave them alone for a while and come back.
Whatever.
I don't suppose you'd like to take a walk in the park, huh?
I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you...
Tommy Peterson?
How do you know my name?
A mutual friend.
I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
You're grounded.