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Here's to your success at Harvard.
Thank you.
Are you satisfied with your thesis?
No.
If I had another year, it would be so much better...
- Oh. - That's the right answer.
Good for you.
You know, students think they're far more talented
than they actually are.
You'd be a better student and a better scholar
with another year of hard work.
Now... we can move on to something else.
I don't like it when people pry into my private life,
so I leave others alone.
In your case, I was dragged into something by David Harris.
I'm not privy to everything that went on,
nor do I want to be.
You'll have a fresh start next year at Harvard,
and no one will have an inkling of what transpired here.
But until then, it would be wise
not to draw any attention to yourself.
You know, frankly, female graduate students
are vulnerable with respect to their reputations.
It's best not to give anyone the slightest suspicion
that you haven't earned your accomplishments
through hard work.
Professor Picton...
I swear I worked very hard in the Dante seminar.
He didn't help me with my essay or give me
any special treatment.
I'm sure that's true.
But you deceived me.
And frankly, I'm a bit put out.
I understand why I... I wasn't brought into your confidence.
I'm sure Gabriel forbade it.
I'm annoyed with him, too.
But for reasons I won't divulge here,
I owe him a debt.
I know the difference between a Willoughby
and a Colonel Brandon.
I hope you do, too.
So I'm headed back to Vermont after graduation.
You can drive with me.
I can help you move.
Thanks but my dad's going to help me move.
Well, we could go together.
We could spend a day in the farm,
and then we could drive to Boston.
Are you living in residence?
I can't get into residence till August.
I need somewhere to live before then.
Well, my friend's brother goes to Boston College.
Let me see if he knows a place you could sublet.
You would help me move and find an apartment?
- I expect to be paid in beer. - I think I can do that.
Who are they?
Oh, that's my sister, Heather, on the left with her husband.
And the other girl?
That's Alison, my ex.
Oh.
She was working in Vermont and couldn't handle
the long distance.
We broke up a while ago.
You're a good person.
Maybe I shouldn't have said that.
You should say whatever's on your mind.
And for the record...
I've always thought you were a good person too.
Should we turn on the movie?
Sure.
I'm so glad you could come.
I wish I could have taken time off work
to have visited you instead, but...
I needed to get away anyway.
Wedding planning almost finished?
Not quite.
These are for Gabriel's apartment.
Oh.
I would have mailed them to him, but...
Jackass.
Did you know that Gabriel was in Selinsgrove
a couple of weeks ago?
He went to my parents' house.
One of the neighbors called my dad.
Apparently he was up at all hours playing loud music
and prowling around outside.
I don't understand why he's doing this.
He loves you.
And that kind of love just doesn't disappear overnight.
Maybe he loves his job more.
Maybe he decided to go back to Paulina.
What?
You can't believe that he would leave you for Paulina?
I can believe anything.
You really think that he would leave you for her?
Up until a year and a half ago, they were still involved.
She's familiar territory.
We're going to need something stronger.
- Shhh. - What?
We're gonna wake up Aaron.
He sleeps like a log. Listen.
I just don't think that Gabriel would leave you to keep his job.
I think he would have gone up to you afterwards
and said, "I love you, but we have to wait."
And he would have said it in iambic pentameter
because he can.
He loves you. I refuse to believe otherwise.
If he loved me he wouldn't have left me.
You want to call him?
I left him a message.
If he wants to talk to me
he has to do it face to face.
I'm not calling him again.
What if he sleeps with Paulina?
Oh, I don't think he would do that
and expect you to forgive him afterwards.
If he's with someone else and you find out about it,
you tell me.
Yeah.
I'm sorry, I forgot.
What did you forget?
How to enjoy a blow job?
Oh!
Grazie.
Hey.
I saw you here last December.
Bless you!
Come in.
Well, thank you for coming, Miss Mitchell.
Please.
So...
How was your semester?
It was...
interesting.
I asked to speak with you to find out whether you've
had any other problems since the hearing.
Dean Harris is wondering if Professor Emerson
bothered you at all after the hearing.
Did he call or email?
Why do you care?
You got what you wanted. He left.
This meeting is an attempt to ensure that you've been able
to proceed in your education without interference.
He told me to stop contacting him
and that it was over.
That's what you wanted to hear, right?
Congratulations on a successful year.
And congratulations on being accepted to Harvard.
I don't regret my relationship with him.
Both of you were patronizing to me
throughout this entire process.
I understand the importance of protecting someone
who needs protection
but the only people I needed protection from were you.
Excuse me. Uh, I'm looking for the Foro Romano
and the Museo...
Archeologico.
It's on via del Portico too.
It's about a 12 minute walk.
- Okay. - Uh, that way.
Well, thanks. You know, I want to see it
before we head to Florence tomorrow.
Oh. Florence is lovely.
Beautiful sights to see.
Yeah, well, my family will be staying there
for two months, but I'm afraid we won't have much time
for sightseeing.
Oh, how come?
Well, we're staying with the Franciscans
and will be volunteering in a medical clinic.
Franciscans can always use a little help.
- Oh, I'm not Catholic. - Oh, neither are we.
We just want to lend a hand to good work.
Well. Okay, I'm off.
- Thanks again. - Sure.
Thank you. That's very generous.
It's nothing for what I received in return.
You're leaving?
I have somewhere I need to be.
Paulina...
I need to see you.
- Congratulations, Julia. - Thank you.
- I'm so proud of you. - Thanks, dad.
Shall we head to dinner?
I'll get the car.
I like Paul. He's a good handshaker.
He's a great friend.
Maybe he could be more than a friend.
Gabriel. It's time to get up.
Come on. I know you're awake.
Is it time for school?
I think you're a bit too old to go to school,
at least as a student.
Grace.
What's the matter?
I never said goodbye.
I wasn't able to tell you that I love you.
I've always known.
I should have been there.
I want you to stop blaming yourself.
You know, I love all my children.
But you...
You were my gift from God.
You've always been special.
There's someone I'd like you to meet.
I'll let you two talk.
Hi, I'm Gabriel.
I know.
I wanted to meet you.
Grace told me about your work as a professor.
I like Dante, too.
And you are?
Will you tell me about her?
About who?
Paulina.
Okay.
She's smart.
Stubborn.
Attractive.
She speaks several languages and cooks well.
She's not very musical.
She can't carry a tune in a basket.
Did you love her?
I think I love her now.
In a way.
We were friends in the beginning.
When I met her at Oxford.
I'm glad I got to meet you.
It was impossible before.
I'll see you again.
I didn't catch your name.
Don't you know me?
I don't.
Although here's something familiar about your eyes.
Of course, my eyes are familiar.
They're yours.
I'm Maya.
You didn't have to do that.
I know you love me.
And I'm happy here.
It's filled with light, love, and hope.
How's your reading list coming along?
I'm reading the texts you've suggested.
Professor Marinelli's looking forward to meeting you.
Of course it would be beneficial for you
to meet other Dante specialists in the area,
especially at Boston University.
I'm sure circumstances will arrange themselves
so that you meet eventually.
But if they don't promise me that you'll drop by
the Department of Romance Studies at B.U.
before September.
I will.
Thank you.
I don't know what I would have done.
You've graduated with honors.
Your thesis is solid and hopefully will form the basis
of a fine dissertation.
I look forward to watching your career.
Thank you.
I think you'll be very happy in Cambridge.
You can drop me an email now and then, let me know how you are.
Oh.
This belonged to Dorothy L. Sayers.
She was a friend of the director of my dissertation.
I'll treasure it always. Thank you.
Thanks, Tom.
- We've arrived. - Yeah, here we are.
Mom, Dad.
- This is Julia. - Hi.
- Her dad. - Call me Tom, please.
It's good to see you.
You too.
Um, Julia.
I'd like you to meet my friend, Alison.
- Hi. - Hi, it's lovely to meet you.
Hi.
Can't sleep either.
Dad had a problem with one of the cows.
Ice cream?
Mmm.
Julia.
I don't want to say goodbye.
We won't be saying goodbye.
We'll email and talk on the phone.
We'll see each other.
I don't think you understand.
I want you to know.
Paul, I...
Let me say this.
Just once let me tell you how I feel.
I'm in love with you.
The thought of leaving you is tearing me up.
I-I know you aren't in love with me, but...
do you think you could be?
In time?
There won't be drama.
I will treat you respectfully.
And I will never, ever leave you.
Choose me.
And I'll give you a happy life.
You'll never have to cry yourself to sleep again.
I'm not like him.
I'm not an inferno that blazes and dies out.
I'm constant.
I want to show you how I feel without holding back.
Say you'll be mine.
I'm so sorry.
Me too.
I had to try it. I won't bring it up again.
I care for you.
You deserve a life with someone who loves you the same way
that you love her.
Don't forget about your interview at the coffee shop.
I won't.
Thanks for setting it up.
I don't know what I would have done
without you all these months.
This is what friends do.
I hope we can still be friends.
Even though...
I didn't want to say this in front of your dad,
so I was waiting till after he left.
Then I thought maybe I shouldn't say anything at all.
What is it?
I got an email from Professor Martin yesterday.
- Emerson quit. - What? When?
I don't know.
He said he'd still supervise my dissertation.
At least that's what Martin said.
I didn't want to upset you, I just thought you should know.
- Where's he going? - I have no idea.
I think Martin's pissed. After all the shit
Emerson put the department through, he up and quits.
Well, thanks again for all your help.
My pleasure, Rabbit.
Miss Mitchell...
Read my sixth letter. Paragraph four.
"The world,
"which is generally wrong in its notions,
"thinks that I am at peace and imagining that I loved you
"only for the gratification of the senses.
"I've not forgot you.
What a mistake is this?"
To my beloved.
My heart is yours.
And my body, my soul.
Likewise.
I will be true to you, Beatrice.
I want to be your last.
Wait for me.
Julianne!
Julia!
Are you all right?
What are you doing here?
- I came as soon as I could. - What?
Did you think that I wouldn't come back
even after I resigned?
That's what a person thinks
when her lover flees without so much as a phone call
and then sends an email saying that it's over.
Sarcasm does not become you, Julianne.
Lying does not become you, professor.
So we're back to that, are we?
Julianne and the professor?
From what you told the hearing officers, we never left it.
You're the professor, I'm the student.
You seduced and dumped me.
- I sent you messages. - What messages?
The calls you never made?
The letters you never wrote.
What about the letters from Abelard to Heloise?
The photo of our orchard.
I put the book in your mailbox myself.
I didn't know the textbook was from you.
I only looked at it tonight.
I told you to read Abelard's letters.
No, you said read my sixth letter.
I called you Eloise. Wasn't it obvious?
Eloise was seduced and abandoned by her professor.
Your message was crystal clear.
Okay. Forgive me. I need to explain myself.
We should go inside.
I need to change.
Are you changing schools?
What?
No.
Paul gave this to me.
He went there for his master's, remember?
I gave you a sweatshirt once.
What do you think about Boston University?
Katherine told me to introduce myself
to the Dante specialist in the Department of Romance Studies,
but I haven't got around to it.
I've been busy.
I'm the new Dante specialist at Boston University.
That isn't the response I was hoping for.
So...
You're...
Here to stay?
It depends.
I'm a full professor now.
University wanted to be able to attract
graduate students in Dante studies
so they...
They cross appointed me with religion.
Surprising, isn't it?
What is?
That a man who spent his life running away from God...
Should become a professor of religion.
I'm sorry I missed your graduation.
Catherine sent me photos of you.
You looked beautiful.
The picture you used to keep on your dresser.
The one of us at Lobby.
Did you take it with you?
Yes. How did you know that?
I noticed it was missing when I went looking for you.
I wanted you with me.
The photo was a poor substitute.
You wanted me?
I never stopped wanting you.
Do you have any idea what it's like...
to be left by the person you love...
not once...
but twice?
No, I don't.
Forgive me.
How's Paul?
He's fine.
You should email him.
He said he hasn't heard from you.
You've spoken with him.
Yes, Gabriel.
I've spoken with him.
He was there to pick up the pieces.
I've taken up enough for your time.
I hope you give me one more conversation
before you say goodbye.
You didn't say goodbye with a conversation.
You said it by fucking me.
You know my opinion of that word.
Never use it in reference to us again.
Julianne, please.
How's Paulina?
I saw her once.
I asked for her forgiveness.
- And I wished her well. - Did you sleep with her?
Of course not.
Paulina's in Minnesota.
She reconciled with her family and she met someone.
We agreed I would no longer support her.
- She wished us well. - She wished you well.
No, she wished us well.
She assumed we're still together.
And I didn't tell her otherwise.
In my mind you and I are still together.
So...
There wasn't anyone else?
I was faithful to you the entire time.
I swear on Grace's memory.
Why are you wearing a wedding ring?
Read the inscription.
This ring has a mate.
I purchased them at Tiffany.
In Toronto.
I've been faithful to you since you told me who you were.
These last few months...
Without a word.
And then tonight?
We don't have to have this conversation now.
If you can stand it...
Please, let me see you tomorrow.
Okay.
Will you let me kiss your hand?
I love you.
Good evening, Julianne.
You're stunning.
- As always. - Thank you.
The tent is a lovely gesture,
but I would rather have had a phone call from you
three months ago.
Where are my manners?
Did you hire a decorator?
Becca is a wonder of New England industriousness.
Thank you.
You're not drinking.
I quit.
When you showed up outside my apartment,
I didn't know whether to hit you or kiss you.
You broke my heart.
I struggled through therapy for a while,
but came out stronger than I ever thought I could.
It was only through Catherine and Paul's kindness
that I got through this.
Fucking Paul
You're not allowed to curse him.
Why didn't you call me?
I couldn't talk to you.
I was told the dean would interview you
prior to your graduation,
and he would ask if you heard from me.
You're a lovely woman but you're a terrible liar.
I had to send messages in code.
Our last night together, you wouldn't talk to me.
What was I supposed to think?
I thought I could court you while you were my student.
And get away with it.
I was wrong.
Forgive me.
I thought you chose your job instead of me.
My goal was not to hurt you.
I screwed up when I submitted Catherine's grade for your work.
The administration was worried you'd been awarded
that grade because you were sleeping with me.
They were going to suspend your grade while they investigated,
and as long as your grade was incomplete,
you wouldn't be able to graduate.
No Harvard.
My selfishness is what led to all of this.
And when you confessed,
you provided the corroboration the committee needed.
We had an agreement to show a united front.
They were threatening your future, Julianne.
Did you expect me to sit there and watch it happen?
I agreed to their sanctions if they brought the investigation
to a speedy conclusion.
I promised I'd do anything.
Anything?
They told me to end things with you.
To cease all contact.
If I violated this condition, the agreement would be void
and they would reopen the investigation into both of us.
That's when you sent that cruel email.
I was sending it from my university account
to your university account.
I assumed you'd realize it was all for show.
Have I ever spoken to you like that before?
I mean, have I ever spoken to you like that
since I realized who you were?
Jeremy thought if I took a leave of absence,
he would convince Christa to drop the lawsuit
and he did.
But he said that if he found out that I was still seeing you,
he wouldn't lift a finger to help me.
- That's blackmail. - That's academia.
You were willing to risk everything to save me.
Thinking that I might not forgive you.
Yes.
I'd sent another message before that.
Saying it was temporary.
No, you didn't.
I didn't get this.
I thought it was sending it to Julianne H. Mitchell.
But in my haste I sent it to to Jeremy H. Martin.
Which he brought to my attention soon after.
I wish you could have told me.
- I need to go home. - Julianne, please.
Please, look at me.
Stay with me tonight.
Please.
You can stay in my arms.
I missed you.
I would lie awake at night wishing you were with me.
Me too.
Good morning.
- Breakfast? - Good morning.
I was just going to use the bathroom.
I'm afraid Gabriel's in it.
This house is inconvenient with only one bathroom.
Even my little house has two.
I thought you lived here.
No, I live in Norwood.
This is going to be an adjustment
to keep house for our professor.
And he's a little bit particular, but I like that.
He's lending me books.
I just started Jane Eyre.
Gabriel is lending you books from his personal library?
Yeah. Isn't that nice?
I don't know why he bought this house.
Location.
Oh, he plans to renovate and make it more comfortable.
But he refuses to hire a contractor
until he gets your approval.
My approval.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
I need a shower.
First door at the top of the stairs.
I left some things for you in the vanity.
You're stunning.
Thank you.
When I told you my relationship with Paul
didn't go beyond friendship, what I said was true...
technically.
Technically.
He wanted more.
He told me that he loved me and we kissed.
Is Paul who you want?
You ruined me for other men when I was 17.
I've never had romantic feelings for Paul.
I'm sure that distressed him.
I broke his heart.
I took no pleasure in doing so.
You know...
Those days in Italy with you...
were the happiest days of my life.
That's why I returned.
I even went to Assisi.
To become a Franciscan?
Hardly.
I visited the Basilica.
Your doppelganger led me to the crypt
where I was confronted by my sins.
I had made an idol of you.
I told myself I needed you to save me.
I began to realize I'd been given chance after chance and...
through no goodness of my own, I'd been given love.
And grace.
And had thrown it away.
I realized you couldn't save me.
And I found peace.
God wraps the world in second chances
and sticky little leaves.
My experience caused me to focus on God
but also to love you more.
I've always been attracted to your goodness.
I love you more deeply now than before.
I thought I knew what was best for us.
What was best for you.
I thought we had all the time in the world.
Forgive me.
Please, tell me I haven't lost you forever.
I never stopped loving you.
I hoped you would come back to me...
that you still loved me.
I want more than what we had before.
Tell me. I'll give it to you.
I want to get to know you again.
I want to be your partner.
Teach me.
I promise I'll be your most willing student.
I want to have the chance to make things up to you.
To treat you the way I should have treated you all along.
You were always generous in bed.
But selfish in other ways.
Which is why I won't make love to you until...
I regain your trust.
So, you want to wait?
I'm aching to be joined with you, body and soul.
But when I'm inside you,
I want you to know,
that I would never leave you...
That I'm yours.
And you are mine.
Forever.
When I make love to you, I want to be your husband.
Come again?
Richard showed me the kind of man that I want to be.
I want to make vows to you before God and...
and stand in front of our families and...
make promises to you.
I can't contemplate marrying you.
I need to learn how to be with you again.
Frankly, I'm still angry.
My intention is not to rush you.
I've missed the connection we had.
I haven't felt whole without it.
I haven't either.
Our last time together...
you told me it felt like I'd fucked you.
Next time I have you in my bed,
I want you to know without a doubt,
that our union is born of love
not lust.
That goal can be realized without getting married.
If you don't think you can trust me enough to marry me
then maybe you should let me go.
- Is that an ultimatum? - No.
But I want to prove myself to you.
And you need time to heal.
Withholding sex so I'll marry you is manipulative.
I'm not withholding sex.
Shouldn't I be allowed to wait until our relationship
is repaired and have that choice respected?
But... what about make-up sex?
Isn't that customary?
Oh... is that what you want?
On our honeymoon you will find me a most attentive lover.
All my arts will be at your service.
I will endeavor to undo all wrongs.
When I take you to my bed...
as my wife.
How can you be so cold?
Does that seem cold to you?
Does that... does that feel as if I don't want you?
Can you deny this?
No.
My arms were full.
Even when I was alone.
If you were to tell me that you'd fallen in love
with someone else and that you were happy...
I'd let you go.
Even though it would break me.
I will love you forever, Julianne.
Whether you love me or not.
That's my heaven.
And my hell.
You love me.
Is that a question?
Why do you only believe I love you now?
You love me enough to let me go
even though it would break your heart.
Would you let me accompany you to Rachel and Aaron's wedding?
Hm?
My dad's here.
I know.
I called him.
Why would you do that?
I want to marry you.
I need to make amends with your father.
This is not a good time to ask him about marrying me.
I'm not going to ask his permission to marry you.
That decision rests with you.
Dad.
Hey, Jules.
Emerson.
We should find a quiet corner of the bar.
I don't want an audience for what I have to say to you.
Just for the record, I love both of you
so I'd really like if you didn't injure when another.
- Hey, love. - How did it go?
I gave your dad the chance to curse me and say that
I'm a no good coke head who doesn't deserve you.
But by the end of our conversation,
he begrudgingly offered to buy me a domestic beer.
You must love me if you're willing to give up
your pretentious European imports for appalling bathwater.
If I was still drinking, it would be the least I could do.
I'm across the hall feeling lonely and sad.
In case you need anything.
I'm lonely too, Gabriel.
Isn't there something we can do about that?
I need to go.
I love you.
Good night.
You'd make beautiful babies.
Little boys and girls with big brown eyes and big cheeks.
I thought you'd made your decision about having children.
If we were married...
I'd consider having my vasectomy reversed.
I don't know how successful that reversal might be,
but I'd like to try.
With your blessing.
I think it's premature to have that conversation.
I volunteered with the Franciscans
in an orphanage in Florence.
Did you like it?
I found my niche.
Telling stories about Dante in Italian.
When Grace found me,
I was at an age that was considered unadoptable.
But she wanted me anyway.
I've been blessed.
I see Quinn made himself quite comfortable.
- Wanna go get some ice cream? - Yeah?
He spoils him rotten.
Sorry...
May I have this dance?
Gabriel's toast to Grace was very moving.
It's the first time he's called us Mom and Dad.
I'm sure that Grace is watching and that she's very happy.
Part of why she's happy is the transformation
we see in our son.
You've brought that about.
Thank you.
I can't take credit for that.
Some things are beyond all of us.
Well, I hope that I'll be able to ask you
to dance at another wedding in the near future.
We're taking things one day at a time.
Well, don't wait too long.
Life has a way of taking unexpected turns.
We don't always have as much time
as we think we have.
- May I? - Oh.
Is my father making you cry?
No.
He's just reminding me about what's important.
Please...
- Don't tempt me. - I promise I'll be gentle.
This is a stunning reversal of this ritual.
We have waited a respectable amount of time.
Do you trust me?
Yes.
Then marry me.
Gabriel, I...
How could this be wrong?
I'm trying to be strong for both of us
but when you look at me like that...
Perhaps a compromise.
Thanks for last night.
It was important to me.
For me to.
You were serious about waiting until the wedding.
You weren't complaining.
Gabriel, I would welcome your proposal.
Oh, Gabriel.
You didn't need to go to so much trouble.
I would have been happy with this old blanket
that we used before.
I like spoiling you.
May I?
Do you have any idea what you do to me?
It's beyond words.
Feel my heart beat.
You do this to me.
I brought you here because this is where it all began.
You changed my life that night.
You brought beauty to my life the instant I met you.
I still can't believe I have you in my arms
after all these years.
And that you love me.
I've always loved you, Gabriel.
It's an announcement from the Uffizi Gallery.
Your Bottecelli illustrations.
But what about the legal issues?
They were always part of a private collection.
I own them legally.
And now I want to share them.
I always thought those pictures
should be available for people to enjoy.
What you're doing is very generous.
You taught me not to be selfish.
And you taught me to accept gifts.
Then were a matched set.
The day we met, I picked an apple from a tree.
That apple represented what my life was like at that time.
Carnal.
Selfish.
Violent.
A magnet for sin.
Has a man ever asked you to marry him before?
Then I'm glad.
I'm your first.
This apple represents what I've become.
Full of hope
and love.
I want to be your first
and your last.
I offer you my heart
and my life.
Marry me.
Be my wife.
My friend.
My lover.
And my guide.
Be my blessed Beatrice and my adored Julianne.
Say you'll be mine.
Forever.
Yes.
I've wanted you forever, since I first saw your picture.
I wanted you before I even knew you.
I wanted you when I didn't even know your name.
Only your goodness.
- I love you so much. - I love you.
Dear Paul,
I hope this email finds you well.
I'm sorry it took me so long to answer your last message.
Grad school has been kicking my butt,
and I feel so behind in everything, but I'm loving it.
One of the reasons I don't have much time to read
is because I'm engaged.
Gabriel has asked me to marry him, and I said yes.
We'd hoped to get married quickly, but were unable
to book the Basilica in Italy until January 21st.
I'm sending your invitation to your apartment in Toronto.
We're also inviting Catherine Picton.
I'll understand if you can't or don't want to attend,
but it was important to me to invite the people I care about.
With affection, Julia.
P.S.
Gabriel didn't want me to mention this,
but he's the one who persuaded Professor Picton
to supervise your dissertation.
Surely he isn't as bad as you thought.
Dear Julia,
I was surprised by your news.
Congratulations.
Thanks for inviting me to your wedding,
but I won't be able to attend.
My father had a heart attack a few days ago
and is in hospital.
I wouldn't be your friend if I didn't ask you
if Emerson is what you really want.
You shouldn't settle for less than the best.
If you have any doubt about it, you shouldn't marry him.
I promise I'm not trying to be an asshole.
Yours, Paul.
Oh, wow.
- This is so beautiful! - This is ridiculous!
Oh. Are the guys there?
You look pretty.
Thank you.
Let me help you with this.
Are you ready?
Okay.
I'm glad you asked me to walk you down the aisle.
I didn't want to get married without you.
I should have... I should have kept you when I took you
away from Sharon the first time.
Never should have sent you back.
Daddy.
I forgave you long time ago.
We never need to speak of this again.
You're a good girl, Jules.
If you have any doubts, I'll call a cab
and take you home right now.
No doubts.
Gabriel may not be perfect, but he's perfect for me.
We belong together.
I am my beloved's.
And my beloved is mine.
I am my beloved's.
And my beloved is mine.
How did I ever find you again?
Heaven smiled on us.
How did that get here?
Open it, Mrs. Emerson.
A magic key
to a secret garden
or a wardrobe that leads to Narnia.
Very funny.
Welcome home.
We were happy here.
I wanted us to have a place we could escape to.
Somewhere with fond memories.
I believe I owe you something.
And what's that?
Make-up sex.
And just so that you know...
I have a lot to make up for.
In fact, I think it will take me all night.
All night?
All night until the morning.
While you're getting ready for bed
I want you to think about all the ways I'm going
to please you.
Exquisite.
May I?
Tell me what you desire.
The night is yours.
I am yours to command.
No commandments.
Just show me that you love me.
I love you with all four loves.
But tonight is a celebration of Eros.
Thank you for your gift.
My gift?
Your body alluringly wrapped up just for me.
And your shoes.
They must be very uncomfortable.
Hardly noticed.
And why is that?
Cause all I could think about was making love with you.
Your body recognizes me, Julianne.
It knows my touch.
I'm going to take all my time.
More vigorous activities will come later.
After we are sufficiently reacquainted.
Mi a more...
Mio Angelo...
Mia vita...
Where shall I begin?
Shall I start here?
Or here?
What about here?
Or maybe here...
All I want is you.
You can have me.
Don't you want me to wear them?
Save them for later.
When we christen the wall.
Do you trust me?
Yes.
I've waited such a long time to hear you say that.
And to know that you mean it.
Of course I mean it.
The past is behind us.
Behold thou are fair, my love
Thine eyes are as doves
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet
And thy mouth is comely
Don't make me wait.
My husband.
My darling angel...
I love that look.
What look?
Your eyes closed.
Your eyebrows furrowed. Your lips pressed together.
You only make that look when you come.
Really, Mrs. Emerson.
I've missed that look. It's sexy.
You flatter me.
I will love you forever.
Yes. Forever.
Please.
- I love you. - I love you.
Are you all right?
I'm wonderful.
You'll catch pneumonia.
So will you.
When I touch you...
When I look into your eyes, I...
I see our history.
And our future.
It's breathtaking.
I spent so long in the shadows.
I'm looking forward to being in the light.
With you.
We're in the light now.
And I love you.
And I love you, Julianne.
In this life...
and the next.
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