All language subtitles for Signed Sealed Delivered From Paris With Love 2015.eng

Hi. Did you ask to speak with the owner?

Uh, yeah.

Is there something wrong with the food?

No, it's great looking...
Uh... Great eating, the food.

The food is good.

I just have a few
questions about Donatello's.

Are you a food critic?

No.

I write a blog about being single, and 30

and unemployed, and miserable.

I don't allow 'miserable' in my place.

I'm Joey.

Caitlyn.

You know, life can surprise you.

I always thought that I'd be a journalist

or a stand up comedian

or the patron Saint of
unmarried female bloggers.

[Guests laugh]

But I never thought I that
I would ever be Italian...

or so happy.

[Guests applaud]

Forever.

Forever.

[Clink]

[Crowd murmurs] Here, here.

[Guests applaud]

Sync and corrections by Albanda
www.Addic7ed.com

Ah, ooo. Thank you.

As Miss Colorado Special Delivery,

it has been my honor to inaugurate

numerous automated stamp dispensers

throughout the Metro Denver area.

But no ceremony seems quite as aus...

Auspicious. Boding well for the future.

Right, quite as auspicious

as today's dedication of the South
Logan street autostamp machine!

And the crowd goes wild!

- Ahh!
- [Applauding lightly]

Shane: Whooo! It is fre-ezing out.

Am I mistaken or is it your birthday today?

You are mistaken. It's next Monday.

So, there's still time to shop.

Oh, good.

And FYI, I've already got a giant pair

of golden scissors.

Oh, these are for Rita's ribbon cutting.

Oliver wrote me a beautiful speech...

I think.

You're going through with it?

It's going down to eight
degrees on Wednesday.

You'll freeze your a...

Crown off.

- [Laughter]
- No rain nor wind nor snow,

no dark of night, Ms. Mclnerney, hmm?

When will this winter end?

It just goes on and on and on...

Yes, but just wait.

You haven't yet experienced your first

Colorado spring.

Trust me, once you've
seen the cherry blossoms

bloom in April along the Potomac river,

nothing else compares.

Unless it's springtime in the Rookies.

Ohh, I love that song!

What song?

[Oliver sings] When
it's springtime in the Rookies,

I'll be coming home to you.

Little sweetheart of the mountains,

with your Bonnie eyes so blue...

[Clears throat]
Or something like that.

Hmm, well, Oliver O'Toole,
the singing postal detective.

What's this?

Oh, uh, seems to be secondary transfer

of organic material via footwear.

[Sniff]

Oh, yeah, I guess
somebody stepped in some...

Thank you, Norman.

[Clears throat]

Postmarked two years
ago, Caitlyn-something.

- The address is virtually unreadable.
- [Tear!]

Ooo, divorce papers.

Ms. Mclnerney! You have a
distressing habit of opening packages

without my express permission.

- This cannot continue.
- The address was hopeless.

Your promise, please...

Fine. I promise.

- [Buzz!]
- Incoming!

Heads up down there!

That guy from international misdirects

is so aggressive.

I got this.

Ohh...

Oh, seems to be something
caught in the corner.

A coin, I believe.

A ring, oh.

Joey, you two have been
together... What?

Six, seven years?

Count to ten before
you mail that.

Once it's out there,
you can't take it back.

[Shane] Ouch.

That guy really must have
wanted to get divorced.

I mean, once you take
the ring off the finger

there's really no hope...

What are those? Little curlicues?

No, those are intertwined initials.

See, there's a "J" and... a "C."

"C" for Caitlyn and "J" for... ?

Ooh, I've seen rings like this before!

There's a whole street of
boutiques in Larimer square

and they make custom jewellery

right in their studios.

Well, the inscription, I'm assuming,

is their wedding day, it's nine years ago.

There's a partial date here.

These divorce papers were
drawn up two years ago.

Whatever it was,

they're divorced now, so, what's the rush.

Ours is not a question
of 'why', Ms. Mclnerney.

"The seeds of duty know not the flower

nor its blooming day."

Who wrote that?

Well... It's a line from a verse

I composed in high school...

Um... about mail delivery, actually.

The singing detective philosopher poet.

Where does it all end?

Norman!

- Oh no.
- What?

[Sigh]

Maybe it rolled away

when we emptied the bin.

Considering the condition of the envelope,

it's a miracle it didn't fall out a long...

no! No! No! No! No...

[Door slams shut]

Be honest, Oliver, you think
we're gonna die in here.

And you're writing your will, aren't you?

Uh, no.

Times such as this

provide one with a certain clarity.

Well, the ring is here somewhere.

As soon as we find it, we
can locate the jeweller.

[Shane] I did not open it.

Honestly, I'm just sorry that I ever looked

at Holly's address in
the first place because...

Because...

Because until that moment

when I saw her name and her street number,

she was just a concept:

The mysterious absent wife in Paris.

Now, there's a real envelope in your pocket

that could be delivered to a real person.

It's funny, remember the day we first met?

I had a letter I was afraid to open.

And now you have a letter

that you're afraid to mail.

I am not afraid to... Mail this letter.

[Thunder rumbling]

A craftsman who values his work

will certainly keep records...

Don't you think, Ms. Mclnerney?

Ms. Mclnerney?

[Door squeeks]

Hmm...

[

[

[Beeping]

What a great idea, Norman.

- Hmm?
- Oh.

Oh, I took this to the park once

and found all types of cool stuff...

Like... A spoon... And a... a knife.

Oh, would have been nice to find a fork.

Maybe when the snow melts we could

take it to the park

and you could show me how it works.

Oh, well, um..

[High pitched beep]

[High pitched beeping]

Ah!

Ta-da!

Great!

Nicely done, Norman!

Here's a list of jewellery shops.

Thank you Rita.

In the absence of Ms. Mclnerney,

would you care to accompany me?

Oh, sure, yeah. I'll just get my coat.

[Yelp!]

Shh!

Rita?

Oh, umm, I... Just remembered...

I have to umm...

Sing?...

[Whispers] Speak?

Oh, practice!

Practice my speech!

I have to practice my speech.

Maybe you could take Norman?

Oh, alright.

Norman, would you like
to look at wedding rings?

Yes, this is one of ours.

Oh, excellent!

Whew! Just in time. You're
the last one on the block.

Were you hoping to have it resized?

Oh, no, I'm already... Uh

She and I...

Uh... It's a long story?

Love is a mystery.

Clearly.

But, in the meantime,

we'd like to locate the owner of this ring.

We're hoping you keep
records of your clients.

Out of the questions, our
records are confidential.

Did we mention the part about

being an elite task force with

wide powers of postal discretion?

Like The Avengers... The Incredibles.

Well, we're The Postables.

Did we mention that part?

Twice.

Just leave it with us

and we'll see that it's returned.

I'm sorry, this is now a matter

for the US Postal Service.

You will just have to trust us.

You're going to have
to do better than that.

[Squeak]

[Shane] Because
I really need an

extra-large americano

with a double shot of espresso

and a side of steamed low-fat milk

with two pumps of amaretto right now.

Okay?

Rita, can you keep a secret?

Probably not.

I'll try, but stuff comes out.

You're gonna have to
stretch yourself. Come on.

Okay.

I found this in international
misdirects this morning.

It looks a lot like a letter

that Oliver mailed to Holly

a few months ago.

Oh, wow.

If it's what I think it is,

it never arrived in Paris.

So, he probably thinks she never bothered

to answer him.

And Holly probably thinks that Oliver

never bothered to find her.

Oh, wow.

That's assuming it his letter.

But we can't be absolutely sure unless...

Unless you open it.

Which you promised you would never do...

Which is why you gave it to me...

Oh, I can't.

He'll kill me.

He won't kill you.

You're Miss Special Delivery,

you're the holy grail of first class mail,

you're dying to open it...

Too?

[Sigh]

[Paper tears]

Oh, geez, it's really a mess.

Okay, let me see.

It looks like "dear"...

"Dear" someone.

Oh, "so much time has passed... "

[Oliver] And
there is so much to say

and perhaps little
time left to say it.

I currently find myself

in a position where my
life may be at risk.

"There was never a better...

Example of that than the night we met."

Oh...

How did they meet?

In a snowstorm, on a mountain pass.

Holly's car went off the road

and Oliver dug her out of the snowdrift,

right before Holly's car rolled off

the side of the cliff.

Then they spent the night in his Jaguar

waiting for the snowploughs

to get through and rescue them.

[Scoffs] You gotta be kidding me.

He's practically a hero.

He kept her from freezing.

Well, I bet he did.

Well, she said he was a perfect gentleman.

So, is it his?

Okay... "I suppose I should not

have been surprised... "

[Oliver] I
have a feeling that

from the day we met,
you began leaving me.

What I knew of the world

could never compete
with your dreams

of discovering
it for yourself,

of travelling the
uncharted course,

of living the bohemian
life of artist and poet.

[Shane] "If you have left me

behind forever, I will accept that.

But if you regret your decision

and simply do not know how

to find your way home, then come back.

I am here willing to try again,

to see your dreams through your eyes.

Until I hear from you,
I remain faithfully...

Oliver.

Wow, it definitely is his.

He wanted her back.

[Keyboard typing]

[Click]

Well, she's still living in Paris.

The address label is printing out now.

Are you sure you want to mail this?

I'm not mailing it... It's up to Oliver.

But I'm sure he doesn't want
to waste any more time...

Wow.

- Wow.
- What?

Well, it seems that Holly has a...

Ms. Mclnerney?

How did it go?

It didn't go.

We went to four different jewellers,

finally found the right one,

and then... He didn't like us.

Impossible.

Everyone likes you.

Well, they should, anyways.

Ms. Mclnerney, perhaps your
computer might be of some service.

Oh, yes, sure.

Uh, let me see,

[click]

Let me see the inscription

on the ring again.

[Typing]

Okay, I have an idea,

with so little data, it
could take a day or two

but I can program a search

for weddings recorded
on the day inscribed here

screening for the parameters Caitlyn

and the husband's initial J...

[Rita gasps] No! Norman!

- [Whoosh!]
- Uh-oh

- What's going on?
- Nothing!

Norman just put a regular airmail

envelope into the overnight express tube.

Oh, that's a small mistake.

Some fortunate person will
simply receive their letter

tomorrow instead of next week.

I suppose worse things have happened, hmm.

Right.

[Nervous laughing] Oh, worse things.

Yup, much worse.

[Ramon] Ladies and gentlemen,

it is my very personal honor

to introduce the first lady

of the United States Postal Service

in the great state of Colorado...

The beautiful, talented, the postal!

Miss Rita Haywith.

[Crowd applauds]

Good morning and thank you werry,

[deep exhale]

Fery... oh, I'm sorry, I
think my lips just froze...

Allow me.

Oh.

Why, thank you Ramon.

As Miss Colorado Special Delivery,

it has been an honor to inaugurate

numerous automated...

[Giggles]

Oh, thank you.

Whenever our paths
cross with Mr. Rodriguez,

he seems intent to make an
impression upon on our Rita.

He's very popular these days.

He's KBC's new weatherman, now,

and I heard he may get his own talk show.

Oh, talk show?

But who knows what he's even talking about?

Truly, there is still room
for we, the American...

[Shivers]

This is ridiculous!

I'd give anything to be in Miami right now.

Yesterday, you wanted
to be in Washington...

Anywhere but here.

Washington, Miami... Paris.

There's always April in Paris.

And autumn in New York

and, well, you could move to
a remote island in the Pacific

and avoid the cold
altogether, Ms. Mclnerney.

I believe a hard winter like this

teaches us to find signs of hope

in the smallest of things.

You see a Robin on the window sill,

a crocus peeking out of the snow,

and you never take
spring for granted again.

When I was little we had one of
those old fashioned porch swings

I used to swing on it
for hours all summer long.

But in November,

before the first snow,

we'd take it down and put it in the garage.

And then a few months later

I'd be walking home from school

and there it would be again.

And I always knew

when the swing was back up on the porch,

spring was almost here.

Well, it's almost as good as the robin,

I suppose.

[Rita] United States Postal Service.

Thank you.

[Crowd applauds]

You wrote a very lovely speech, Oliver.

Thank you.

Oh, okay.

[Rita giggles]

Oliver, there's something

I should have told you about.

Well, it can't be that bad.

It's only Wednesday,

you usually save the
bad things for a Friday.

[Nervous laugh]

No, this is bad.

My bad.

The letter you wrote to Holly,

and mailed at the hospital last summer,

in the rain.

It... came back.

It was quite damaged, you say?

Yes.

And someone opened it?

I didn't.

I'm just the one who
mailed it, accidentally.

I read it.

Some of it... To confirm whose it was.

You promised me

you would never again

read the contents of a letter

without receiving my approval.

Well, technically, I opened it.

But I made her do it.

We're sorry, Oliver.

We just care about you,

that's all.

Don't we?

I do.

I care about all kinds of things.

My wife is receiving this letter today

that I wrote months ago,

and it's too late to do anything about it.

Umm, there's more?

Ms. Mclnerney,

I don't believe I can take

any more right now. Please excuse me.

Perhaps you should turn your attention

to that computer program
you so strongly believe...

That you believe in so...

In which you so strongly believe.

[Beep, beep!]

[Car engine starts]

[Oliver] Don't be frightened.

We'll get through this.

The secret is to stay awake.

[Wind howling]

Maybe if we keep talking,
that will help, hmm?

First things first.

I'm Oliver O'Toole.

I work with the Dead Letter Office

for the United States Postal Service.

Getting any warmer?

[She murmers]

I'm sorry?

I think we're going... to die in here.

No, no.

I would not let that happen.

[Knocking!]

Oliver, the program kicked out a name.

The divorce papers were mailed

to a Caitlyn Castelluci.

She runs a restaurant on south Broadway.

You haven't said a word in twenty minutes.

Are you going to forgive me?

Two?

Oh, no, we're looking
for a Caitlyn Castelluci.

She's not here.

Can I help you?

I'm Oliver O'Toole, from
the US Postal Service.

We have a delivery for her.

I'm her husband.

- I can take it...
- I'm sorry,

did you just say, you're her husband?

Yeah.

Where did you get that?

It was mailed two years ago.

It got lost... I know.

Listen, she has no idea these ever existed.

Please... Don't deliver that to her.

You mailed this two
years ago, to your wife?

Yes. No. Not exactly.

I never told her about it.

Listen, if she never gets it,

what's the difference?

And technically, it's still mine, right?

Actually, it's now the
property of the post office.

I can see its delivery

may cause some distress,

but my hands are tied here.

I wish there were...

A way of making this easier on you...

When will your wife be coming back?

Tomorrow.

She's driving back from
California from a wine auction.

She'll be here at six.

Perhaps if we come back after that,

you'd have a little time to prepare.

Yeah.

You are a lot of things, Oliver O'Toole.

Opinionated, a perfectionist,

basically a human antique.

But I never figured you for a hypocrite.

I beg your pardon?

You stood right there

and refused to let that
man decide what to do

with those old divorce papers.

But less than an hour ago

you wanted the same
chance to decide what to do

with your letter to Holly.

My letter should have
been processed and mailed,

and treated the same as
any other dead letter.

Oh, right...

My quarrel with you is that
you broke your promise to me.

You opened that envelope

on the pretext of locating
an I.D. when, in fact,

it was to, once again,
satisfy your curiosity.

That is not fair.

I was just trying...

Ms. Mclnerney, you obviously do not share

my commitment to putting
your heart and soul

into doing your job well.

Into doing the one thing
right in my life that...

Oh, huh.

[Mouthing words]

I was thinking about that

metal detector idea that you had.

Feel this, it's cashmere.

Ah, um... Cashmere blend.

Actually pretty cheap.

Rayon and... a little bit of polyester.

Still, Ramon does have excellent taste,

don't you think?

I don't think about Ramon very much.

Hmm.

[Machinery noise]

You said earlier today

that there was more I needed to know.

When I was checking for Holly's address,

her name came up in a video on YouTube.

On what?

YouTube, it's uh... Never mind.

It's a video of a bunch of French people

in a bookstore reading poetry, I think.

Look.

Mesdames et messieurs.

Un poeme par ma incroyable
copine, Holly O'Toole.

"La nuit de neiges"

[speaking French]

The whole thing is in French.

She always wanted to learn French.

Do you speak French?

No.

Well, Rita called someone she knows.

Yeah, he said we could
drop by his office tomorrow.

Is it a professor of French literature?

[Angrily] No.

[Ramon] And, over here

we have northern Colorado,

very cold, too cold for me,

too cold for you.

He's pointing to Idaho.

Thank you, Ramon.

Any chance we'll get enough powder

to hit the slopes this weekend?

[Chuckles] Oh, no, no.

But probably, yes.

Well, that's it from all of
us at KBC afternoon update.

In the kitchen with Merry Lynne is up next.

[Director] And, we're out!

[Bell rings] Thank you, everybody.

[Ramon] Miss Rita

and her little friends. Such a pleasure.

When I said I was at
your service, miss Rita,

I meant it with all my heart.

But my heart could never imagine

that you would need my services so soon.

Oh, well,

I never thought I'd need
to be serviced so soon.

Ovilear!

- Ramon.
- Always such a pleasure.

Have you and the lovely Shane

continued your dancing together?

Well...

You were my best students.

It's such a natural rhythm
[boisterous laughs]

between you two.

You can't teach that, you know.

Hmm.

I understand you speak French.

I speak all the romance languages.

Really?

- Yes.
- Latin?

- Of course.
- Portuguese?

- I breathe it.
- Romanian.

My mother tongue.

Norman...

It's clear that Ramon is multilingual.

Shall we proceed?

Um, yes, here is the poem.

It's a little hard to hear, so...

Ah, oohh...

[Ramon stops abruptly]

Uh...

Mhmm.

Hmm.

[Gasps]

Well... It's not a very good poem.

The French is poor,

the imagery is cliche,

and quite frankly it doesn't even rhyme.

But!

It has passion.

And what is a poem?

It is great passion pushed
into little tiny words!

Could you tell us what it says?

Of course.

It is called

"The Night of Snow"

"You found me one night
on a mountain in the dark,

in the snow, the snow that only got deeper,

and deeper, and deeper,

and deeper... "

It's deep, we get it.

"Death, whispered to me in the wind

'come away, come away.'

but from a place stronger than death,

in winter's very embrace, there you were,

searching for me, calling for me...

You saved my life in a world of snow,

but what shall I do with my life now?

Now that I can see the sun.

[Deep inhale]

Like I said, it's trash.

Garbage.

But passionate garbage.

Now, if you want to hear some great poetry,

Miss Haywith,

would you accompany me this Saturday

to a little soiree of close
friends at my old dance studio?

Oh, that sounds fun.

It's samba night.

Oh, we're going for coffee
at the Mailbox Grille,

wanna come?

Are you alright?

Uhh... The poem is about me.

[Rita] So, how do you know,

like really know, when it's going to rain.

It's something one just feels

Well, somebody's got
to get back to the DLO.

Okay.

[Whispers] Oliver, we need to talk.

"Death whispered to me in the wind."

What does that mean?

Okay, you guys have
five minutes to be weird

and then it's back to work.

[Clears throat]

Rita, I know it's been a big week,

dedicating the stamp dispenser,

visiting the weatherman,

but we can't fall behind...

Oh, yes, of course.

It's just, can Ramon finish his story

about when he was a cliff diver in Cozumel?

You used to be a cliff diver?

Oh, yes.

Oh, well, that's... scary.

Once we face the things that we fear,

they no longer have power over us.

No?

No.

Yes.

That's quite profound, actually.

Rita,

five minutes.

Oh, okay.

[Music begins playing]

Miss Rita

Me?

Norman, you are in danger of standing by,

letting Rita be swept off her feet.

What can I do? I can't compete with that?

Do you realize this is the first time

you've ever admitted
your feelings for Rita?

I told my grandmother, sort of.

She told me to tell her, but

I didn't know how.

And now, she's over there, getting swept.

It is hard to ignore a confident man

with a broom.

Hmm.

What do I do?

Well, you get a better broom.

Hmm.

That's a metaphor, right?

Yes, it is.

You know when I was a foster kid,

no one ever called me by my real name.

Just nicknames like

stormy Norman, bore-man,

kid in bed number five.

I didn't tell them what my middle name was,

you can imagine what they'd do with Xavier.

- [Light chuckle]
- That day when I met Rita

and she asked me my name,

it just all came out at once.

It was the first time I'd ever told anyone

my real name, cause...

Cause I just felt safe with her.

I believe you are.

Hmm?

I'm not in her league.

Norman, love can only survive on swagger

and charisma for so long.

Rita needs a man of true substance.

She's holding out for a hero, Norman.

That hero could be you.

[Chair creaks]

Hi. I'm Holly.

Would you like a yoo-hoo?

Umm, no? Thanks?

I usually leave those
for Oli... Mr. O'Toole.

I'm his wife, you know.

Uh-huh.

We all thought you were in Paris.

Aww.

Hey, do Norman and Rita still work here?

Yes, yes, they do.

And what do you do?

Umm... Tech support.

Well, good, Oliver can use some help

in that department.

I mean, he really is very smart

but he never quite got
the hang of the Internet.

Well, he's definitely of another time.

Yeah, he's always got a story

or a quote for every occasion.

He would have been so fun at parties,

if he would go, which he won't,

because that's just not who he is.

Well, I'm sort of new around here...

Lemme give you a tip, okay.

If he goes to a restaurant

and he orders clams and red wine,

he's very, very angry.

It's hard to imagine Mr. O'Toole

ever being angry enough to... eat clams.

[Cheerfully laughing]

Really?

I guess I just have
that effect on him, huh?

[Nervous laughter]

Want to know the funniest thing about him,

that man can kiss.

I mean that was the problem, right.

He'd kiss me and I'd forget every

promise I ever made to myself?

So...

[Slow exhale] So?

So, I just stopped
kissing him and it worked.

I went to Paris.

Now you're back!

- Yeah.
- Wow.

Wow.

I mean, when you get a letter like this,

what else are you going to do?

The things he said in this letter

made me realize that...

[Softly] Hi.

[Softly] Hi.

[Akwardly] Hi!

Well, Mr. O'Toole,

I still have some work
to do on those divor...

those papers for Mr. Castelluci, so...

Thank you, Ms. Mclnerney.

I always thought I'd know
what I was going to say.

I read your poem.

Which one?

How many have you written?

I have a whole book of
them coming out this fall.

Really?

Well done.

You always said you wanted to be a poet.

I've always been a poet.
I just didn't know it.

[Chuckles]

[Holly chuckles]

Did you mean to do that?

What?

You just said "know it" and "poet"

[Holly chuckles]

I'm so sorry, I'm not following.

[Whispering] They're
just standing there, talking.

[Whispering] How
close are they standing?

What are you guys doing?

[Shane gasps] Shhh...

Well, I helped myself to a yoo-hoo,

some things never change, right.

Oh, well, I don't know.

You're here.

And if you're here,

that means you must have read what I wrote

about being willing to change...

You know, I want to talk.

I do, but it was a long flight

and I need to sleep.

Oh, of course.

Uhh, where would you like to do that?

I got a room at the Brown Palace.

Ah, you always said

you wanted to stay there someday.

Don't look so sad.

Olly, it's going to be okay.

I wrote a poem about that too.

Oh.

Drinks, in the lobby,

tonight, ten o'clock?

Yes.

Okay.

[Whispering] She's coming!

- Oh!
- Oh!

[Whispering]

- Oh!
- Oh!

Ah, there you are Ms. Mclnerney.

I'm thinking perhaps it's time to deliver

our letter to Ms. Castelluci.

Well, it's a little early isn't it?

It is a restaurant.

We could have an early dinner.

I'm having a rare craving
for sardinian clams

and a nice glass of an unassuming Brunello.

Oliver, are we going to talk about this?

I'm sorry?

It just seems a little
odd that your missing wife

finally came back from Paris

and you're having dinner with me.

Well, I thought I could kill two birds with

one stone.

Return the letter to Caitlyn and...

Get some emergency clams?

Holly told me about the clam thing.

Ah.

And, what else did she say?

Well, she did mention you
can change her mind with a...

Oliver, this has been a terrible shock.

If you have to leave,

I can handle Caitlyn and the letter.

To be honest, Ms. Mclnerney,

I can't imagine doing
anything else right now.

This is what we do best.

We deliver.

We are good at this, aren't we?

Slow night.

Well, the food is marvellous.

I imagine this must be
quite the popular place.

Well, we have our good
years and our bad years.

Just like a marriage.

I understand that.

We were so crazy
about each other.

We had that kind of thing
where you tell yourself

"this is not the kind of girl
I ever thought I'd marry"

but then you do.

For the first few years,
things were so great.

Then the recession
hit us hard.

We almost lost this place.

Catie always found
something to cheer us up,

make me laugh.

I've actually seen a giant misquito

take away my brother...

Didn't keep him for long...

Just dropped him off in Topeka

Thank you guys so much,
you guys have been...

[Crowd applauds]

We had to work six days a
week just to keep it together,

so we decided to wait to start a family.

[Sigh]

I decided.

When we finally felt like we were ready,

the doctor told Catie that she couldn't.

And, oh man, that was tough.

After that we just
kind of drifted

into our own little worlds.

We just stopped being
Catie and Joey.

I could see things were
starting to fall apart.

Then she started going
out Monday nights...

That's the night
we're closed.

I'd stay home and
watch football,

she went to the
movies with the girls,

at least that's
what she told me.

One Monday night, I
followed her...

She walked in alone,

but that's not how
she walked out.

We'd both seen it coming,

I just thought I'd
get it over with.

So, I had the
papers drawn up.

I waited a while,

I went back and forth.

You know, I almost mailed
them, but I couldn't.

Then who did mail them?

I did,

accidentally.

That's how I got this bum leg.

I got in a fight trying
to stop a car-jacking.

A couple of guys beat
me up, pretty good.

I almost died.

[Car alarm rings]

[Woman screams]
Help! Someone help me!

You know, the amazing thing...

Is that she walked into that hospital room

two years ago,

and she never
left my side again.

We got our marriage back.

I never told her I knew what she did.

I forgave her and I moved on.

[Oliver clears throat]

You forgave her?

Joey, Oliver is very good at his job,

and if there's one thing
that he's taught me,

it's that things happen, all the time.

That at first may seem all wrong,

but when we have faith
that something greater

might be at work,

all those things just end
up working together for good.

[Clears throat]

I think in light of the circumstances,

perhaps we can make an allowance

and entrust the envelope to

you to do with it as you see fit.

Thank you, thank you so much.

That's odd.

I must have left it back at the DLO.

I'm sorry, I have been
a bit distracted today...

Joey!

Hey Michael!

Get the rest out of my car,

and put them in the back.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Mwah!

Hi, I'm Caitlyn.

- Hi.
- How's the food?

It's delicous.

Oliver!

Hey, guess what you guys forgot.

Caityn's letter...

- No, Norman...
- Uhh.

Oh, that's for me?

Catie, we should talk before you...

What is this?

It's two years old.

Doesn't matter. You should just throw it...

You were going to divorce me?

It was a mistake.

When did you mail these?

It was the night that I got hurt.

So I just spent the last two years

nursing a man who was
planning to divorce me?

I didn't tell you
because it doesn't matter.

I forgive you.

For what?

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

No, Joey, I have absolutely

no clue what you are talking about.

Two years ago I saw you with another man

in a parking lot outside the club...

You saw me in a parking lot with a man...

Well, there goes the marriage.

It was more than that and you know it.

You lied to me.

You told me you lost this in the fight.

You lied to me, every Monday for weeks.

Every Monday...

Oh my gosh.

That man you saw in the parking lot

was the owner of the nightclub

we used to go to.

Do you remember
those open mic nights

and how he was always saying
he's looking for new talent?

Well, I went to go see him.

I'm finding out that when
you marry an Italian chef,

you have got to know the lingo.

Spaghetti, rotini, rigatoni, crostini,

cannelloni, calamari, ravioli, fusili,

linguini, eeny-meeny fettuccine.

[Crowd laughs]

Do they not eat any food
that ends in a consonant?

What are they saving the consonants for?

And he liked the way I
could tell a story,

so he said he would coach me.

And I got to thinking,
maybe if he could teach me

at how to be
good at being funny,

I could surprise you,

take you back that nightclub

and watch your face
when they'd introduce me

and I'd walk up on
stage and knock 'em dead.

And then I'd get to see you laugh again.

It's the truth.

I should have told you
what I was trying to do,

I just didn't want to fail at that...

[Crying] The way
I failed with the baby.

Oh, don't say that...
Don't say that.

You didn't fail. I failed you.

I should have...

I should have told you
how I felt, and I didn't,

and I almost lost you.

Do you forgive me?

Of course. That's what we do.

[Telephone clink]

[Inaudible voice]

Yes, Ms. Holly O'Toole's room, please.

One moment.

[Clink]

Where would you like to sit?

- Oh, I don't care. Anywhere.
- Umm.

How about right here?

Ooo, I would just love one of those.

Two, actually, please.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

So...

So...

[Clink]

This feels very strange.

The letter I wrote to
you was lost so long ago,

I can barely remember what it said.

Well, you said if I came back

you would try to see my
dreams through my eyes.

That's right.

And you said if I'd left forever,

you'd accept that.

I was locked in a bank vault

at the time I wrote that, actually...

So, what are you saying?

Do you want me back?

Do I want you back?

Umm, Holly, I want an explanation.

I want to know why my
wife ran away to Paris,

never even called. Never wrote.

Do you have any idea
what you put me through?

You let me sit here, two years,

terrified that maybe
something happened to you.

But nothing happened.

Well, lots happened but nothing bad.

That would have been nice to know.

Olly...

Please don't call me that.

Why did you marry me?

What?

Why did you marry me?

You made me uncomfortable with my life

and I thought maybe that's good,

maybe my life needs a little shaking up.

And you certainly did that.

You know the first night we met,

I was perfectly honest with you.

I told you that I needed to be free.

We were lost in a blizzard.

You were delirious.

You were amazing in that storm.

You loved being my hero and I needed one.

And I learned so much from you, Oliver.

But the biggest thing I learned,

the biggest thing...

Is that if you want to be a grown up,

you got to be your own hero.

I'm sorry,

I don't understand how leaving your husband

at the Pony Express Exhibit at the

National Postal Museum
can be considered heroic.

Oh, well, heroes can be cowards.

What?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

See! That's it.

You leave us alone in a car

with only the two of
us to heat each other up

and we communicate just fine.

But talking, with actual words,

we were never very good at that,

which is why it's so amazing

that in the past two years, I've
really learned to express myself.

In two languages apparently.

Can you use one of them to
tell me why you came back?

To see you. To find out what I want.

What about what I want?

What do you want?

[Deep inhale]

Peace.

That's beautiful.

No, that's essential.

I don't want to be the first one to say it.

What?

Are you talking about divorce?

No. Maybe. I don't know.

If we say it, we can't take it back.

No, we can't.

And marriage is so sacred, so precious.

Ending it shouldn't be an easy thing to do.

Holly, it's been a long day.

Yes.

I've had a lot of surprises,

I've eaten a lot of clams.

Let us not get divorced tonight.

Okay.

We'll talk it over, tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I'm going to go upstairs.

I think I'm going to
write a poem about this.

Good idea.

Going my way?

Ah, Ms. Mclnerney.

You're in early.

I couldn't sleep.

Neither could I.

Come on up here with me.

Com'on. Come on.

[Clears throat]

So, do you know what you're going to do?

I'd like to do the right thing.

You always do.

No... No, I don't.

I waited more than a year

to write her a letter because I just...

There is so much I could
have done and I didn't.

[Deep inhale]

And I don't know why.

Because it hurt.

And it froze you up.

You're like the snowman I saw in the park

on my way in this morning.

He's just stuck there,

left behind by someone
who made him that way.

All he can do is wait for the thaw

before he can change.

But... then he melts.

You haven't forgiven her, have you?

[Deep breath]

Forgiveness is doing
the right thing, Oliver.

That has to happen first

and then you'll just...
Know what to do next.

You are, surprisingly good at this.

Well, I learned from the best.

Some singing postal
detective philosopher guy

who believes in spring

and doing the right thing.

"Spring." "Thing." Hmm.

You know, they found a 5600
year old popcorn kernels

that were still poppable,
buried in an ancient

Peruvian funeral urn.

Oh.

Hey, you guys made it!

- We did.
- This is so exciting.

Kinda like returning to
the scene of the crime.

Yeah, I just thought,

what better place to celebrate, right?

Where's Oliver?

Oh, he had a last-minute dinner

and he sends his best.

Oh, that's too bad, he
would have been perfect.

For what?

For Ken. The owner guy.

He's the MC

and he likes to warm up the audience.

But he got a flat tire.

And comedians don't like to go on cold,

so it's going to be a little bit of a wait.

Oh, that's a shame.

Hey, what about Ramon!

He's really good at introducing people

and talking to crowds.

- Ramon?
- My friend, Ramon Rodriguez.

Oh, the weatherman!

Mhmm.

Oh, the show must go on, right?

Rita, you're Miss Special
Delivery, you get up there.

What?

I can't! I don't know what to say.

You speak in public all the time.

But Oliver writes my speeches.

I can't just go up there and be funny.

It's too scary.

Remember what Ramon says?

"Once we face our fears,

they no longer have power over us."

Ramon said that?

Oddly, yes.

I just have this feeling
it's really important

for the audience to get warmed
up, and get things going.

I think Joey really needs this...

[Microphone rings]

[Nervously] Hi...

My name is Norman.

Norman...

Norman Xavier Dorman.

I'm not a comedian or anything like that,

but while we're waiting
for the show to start,

you have to get warm,

so I thought I would talk a little

while you do that.

[Audience laughs]

So, I know a lot of
stuff about unusual stuff.

Like polyester, and barbed
wire, and well, let's see.

Floridian beekeeping,
well, Southern Florida...

[Lights match]

So someone read them,

and gave them to a publisher, and voila...

You are a poet.

Yeah, of sorts.

I mean, let's face it,
I'm not a very good poet.

But I love it.

It takes me out of my head

and puts me back in my heart.

I wrote a poem about us last night.

Oh.

[Clears throat]

Umm, before you read it,

I want to say how sorry I am.

That I took so long to come back,

I shouldn't have waited

but the longer I waited the further away

the route home seemed.

But I'm here now,

and I just hope that we can...

I don't know...

Should I read it, now?

[Deep breath]

[Deep breath]

Is this what you want?

Yeah.

[Crowd applauds and laughs]

And religious relics of the amish,

holy plows, sacred spindles.

And, I also know all the retired
zip codes of North America...

And I bet you're wondering why.

[Crowd yells] Yeah, why?

Well, I work at the Dead Letter Office

at the US Postal Service downtown

and we get to figure out
where all the lost letters

and boxes go.

Oh, one time we got a giant bear,

and someone's old dead ashes...

Oh, thank you!

You've been a wonderful audience!

- Stay warm!
- [Audience applauds]

Norman Dorman...

What a funny, funny guy. Okay.

Norman, that was...

You blew everyone away.

Some people talk about the weather...

And some people make it.

[Emcee] So, we have a
special guest tonight.

Uh, a few years ago,

she came to me to learn the ropes

because she wanted to surprise her husband

with her own act.

They've been through some rough times

but they're finally here.

So, please let's put our hands together

and welcome to the stage...

Her husband, Joey Castelluci.

[Audience applaudes]

You're kidding.

[Audience applauding]

[Microphone rings]

Hi, a few years ago my
wife started coming here

because she wanted to surprise me.

Caitlyn, you are the most amazing woman

in the world.

You came here a long time ago

to learn how to make me laugh.

And I'm here tonight to make you a deal.

If you put this ring back on my finger,

I promise you, I will
never take it off again.

Caitlyn Castelluci, will you marry me...

One more time?

[Audience applaudes]

[Audience chants] Yes. Yes.

Yes.

[Audience cheers
and applauds]

A funny thing happened
on the way to our divorce.

We fell back in love...

[Audience applauds] Awww...

Dance with me?

Really?

Since when did you learn how to dance?

You asked me to, remember?

Gosh, you really did it.

I tried so hard but you
wouldn't do it for me.

And I thought I could
talk you into anything.

If I remember, I could
talk you out of anything.

[Whispers] Don't kiss
her. Don't kiss her.

- Shane?
- [Gasp!]

You scared me.

Why are you putting your stuff in a box?

I wrote you a letter.

I'm leaving.

I'm moving away.

What?

I just realized that...

I don't really belong here anymore.

No. Of course you do.

Are you going back to Washington DC?

No, I'm quitting the
postal service for good.

How could that be good?

I love you both so much.

This is not how I wanted to say goodbye.

Wait, I don't understand. What happened?

Nothing.

Nothing finally happened.

Don't let nothing happen
to the two of you. Okay?

[Soft kiss]

What about The Postables?

[Holding back tears] Oh, Norman.

We'll always have The Postables.

[Rita weeps softly]

"Dear friends,

I can't tell you how
much it has meant to me

to spend this last year with all of you...

It's funny what lessons I've learned

about living by delivering a dead letter.

About saying the things we mean...

And finding the right words to say them."

"But somehow I can't seem
to find the right words

to explain why I'm saying goodbye.

Just know that it's for the best.

Always, Shane"

What is she talking about?

Holly.

Holly? What does Holly
have to do with this?

Oh, Norman.

When two people who truly care

about each other don't
tell each other that they

truly care about them,

then the person they care about

can think they don't care about them

and then they find someone else

who cares about them

and then it's too late.

I know this doesn't make any sense...

Oh, no, it does.

It does?

You always make sense to me, Rita.

I do?

Are you in love with Ramon?

Ramon? No!

No, no, I'm...

I'm...

I'm in love with you.

I am in love with you,
Norman Xavier Dorman...

[Burst out laughing]

Are you hungry?

[Rita laughs]

Yeah.

I'm starving.

[Rita laughs boisterously]

What on earth? Oliver, what is... ?

What is... ?

An early birthday present.

If you put your weapon down,

I'll let you have a swing on it.

This is mine!

Being dispatched with my
favourite letter opener.

Now that is poetic justice.

Can we please not discuss poetry right now?

How long have you been here?

Hour and a half. It would have been less,

but I had to stop to explain
to a couple police officers

why I was installing a porch swing at 2 am.

Why were you?

The reason why that box contains

the entire contents of your workstation?

I've quit.

You've quit?

I have ended my employment

with the United States
Postal Service forever

and unalterably and... forever.

Hmm.

What? I've really quit.

No, you haven't.

I have too.

Ms. Mclnerney, you have a
habit of self-terminating

whenever confronted with a situation

you cannot control.

Well, I'm really going to do it this time.

But why?

Well, we've been
together, working together,

for almost a year and
it's becoming obvious that

there's just no future
for me with... The job.

Of course there is.

It just takes time to
get to know each other,

each other's strengths and abilities

and to see if we have
the right chemistry...

To work together.

Well, I think I've seen enough

to know where this is going

and I think maybe theres someone better

for the job.

If you recall, Ms. Mclnerney,

the position didn't even
exist until you came along.

I don't think I even realized

what a huge hole I had in my...

department until you came

and filled it.

Well, now you know

and I'm sure you won't
waste any time replacing me.

That would be impossible.

Well, I've made up my mind.

I wish you nothing but happiness, Oliver.

Both of you.

Both of... Ms. Mclnerney,

my wife has returned to Paris.

What?

We wished each other well,

kissed each other good-bye.

You kissed her good-bye?

Yes.

And that didn't...

No, that did not.

So, how do you feel?

You know, for two years

I've imagined what it might be like

if it became absolutely clear that my

marriage was over.

Once all the questions were answered

and I knew I would never
be Holly's husband again,

how would I feel?

What would I do?

What did you do?

[Softly speaking] I went out

and I bought a porch swing.

[Chuckle]

Is it like the one you had

when you were a little girl?

It's better.

There's no view of the Potomac, of course,

but if you look right there...

[Shane] A crocus.

It was a long winter

but spring is almost here.

It's coming.

It's coming.

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