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Oh... perfect.
Want to take a look?
Yeah.
Folks, I'm Jacob Campbell.
Hi.
Ah, she's a beauty, isn't she?
Can I try it on?
Oh, I'm afraid it's not for sale...
Belonged to my grandmother...
Good way to get folks into the shop, though
especially pretty young ladies, dragging in their fellows.
Very clever.
Oh, there's more gowns over here.
Oh, great.
Campbell: Are you a Civil War buff?
A bit, yes.
Uh-huh.
You mind if I take a look back here?
Oh, no. Help yourself.
I'm a bit of a restorer myself.
Ah...
I got these in just the other day.
They're very nice.
They're very old.
Yes, they are, aren't they?
Beautiful.
That desk belonged to a Union general.
Really?
Deb, come take a look at this.
Great, huh?
I don't know. It's kind of
falling apart.
I need a desk.
How much will you take for it?
Well, I was planning on restoring it myself
but, uh, if you really want it... 800?
Oh! Oh!
Too much. Let's go.
Will you take 600?
This desk is 19th century.
800's the best I can do.
I can't pay 800.
Debra: This is the first time
I've ever seen you do an impulse buy.
I thought you wanted me to be more spontaneous.
Next time, be spontaneous over
something a little less... heavy.
You know, you're pretty strong for a girl.
Must be from throwing all those manuscripts on the reject pile.
It must be. Look at that... huh?
Hmm.
Wait till you see
when I get a little wax and polish on this...
A little polish and...
That means I should go.
Get out.
All right...
I'm going.
Sweet dreams.
You, too.
Woman: Dearest, it is after midnight and I am at last
free to speak to you.
Mother, father and Flossy have grown accustomed
to my late-night scribbling
and have bid me good night.
In my 29 years, I have been called upon
by several gentlemen
but you are the one who occupies my thoughts.
Even though you are not real, you are more dear to me
than the man who has asked just this night
for my hand in marriage.
I do not love him.
To please father, I have tried
and sadly, I know I have a duty to obey
and must soon accept
but I ache for a love
that burns like fire and moonlight.
I speak with you in my mind and heart.
If you only existed outside of them.
Good night, sweetheart.
Dream of me.
Dear... lady...
I've just read...
The letter...
In the secret compartment of your desk...
And... wish...
I know you feel an obligation to your father
but you have to obey your heart.
It's a mistake to marry someone you don't love.
Don't despair.
The man of your dreams
may be out there in the mist right now...
Just a heartbeat away.
Who knows? Perhaps I'm the one you seek
but unfortunately, my dear
I've already given my heart to Scarlett O'Hara.
Yours always, Rhett Butler.
( Phone ringing )
And 'C, ' when are you going to finish?
Stop worrying, Lester. It's almost done.
The sigmagame is going to kill us at Christmas time.
What kind of attitude is that? It'll be ready.
It better be.
Meanwhile, we'll kill them in the bike race.
Or not.
You're hovering. Stop hovering.
Woman: Information.
Boston.
Let's see now...
Yeah... oh, oh, yeah. Here it is.
Picked it up in Willoughby.
Where's that?
Half an hour north of here, up near Salem.
Address: Number three, Mill Plain Road.
Big old place outside of town.
6.52.
Won't do it, troops. Won't do.
Sigma Tech has a 6.50 flat.
I'm happy for them.
We're happy for them, aren't we?
Come on.
No way. I've had it.
No, no, no.
Come on, we have less than six weeks
till everlasting glory.
Coach says one more time.
This is private property.
You're trespassin'.
I'm sorry. I-I don't mean to intrude.
Off of my property. Now!
I'm interested in someone who used to live here.
I know exactly what you're interested in
and we're not interested.
Miss Clarice's not going to no nursin' home
and you can tell that
to the whole blasted cousin group!
But... ma'am?
Ma'am?
( Door locks )
Woman: Lesson number two.
Please. Per favore.
Per favore.
Thank you...
Grazie.
Grazie. Well, you have outdone yourself
this time, mom... Mamma Mia.
Before a trip
one should immerse oneself in the culture.
Well, you have certainly done that.
And it's no more "Beatrice."
I've got everyone calling me "Beatrice"!
Beatri...? May I stick with "mom," please?
( Chuckles )
Come ti chiami?
You know, with all the money going into your wedding
you and Debra could take a trip around the world.
I don't want to take
a trip around the world.
See, that's your problem.
You get too stuck, Scotty.
Trapped in your own little universe.
Oh, really? Actually, you are talking to a man
who just answered a 134-year-old love letter.
Scusi?
Yeah, I found it in this antique desk I bought.
"I dream of you.
You speak only in my mind and heart.
If only you existed."
You memorized it.
Yeah, there was something so... sad about it.
So I just... I answered it.
And did you mail it?
Yes, I did, but you know
I don't trust the post office
so I sent it Pony Express.
Don't get smart.
H.G. Wells believed in time travel
and Einstein thought that time was just another dimension.
You know, some people believe
that souls can travel through time.
Can we travel to silence, please?
( Sighs )
Do you have an address?
No, see? No, I knew it.
I shouldn't have told you.
You're going to get carried away.
( Chuckles )
Scott: Opening my mail now?
Your mail?
Uh, this is dated 1863.
Took a little time to get here.
Where did you get this?
In the desk.
Secret compartment.
You're kidding me. Where?
Deb, I just walked in.
I don't feel like taking the desk apart.
Just asked.
Okay, come here.
Here.
Drawer...
Mm-hmm.
And a little switch back here, and...
That is so cool.
Yeah.
Poor thing... pouring her heart out to nobody...
Some fantasy guy...
And then she's stuck having to marry some loser
her father picked out for her.
Maybe she didn't marry him.
( Sighs )
We're talking about the 1860s.
She married him.
I'm going to go check on dinner.
First-class postage from Boston to Willoughby in 1863
was one cent.
Be careful with that... It wasn't cheap.
A bottle of ink.
I got the waterman people
to duplicate the formula they used back then.
Uh, hold it, hold it.
Got to be perfect or we don't have a prayer
of crossing the barrier.
Mother, stop... stop.
Let's just say I bought into this madness
for a few milliseconds, which, of course, I don't.
Where would you suggest that I mail
this painstakingly authentic letter?
Manhasset Postal Substation on the north side
built 1857.
It's the only pre-Civil War post office in existence.
It's open 24 hours for deposit.
Go at night.
I'm not sure why, but it seems more appropriate.
Halt. I-I really need to know something.
Do you think this is going to work?
Wouldn't it be awesome if it did?
( Chuckles )
Elizabeth: Even though you are not real, you are more dear to me
than the man who has asked just this night
for my hand in marriage.
I do not love him.
To please father, I have tried
and sadly, I know I have a duty to obey
and must soon accept
but I ache for a love that burns like fire and moonlight.
I speak with you in my mind and heart.
If you only existed outside of them.
Good night, sweetheart.
Dream of me.
Scott: Dear lady, I've just read the letter
in the secret compartment of your desk...
Your dreams may be out there in the mist right now
just a heartbeat away.
Who knows? Perhaps I am the one you seek.
Oh, funny farm, here I come.
Man: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Good day to you, Mr. Potts.
And to you, Maggie.
( Clicks tongue )
( Playing "Camptown Races" )
Whitcomb: Elizabeth?
Flossy?
( Playing stops )
Have you seen your sister?
She's in the garden, papa.
( Continues playing )
Miss Whitcomb?
Mr. Reagle.
I found myself in the vicinity.
Thought I'd take the liberty of stopping by.
How nice.
She's quite lovely, isn't she?
She's very lovely.
Come midnight, she'll be
in full bloom
and then, come morning, she'll be gone.
I'm trying to write a poem about her.
I do hope you'll read it to me
once it's completed.
I find your verses most...
Charming.
Thank you.
This ought to be a lovely evening.
...brings the poems to me.
I-I have had some training in this.
I, I was wondering, uh, Miss Whitcomb...
Lizzie...?
Yes, Mr. Reagle?
I was wondering if you'd had an opportunity
to consider the...
The suggestion I made to you
during our previous visit.
Oh. Yes, well, I'm...
I'm still considering it.
Well... glad to hear that.
( Chuckles nervously )
Buh-bup!
( Door opens and shuts )
Oh, my, I feel one of my headaches coming on
so I'm going to say good night.
Father. Mother. Floss.
Oh, Lizzie?
I forgot.
There's a letter for you.
Oh?
Thank you, mother.
Do feel better, dear.
( Knocking )
Lizzie?
Yes, father?
Your mother and I wonder if there's
anything you wish to tell us.
No, father.
I spoke at some length earlier with Everett Reagle.
He's given me to believe
that the two of you have come to an understanding.
I have only agreed to what you might call
a prelude to an understanding.
I see.
And might this "prelude"
lead eventually to an actual understanding?
And an engagement?
And to a marriage?
Father...
I don't love him.
You're 29 years old, Lizzie.
Father, I know you want
what you think is best for me
and I know what's expected of me.
It's not merely
our expectations.
It's common sense.
A woman of your years, however comfortable
her situation, may scarcely afford
to be reluctant
when a suitable match presents itself.
( Moans softly )
Lizzie?
( Panting )
Your headache?
Yes, father.
Is there anything I can do?
No, I just...
I think I just need some sleep.
( Door shuts )
( Gasping )
Who are you?
Man: In and out, no!
Rebound out to...
Still working on flick on the sidelines.
He passes to Decker
who brings it out in the front once again.
Evert stole the ball!
Breaks down court, no one home, slam dunk!
I don't think so!
Nice air by adler.
He had a clear Lane to the hole, no one stopping him.
All right, ball in to Neal, who gets it to Wayne outside
dribbles along the baseline, draws a crowd under the basket
throws it up and in!
( Whistle blows )
And a foul!
Three-point play here if he can convert.
And it's good, and the west are up by five.
Two minutes, ten seconds remaining in the quarter
and there's time-out after the foul shot.
Elizabeth: Sir:
I received your astonishing letter today
and am amazed by your audacity.
Who are you, and how could you know
there was something in my secret place
to be stolen?
I wonder as I place this second letter
in the same place as the first
am I in the toils of some feverish dream?
Will you violate my privacy again?
In mystification, Elizabeth Whitcomb.
All right.
Scott: Dear Elizabeth:
I'm sure you'll find this
as impossible to believe as I do.
My name is Scott Corrigan.
I live in Boston
but not the Boston you know.
The Boston...
As I write these words at my desk
or rather, your desk...
Because I now own the desk that sits in your bedroom...
I try to imagine how all of this could have happened.
The only explanation I can come up with
is that for some reason
the connection between us is so strong
that we're able to talk to each other
across the chasm of time.
If I haven't utterly terrified you
please sit at our desk and write again soon.
Yours, Scott Corrigan.
Lizzie?
Good heavens, what's the matter?
Nothing. Um...
You startled me.
I was some... where else.
Because of something in the letter?
What letter?
The letter that you're trying to hide from me.
Oh.
( Laughing nervously )
That letter.
( Laughing ): No.
No, no, no. I'm...
It's just another rejection
from a publisher.
Oh, Lizzie, I'm sorry.
Your verses are...
Transcendental.
( Chuckling )
If only Mr. Ralph Waldo Emerson
of the New England Literary Journal
felt the same way.
I still don't understand why...
You won't submit them to Mr. Reagle
for his magazine.
I have submitted them to Mr. Reagle.
I'm still awaiting a response.
I'm sure someone will print your verses.
You just have to be patient.
Dear Mr. Corrigan:
I have decided to accept that the laws of nature
as they apply to you and me
have been, for whatever reason, temporarily suspended.
( Laughing )
Okay. That was easy.
How about flatware?
Yes, yes, flatware.
You have the advantage over me
in that you know my deepest secrets
while I know none of yours.
Tell me who you are
and how you live in your time so many years in the future.
How about this?
That's, uh, too... sci-fi.
Most important of all
tell me whether this conjunction between us
which I confess I feel as strongly as you
means that you, too, yearn for a deep and passionate love.
How about this?
Or is there already someone you love?
Write soon, before the laws of nature
reassert themselves.
Maybe we should just eat with our hands.
No, no. No.
Uh, sorry.
Dear Lizzie:
You have asked some crucial questions.
Have I?
Hmm?
Have I added the nutmeg?
Nutmeg? In a pound cake?
What a peculiar recipe.
Cinnamon. I meant, um, have I added the cinnamon?
Ah.
Scott: Do I yearn for love?
Yes, of course.
Am I in love now?
I'm engaged to be married
and... yes, I believe I'm in love.
"Believe?"
What, ma'am?
I believe this is going to be a delicious cake
don't you, Maggie?
If you'll excuse me, ma'am, I'll see to the dusting now.
A friend once said that when you're in love
you light up like a Christmas tree
when your lover enters the room.
I don't think I've ever felt that way...
At least, not until last night
when I found your second letter.
And how many does this make?
Three.
Counting the first one.
And you're sure nobody is...?
Playing some kind of bizarre joke?
Impossible.
No. This is impossible.
Mother, you're the one who talked me into this
in the first place.
But I never dreamed...
What in the world
does Debra think about all this?
I didn't tell her.
You didn't tell her?!
It's incredible, isn't it?
I'll tell you what's incredible.
My son, who is engaged to be married
is having an affair with a woman who's been dead
for over a hundred years.
Mom, we write letters.
Love letters that you keep secret from your fiancee.
And what about Elizabeth Whitcomb?
Scotty, you don't have the right to get mixed up
in a life that's already been lived.
If she doesn't love the guy, she shouldn't marry him.
We should go.
Rome awaits you.
I can't believe we're having this conversation!
This woman doesn't exist!
Then who wrote this?
In this world...
In the world you and I live in...
She does not exist.
Then why do I feel...
The way I feel?
And what way is that?
My dear Lizzie:
I can't begin to tell you how wonderful I feel
as I read your letters.
I only wish I could hold you in my arms.
Mr. Potts.
Could you look once more, please?
Yes, Miss Lizzie.
I'm sorry, there's...
There's nothing.
Lizzie: Dearest, another week gone by
and still no letter.
Are you worried that since you told me of your engagement
I will think you a scoundrel
for professing tender feelings for me?
I'm worried about those tender feelings
in the first place.
I'm not so innocent as you might think, Mr. Corrigan.
I have danced the waltz with many men
and I'm an avid reader of the modern novel.
So I am au courant
on the subject of forbidden passion.
I'm afraid this waltz
is going to have to be mine and Debra's, Miss Whitcomb.
The hard truth is, we are doomed to be chaste...
To never touch each other...
Hear each other...
See each other.
So what harm can there be to write to each other?
If you are still there, write to me quickly
and tell me what it means
to light up like a Christmas tree.
Morning.
You again.
I'm really sorry to bother you.
I'm just trying to find out about the Whitcombs.
Why?
Well, um, I bought a desk
that used to belong to one of them.
I just became interested in the family.
I thought I'd write a book about them.
A book?
They just regular folk.
You know who they were?
( Chuckles )
Clarice's grandma was a Whitcomb.
Clarice?
The lady I take care of.
You mean there's a Whitcomb living in here right now?
That's right.
I've had 50 years of her temper
and, believe me, it's worse than mine.
Um, I would really love to talk to her.
Would that be possible?
She's sleep.
I know this is an intrusion.
Would...
Would you mind if I just took a peek inside?
Just...
Now, why would I let you do that?
I'll paint the house.
( Chuckles )
This side, anyway.
If you turn out to be one of them no-good lawyers
for Clarice's no-good cousins
I'll take a rolling pin to you.
Come...
Yes, ma'am.
Okay, mister
you've had your peek.
Just a minute, please.
Clarice: Mae, who is that you're talking to down there?
Now you've done it.
Clarice?
Who are you?
This fella's writing a book.
About the Whitcombs.
He wanted to meet you.
How you do, ma'am?
My name is Scott.
You're a fool, Mae.
He's a lawyer.
No, ma'am, I'm not a lawyer.
I told the whole lot of you I am not leaving this house...
Till the good lord takes me.
I'm just trying to find out about Elizabeth Whitcomb.
Bunch of liars, all of you.
Get out!
I warned you.
How do you know about Lizzie?
I found a letter that she wrote...
In an old desk.
Probably from here.
Grandma Flossy told me stories...
About my aunt Elizabeth.
She was very beautiful.
I never knew her.
Can you tell me if she was ever married?
( Mumbling )
I need to sleep now.
I need to know if she was ever married.
Ma'am?
Mae: You coming?
Yes.
Scotty: Dear Lizzie...
Ben Franklin named it electricity
and we now use it to power machines
light our homes, and our Christmas trees.
Good morning, Miss Lizzie.
Thank you.
To light up like a Christmas tree
means to glow with pleasure
and I am glowing... Right now.
I went to your house on Mill Plain Road.
Yes, it's still there.
A very old woman...
Your sister Flossy's granddaughter...
Lives in it.
And I actually stood in your bedroom.
But what I will never forget
is how I suddenly felt your presence on the stairs...
Almost as if you touched my cheek.
It's crazy but I felt as if I could touch you, too.
Lizzie, to ignore what's happened
would be to deny a miracle.
Forgive my silence.
It won't happen again.
I promise.
All my love, Scotty.
Lizzie: Darling Scotty...
I beg you, please, keep your promise.
Never stop writing again
or I fear I shall stop breathing.
As my breath stops now
at the thought of you in my house...
In this very room.
Amazing as it seems I felt it, too
in the very same place, on the stairs...
A touch like a sweet promise.
I know that we are tempting fate
and in reality, there is your time, and my time.
But we shall live... And love... across time.
Deal.
Scotty: I dream of you.
But I can't see your face.
Please, send me a picture.
Remember, you have to be still.
Don't move.
I want you to look as if you are about
to walk into my arms.
Hello.
Hey. Hey.
How are you?
Oh, good.
How are you?
Good, good, good, good.
You look so happy. What happened?
You're here.
Oh.
You're here.
Good answer.
( Chuckles )
What's that?
Uh, that is Elizabeth Whitcomb.
The one who wrote the letter?
Yeah.
Well, where did you get it?
Actually, I got it from someone
who lives in her old house.
You went to her house?
Yeah.
Why?
Just curious.
How'd you even find it?
I got some info from that antique guy.
I stopped by on my way from practice.
It's in Willoughby.
Oh...
Yeah.
Well... I guess I should be grateful that, um...
The other woman's the dead one.
This parcel of land is for sale.
I know you love nature, Lizzie
and that is uppermost in my mind
as I surveyed the region
for a possible future home together.
I appreciate that.
I was wondering, Mr. Reagle...
Mm-hmm?
If you'd had a chance to peruse the verses
I gave you a month ago.
Oh, y-yes, yes. I've read them, yes.
Well?
They're very interesting, very passionate.
Perhaps not quite as attentive as they might be
to the mechanics of the art.
The odd meters, broken rhymes...
You have aptitude.
You need guidance.
I hope that in future
you will allow me to provide it...
In all things.
Lizzie: I have decided to cease writing poetry.
I know his Reagle highness is too conventional
to take me seriously
until my work has been validated by others
but the truth is, my darling, there are no others.
I sing, but nobody listens... Except you
so I offer you the last poem I shall ever write.
So, uh, you and Deb doing the marriage thing, huh?
Yeah. Yes, we're doing the marriage thing.
It's a great book.
Thanks.
Listen, Daniel, can I ask you a favor?
Do you mind?
Sure.
Would you mind, um...
Sorry, would you mind taking a look at a poem
and telling me what you think of it?
You want me to evaluate your poem
right here? Right now?
It's not mine. It's, uh, it's a friend.
It's short. Do you mind?
All right.
Thank you.
It's, uh... this.
( Laughing )
"Stranger, not on this earth shall we meet.
Thou surely I have lived a life with you
I would wed eterni..."
Tell him not to give up his day job.
What's the matter with it?
Besides being old-fashioned, sentimental and derivative?
As opposed to the pretentious drivel published these days?
What is your problem?
I didn't have one ten seconds ago.
Oh, really, and what would that be?
Excuse me for one second.
What's going on?
I insulted, uh, his friend's poetry.
What-what's he talking about?
What friend?
Nothing. Nobody.
Well, it had to be somebody
if you almost came to blows over it.
It's, uh, Elizabeth Whitcomb's.
I-I found it in the desk.
I just thought it might have some historical significance.
Mmm. Well, it has significance, all right.
( Sighing )
Debra...
What's going on, Scotty?
Nothing. Nothing's going on.
( Chuckles )
First, you don't tell me about... Finding her letter.
And then you go tracking down
Elizabeth Whitcomb's house
and then you don't tell me about finding her poem.
Honey, you're blowing this out of proportion.
You're putting more energy into Elizabeth
than you are into our wedding plans.
Are you that freaked out about getting married?
'Cause if you don't want to do this, Scotty
you just say the word.
Be honest and tell me
because we'll call it off.
No, I don't want
to call it off, okay?
I'm sorry, okay?
It's my fault.
It means nothing, okay?
Scotty: Dear Lizzie
please don't stop writing your poetry.
First of all, this Reagle guy
sounds like he wouldn't know a good poem
if it smacked him in the face.
You say you sing, but nobody listens?
Maybe that's true for now
but what about in ten years? In a hundred years?
You once said we were doomed never to touch each other
but you did touch me with your words.
Keep singing, my love.
I will always be here to listen.
Oh, floss, there's nothing to worry about.
Then wh...?
Why do you have to go all the way to Boston?
The doctor thinks
my headaches may have something to do with my eyes
and there's a specialist there.
I'm coming with you.
Cousin Delia has plenty of room.
No, floss.
I need you here.
I'm going to tell you something that may sound rather strange...
Even a little mad... But I assure you it's true.
Now I need you to promise me
not to interrupt until I'm finished.
Riders, ready.
Five, four, three, two, one, go!
( Cheering )
So, I take the letters that you send to me here
from Mr. Corrigan
put them in that compartment, close it, and they...?
And you must promise to send his letters to me
care of cousin Delia
in Boston.
( Groans )
Hey, are you okay?
Scotty?
Woman: Is he conscious?
( Beeping )
( Ventilator pumping )
Is he going to be okay?
The E.E.G. does indicate some brain swelling
but fortunately, his vital signs are stable.
Well, when will he come out of this?
Right now, it's just impossible to know.
( Horses neighing )
Ho.
Morning to you.
Watch your step there.
It's a wee bit slippery this morning.
Okay, ma'am. Hyup.
"Lee's troops on the move!
Northern cities alerted!"
"Lee's troops on the move!"
Elizabeth Whitcomb to see Dr. Reed.
Please take a seat, Miss Whitcomb.
Thank you.
( Door opens )
Man: We'll have an examination room
for you shortly, Miss Whitcomb.
Colonel Denby?
( Door closes )
Till Friday, colonel.
Yes. Thank you, doctor.
Miss Whitcomb? Follow me.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Miss Whitcomb. I-I didn't...
Colonel Denby. What a coincidence.
Yes. Forgive my clumsiness.
Oh, it's all right.
You seemed, uh, in a hurry.
Yes.
Well, don't let me keep you.
Might I accompany you, Miss Whitcomb?
Well, I wouldn't want to interfere
with your plans.
No, you're not. Uh, I have none.
I-I mean, uh...
Where is your destination?
Actually, I'm not quite sure.
Perhaps you'd allow me to buy you a cup of tea
and we can decide where we're going?
( Chuckles )
All right.
Denby: Have you long been a patient of Dr. Reed's?
No. This was my first visit.
Do you... Are you at present...
Forgive me... Feeling poorly?
( Chuckles )
No, at present I feel quite well.
F-forgive my boldness...
May I ask you a strange question?
Yes?
How is it that I have the total conviction
that I know you?
I don't know.
I feel the same.
Lizzie: My dearest Scotty
this afternoon I met a gentleman named Caleb Denby
presently a colonel commanding the 19th Massachusetts.
Scotty, the moment I saw him, I was powerfully drawn to him
and he, it appears, seems to feel an attraction as well.
Please do not fear, my darling
that I am in any way moving away from you
for I feel, strange as it may seem
that being with Caleb brings me closer to you.
I have the uncanny feeling
that what is happening was meant to happen.
You promised to read to me.
Oh, no, please...?
Please.
All right, let me see.
No laughing.
"Stranger...
Not on this earth shall we meet
though surely I have lived a life with you
dreamed of you.
I would wait eternity to touch you."
( Door opens )
It's okay. It's okay.
( Lively music playing )
Lizzie: Dearest Scotty, I despair of ever hearing from you again.
Flossy assures me that my letters to you
continue to miraculously vanish from the secret compartment
so I pray that you are still connected to me
reading this by one of your electrical lights
and understanding.
( Playing fanfare )
Gracious ladies and fine gentlemen
thank you for coming.
Allow me to introduce the guest speaker
who will tell you
what your attendance and your generous contributions
mean to the wounded soldiers of our great state.
This brave officer
was grievously injured at Chancellorsville
but he is returning to his regiment this very week.
Let's all give a warm welcome to colonel Caleb Denby
of the 19th Massachusetts infantry.
You didn't tell me you were coming here tonight.
Well, I thought I'd surprise you.
( Chuckles )
Well, you have.
You're not seriously going back, are you?
I have to.
How long do we have?
I leave day after tomorrow.
Lizzie, I need to see you alone.
Will you meet me tonight on the common?
I can't.
My cousin Delia...
What?
She's practically asleep now.
( Gasps )
( Whispers ): Lizzie?
Kind of, um... Organized it for you.
Great. Thank you so much.
Mm-hmm.
So, um, maybe you should go up and lie down.
No, I'm fine.
( Sighs )
I'm fine, I'm fine.
Look, see? I'm fine.
I'm nimble and well.
Are you all right?
I'm canceling my meeting.
I'm fine. Debra, I'm fine.
I'm just a little dizzy.
The doctor said that's normal.
Normal dizziness. Okay? All right?
My mother's coming over, she'll cook Italian...
I have to get back to living sooner or later, right?
Okay. Promise you'll call me if you...
I promise.
All right.
Scott...
When you... when you woke up in the hospital, you...
Yeah?
Nothing. I'm just... I'm glad you're back.
Me, too.
Lizzie: I am powerfully drawn to him
and he, it appears, seems to feel an attraction as well.
Very soon he will be returning to his regiment.
He says there are rumors
of a decisive battle somewhere in Southern Pennsylvania.
Darling, I am so frightened.
Southern Pennsylvania.
Southern Pennsylvania, 1863.
Southern Pennsylvania... Gettysburg.
Gettysburg...
19th... 19th Massachusetts...
"19th mass..."
"50%."
"Darlington...
Deford, Delaney... Denby."
"...colonel Caleb killed in action, July 3."
"June 28th."
Dearest Lizzie
do not let colonel Denby return to his regiment.
Beatrice: Where are you going?
Post office.
You just got out of the hospital.
I have to get this to Elizabeth.
Scotty, you cannot drive there.
Yes, I can.
All right, I'll drive.
( Sirens wailing and horns honking )
What's that?
That is the post office.
Officer: Back behind the barricade there, sir.
Just a sec, officer.
I need to get in there.
No, please, sir. Please, behind the barricade.
You can't go in there.
The whole thing's giving way!
Stay here. I'm just going to...
No!
Stay, wait here.
No, no, Scotty!
No, come back!
( Men shouting )
Good, Mickey, you're good.
Man 2: Okay. You're on it.
( Coughing )
( Coughs )
( Glass shatters )
( Coughing )
( Boy shouting headlines )
Man: All aboard! All aboard!
When I come back
will you marry me?
Yes.
Are you sure, Flossy?
I checked each day.
And my letters to him?
They vanished...
Just as you said.
( Sighs )
He promised.
( Knocking on door )
Lizzie, dear...
Mr. Reagle has just arrived
to welcome you home.
Oh, no, mother.
I-I... I can't just now.
Your father's told him you'll be right down.
Just freshen up a bit, dear.
I'm sure seeing him will lift your spirits.
I do believe with general Grant firmly in charge now
the western campaign will be going...
I anticipate a speedy and comprehensive victory.
Well, I hope you are right, sir.
Welcome back, Miss Whitcomb.
You were missed by all.
Thank you, Mr. Reagle.
I hope you will forgive me, but I'm rather fatigued.
It was a long journey
and I'd like to postpone this visit.
( Knocking on door )
Lizzie...
I've asked Mr. Reagle to join us at dinner.
Maggie...
Is there something for me?
Yes, mum. Found like this.
Lizzie, can you not be more considerate of our guest?
In a moment, father.
Flossy: Lizzie, what is it?
Get my bag, Flossy.
Hurry!
Father, I have to go to the station right away.
You've just this minute come from the station.
What was in that letter?
Mr. Reagle, will you give me a ride in your shay, please?
Dear lady, I-I would do anything to please you
but against the wishes of your father...
Then I shall walk.
I forbid it.
I'm not a child, father.
You can't stop me.
This is what comes
of letting her go to Boston unattended.
Lavinia: Warren...
Flossy... what did she tell you?
Lizzie!
( Whistle blowing )
Excuse me.
Does this train go anywhere near Gettysburg?
No. Closest you can get, ma'am
is Harrisburg, uh, if the rebs ain't cut the line yet.
You'll have to take a carriage from there.
Thank you.
Aboard!
Debra: Hey...
Oh, hi.
Hi.
You're here.
( Chuckling ): Yeah.
What, uh...
Look what I got.
Oh.
Lots of yesses.
People wrote back already, huh?
The wedding's four weeks away.
Oh, god.
Don't forget you lost a month.
I know. I know. Sorry.
Honey, if you think that we should postpone this
maybe it would be difficult, but we could do it.
No. I don't want to do that.
( Phone rings )
Honey...
Okay, hold on.
Hello.
Beatrice: Any word?
Um... no, not yet.
I wonder if she even got the letter.
Yeah, I was wondering that, too.
Listen, uh, Debra's here.
Uh-oh. Sorry.
Well, send her my love
and call me if you hear anything
okay?
Okay. Bye-bye.
Uh, that was mom.
She sends her love.
Well, what was that all about?
Uh, she's just worried about me, you know.
Uh-huh.
That makes two of us.
Well, I'm fine.
Why is that
so difficult to believe?
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
My head.
Okay, what do we got here?
I'm just, um, going through the second stack here.
All right.
( Softly ): Come on, Lizzie.
It starts at dawn.
Driver...
Ma'am?
Will you take me to Gettysburg?
The heaviest fighting in the war's going on there.
Please, will you take me?
I have to get there tonight.
I'll-I'll-I'll pay you anything
that you like.
It ain't the money, ma'am.
Fine. I'll find someone else.
Driver
will you please take me to Gettysburg?
All right, ma'am.
I'll take you to Gettysburg.
Thank you, sir.
( Sighs )
( Guns firing )
( Horses whinnying )
( Guns firing )
Man: Fire at will!
Forward, boys!
Guidon to the last!
( All shouting )
Driver, can't you go any faster?
Horses are going as fast as they can, ma'am.
( Whistles )
( Shouting and screaming )
( Gunshot )
( Softly moaning )
Lizzie...
Hyah! Git, there!
Hyah!
Whoa! Whoa!
( Horses whinnying )
Driver, will you wait for me, please?
Yes, ma'am.
Soldier...
Do you know where the 19th Massachusetts is?
There ain't no more 19th Massachusetts, ma'am.
The rebs done them.
They got them good.
What's left's over there.
Woman: I know you're in pain.
Man: Water. Water. Bring some water over here.
Woman: We need a stretcher here!
( Men moaning )
( Man coughing )
Caleb?
Darling?
Oh, Lizzie.
Caleb.
I promised to marry you.
It's okay. It's all right. It's all right.
It's all right.
( Moans )
Shh...
Say something. Tell me.
What? What, honey?
Like on the river.
Say something.
"Stranger...
Not on this earth"?
"Stranger, not on this earth shall we meet
though I have surely lived with you
dreamed of you
I would wait eternity
to touch you...
Not in this world of sighs...
( Moaning )
We're falling forward...
Never to lose you..."
( Crying )
( Gasping )
Oh...
Lizzie, dear
are you all right?
No, mother, I'm not.
Elizabeth!
Not... not now, father.
( Sobbing )
Dearest Scotty
I received your warning, but it was too late.
Oh, my darling, my colonel is gone
and with him went that part of you
I never thought to hold.
So write to me
for you're all of him that remains.
I'm so sorry.
I know you don't want to hear this
but it's for the best.
Mother... Caleb is dead.
Lizzie's heart is broken.
I can't even reach her.
An incredible miracle happened, Scotty
and you'll never forget it
but it's over.
It's time for you to be in the present
with the woman you're about to marry.
( Sighs )
You do still want to marry her, don't you?
Hi.
Are... are you all right?
We need to talk.
What is it?
Read these.
Miss Lizzie.
I found this letter after you left.
Dear Lizzie, please do not stop writing your poetry.
You once said we were doomed never to touch each other
but you did touch me with your words.
Keep singing, my love.
I'll always be here to listen.
Of course.
( Laughs )
What are these?
Elizabeth Whitcomb wrote them.
She's, uh...
Been writing to me.
Her letters just appear in the desk
and then, uh...
I write back to her.
( Clears throat )
What you're telling me...
What you're telling me is... Crazy.
It's insane.
W-w-what, what is this?
What are you doing?
I'm trying to show...
I'm trying to tell you...
Tell me what?
I fell in love with her.
Elizabeth Whitcomb?
I know it, uh...
Sounds, uh...
I don't know what that accident did to you
but this is really frightening...
Deb, listen to me.
What?
Open it.
Dearest, Caleb is dead
and so, my future love, are you.
It must be so, for you are one and the same.
I know that now.
But almost as if from the grave
you have returned to me something
I thought I had lost... My voice.
Although you may never hear it
I am enclosing this song for you.
This is crazy.
Oh, no.
How can this be?
I don't know, but it's true.
This isn't happening.
Listen... listen...
Shh, it is happening.
It is happening.
I don't understand it.
I'm sorry I dragged you through it
but it's real.
But it is real.
The love I felt for this woman...
That I feel for her... is real.
Debra...
You deserve to be loved...
Completely.
( Sniffling )
I'm not even going to...
Try to understand what's happening here.
But I know this...
If you don't feel that way about me...
We shouldn't be together.
Lizzie: I will never forget how the winds of time
blew back and forth for me
I will never forget how my heart lit up
like a glowing Christmas tree
though I wander in hell or heaven
my slate wiped clean by death
you, my love, my dream love, I'll never ever forget.
When?
Tuesday.
I'm sorry.
May I come in?
So what will you do now?
Well, she left me the house
so I'll stay a while and see how it feels.
Would you mind...
Could I take one last look at her room?
Suit yourself.
Thanks.
Lizzie?
You here?
Lizzie?
Oh, Scott.
I miss you so much.
You all right, mister?
Yes, ma'am.
Clarice wanted you to have this.
She found it in the attic
when she was a little girl.
It's a batch of letters
diaries, papers and poems.
Lots of poems.
It's funny.
Clarice could swear there were no poems in there
when she was a kid.
Of course
she was getting pretty forgetful there at the end.
( Chuckling )
"Dear Miss Whitcomb, you were my favorite teacher
at the Willoughby school for girls..."
She became a teacher.
That's great.
"Miss...
Miss Whitcomb, Miss Whitcomb..."
I guess she didn't marry
his Reagle highness after all.
Who?
Nothing. It's not important.
Lizzie.
That's you!
How'd you get in there?
I'll try to explain it, but...
You're never going to believe it.
"I never forgot."
( Dog barking )
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Who are you?
Hey, stay.
Orbit!
Orbit, come!
Come here, boy.
Go on.
Hey, go on.
Here... here, boy!
Now, no jumping on strangers.
It's all right.
It's okay.
Woman: So sorry.
It's okay.
Don't worry about it.
Whoo!
He must really like you.
He doesn't usually jump on people.
Something wrong?
Oh... no.
No, nothing. Sorry.
It's all right.
He's all right.
Well, again, sorry.
I didn't mean to intrude.
Bye.
Come on, Orbit.
Good boy.
Excuse me.
Uh, sorry.
Do you know
where I can get a good cup of coffee, or...?
Yeah. I know a really good place, actually.
It's, like, three blocks from here.
Could you show me?
Could I buy you...
No, that's all right.
Really. It's the least we can do.
All right. You talked me into it.
Okay, then.
So, what's his name?
Orbit.
"Orbit"?
"Orbit," yes...
Scott.
Hi. Beth.