I’ve had two wives since down there. Now they’re
all buried in a little churchyard outside Mobile.
ABE looks on, astonished, while SWEDEN merely nods. The breeze tosses his hair.
MAN IN BOAT:
This is the first time I’ve been back in sixty years.
The village ain’t changed one single bit. I feel as
though I’ve been sleepin’ and sort of dreamin’ all
the while. The shop’s sold and I’m takin’ a last look
around at the old place. There’s only one or two that
remembers me, but I was born and raised here, and
this is where I had my first love, and the place is full
of memories, just chock full.
The camera closes on SWEDEN.
MAN IN BOAT:
No, I ain’t gonna live here.
I’m goin’ back to the States next month, so I can die,
and lie beside the others in the cemetery at Mobile.
SWEDEN tur
