OK, so the bunnies have FORCED me to watch that last scene that I DVR'd OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
But the scene before it, when EyAl says goodbye? Deep sigh. The bunnies REALLY like him!
This song is a REALLY old one. Find a version of it on youtube from Fred Astaire. It's lovely.
They Can't Take That Away From Me
He was gone. In typical fashion, he had just disappeared. One day she would have to ask him how he managed that. He was going sailing. She smiled to herself, imagining him as a man of leisure. She wondered what he meant when he was talking about sailing. She wondered if she would ever wind up on a beach with him at sunset. She smiled again lost in her musings.
He wasn't as far as she thought. He had learned to slip away in a crowd years ago. It was a survival technique that had become second nature. He was watching her. He watched her look for him and smile when she didn't see him. He watched the smile that lit up her face as she realized he was gone again. It warmed and tugged at him. She was going back to America and her work. Back to the CIA, back to a sense of purpose, back to a belief that what she did was important and mattered. Mostly, he believed she was going back to Auggie Anderson.
He thought of that sunset on a beach he had promised her. He allowed himself the luxury of imaging it. They would sit quietly and watch the sun set. This all American girl, blonde haired, perfect teeth and whirling energy would sit quietly. She was the rare American who didn't fear stillness. She would tip her head and smile at him. Her spirit touched his. It was why he called her "Neshama". She could be his soul. She was light to his darkness. Yes, she was beautiful. But she was more than that. She ran deeper and so did his feelings. In another world, he would have moved mountains. This woman would have never been left an airport. She would have been wooed, pursued, courted and won. Bu his world was not that place and neither was hers.
Annie Walker was going home. If EyAl read the signs right, and he usually did, Annie was going back to one Auggie Anderson, All American Boy. Auggie hadn't declared himself yet, but EyAl knew it was coming. The man had the tenacity of a pit bull when Annie was in Russia. He would have moved mountains and defied all governments to get her back. It was the actions of a man in love.
When he finally met Auggie, he was a little surprised. Of course he had done his homework and checked on this CIA operative who had reached out to him in such an unconventional manner. Those Americans were always conventional. Auggie's picture showed a shaggy haired computer geek. In real life there was a steely core of strength under his casual demeanor. Meeting Auggie, EyAl could sense the soldier. Auggie had been Special Forces. It explained the toughness under the self deprecating wit. He liked him, which was saying a great deal. Most Americans irritated him. In that other world, he might want to befriend this rival. That the man was in love with Annie was no surprise. She was that kind of woman. Men would be fascinated, and fall in love. Annie's reaction to Auggie was surprising. She was by nature independent. It served her well in this line of work. But when Auggie was around, she softened. Her eyes lightened and she turned to Auggie, deferring to him. It was something only a trained eye or a man ready to tumble for her himself would see.
EyAl had made a study of Annie over these few years. Her smiles and tears were etched in his heart. Her quick mind and tenacious loyalty by turns charmed and exasperated him. Even as a green operative, she showed cool clear eyed determination. She had matured since then, growing sharper and lovelier at each encounter.
No, Annie Walker would not be sitting on a beach with him alone watching a sunset one day. She would stay with her blind All American Hero. But those memories, he would keep. Every moment they had spent together played over again and again in his mind as he sat on the plane.
They Can't Take That Away From Me
By George and Ira Gershwin
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No no they can't take that away from me
We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love
But I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No no they can't take that away from me
No they can't take that away from me
Hopeless romantic much, Gina? Yeah. I hope we see more of him. (And yeah Of Course I meant that literally ….shirtless EyAl, hells yeah)
Bunnies are waking from a long slumber.
ANYONE THERE?