Thursday, September 15, 2011

YVR -> YYC -> EWR -> NYC

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Sunday, September 11, 2011

Harvey, 2011

KELLY: What is it you do, Mr. Dowd?

ELWOOD: Oh, Harvey and I sit in the bars and - have a drink or two - play the juke box. And soon the faces of a-all the other people - they turn toward mine - and they smile. And they're saying, 'We don't know your name, mister, but you're a very nice fellow.' Harvey and I --

As he sits on bench & leans against brick wall - hugs himself as he soliloquizes -

ELWOOD: -- warm ourselves in all these golden moments. Uh - we've entered as strangers -- soon we have friends. And they come over and they - they sit with us, and they drink with us, and they talk to us. And they tell about the big terrible things they've done --

Looking off & listening - intent -

ELWOOD O.S.: -- and the big wonderful things they'll do.

Sitting on bench - talking - smiles - leans forward - sad -

ELWOOD: - Their hopes and their regrets, their loves and their hates. All very large, because nobody ever brings anything small into a bar. And then - I introduce them to Harvey. And he's bigger and grander than anything they offer me. And - and when they leave, they leave impressed. The same people seldom come back, but - that's - that's envy, my dear. There's a little bit of envy in the best of us. That's too bad. Isn't it?
Firemen lined up at attention in front of the half-mast flag at the firehall. Soft blue sky.

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