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|Script Saison 10 Episode 18|
Titre US : The Last One - Part 2
Titre FR : Ceux qui s'en allaient - Partie 2
Écrit par Marta Kauffman et David Crane
Réalisé par Kevin S. Bright
Transcrit par Kreidy
Traduit par Guillaume Martin
Ross: Thereís no seatbelt!
Phoebe: Thatís okay. If - if we hit anything, the engine will explode, so you know, itís better if youíre thrown from the car.
(Ross looks terrified.)
Ross: Alright, alright, letís do this!
(A guy comes up and gets into the backseat of the cab.)
Man: 18th and East End.
Phoebe: I - I donít take passengers.
Man: Hey! The law says you have to accept any fare.
Ross: No, you donít understand. This isnít a real cab.
Man: Alright, I gotta report you. Whatís your medallion number?
Phoebe: My medallion number is, "Get out of the cab!"
Ross: (screaming) Get out of the cab!
Phoebe: Get out of the cab!
(The man jumps out, obviously a little scared. Phoebe drives off.)
Joey: Oh, hey, hey, can I give you guys your house-warming present now?
Monica: Now, that you can do.
(Cut to Joeyís apartment. Joey looks inside the cardboard box that used to be the home of Chick Jr. and Duck Jr., but they have disappeared.)
Joey: Ah... Chick Jr.? Duck Jr.? Donít hide from mama!
Phoebe: You can open your eyes now.
Ross: Are we off the bridge?
Ross: Is the old woman on the bicycle still alive?
Phoebe: Yes, she jumped right back up.
(Ross opens his eyes.)
Ross: Oh my God, Phoebe, slow down!
Phoebe: Do you wanna get to Rachel in time?
Ross: Yes, but I donít wanna die in your cab!
Phoebe: You should have thought of that before you got in!
(They drive up to a toll-booth.)
Phoebe: (screaming) Toll-booth! Four bucks. There are quarters in the glove compartment.
(Ross tries to open a plastic bag filled with quarters, but heís quite slow.)
(Phoebe tries to throw some quarters out the window, but she has forgotten to open the window, and she and Ross scream.)
Phoebe: Damn, that window is clean.
Joey: Quack, quack, tweet, tweet, quack, quack, tweet, tweet, quack, quack, tweet, tweet, quack, quack, tweet, tweet, quack, tweet, quack...
(Monica and Chandler enter.)
Chandler: We were wondering what was taking so long with the gift, but now we understand you were doing this.
Joey: Okay, I wanted to surprise you, but for your house-warming gift, I got you a baby-chick and a baby-duck!
(Chandler grins, while Monica is less enthusiastic.)
Chandler: Really? You got us a chick and a duck?
Monica: Oh, great! Just what you want for a new house with infants. Bird feces.
Joey: Yeah, yeah, they must have jumped off the table, ícause now theyíre gone!
Chandler: Oh, donít worry, weíll find them.
Monica: Actually, Iím gonna go check on the twins.
(Monica turns around and is about to leave when she steps on something.)
Monica: Oh God! What did I just step on?
Chandler: Itís okay, itís just an egg roll.
Joey: You stepped on my egg roll?
Monica: Iím sorry, I didnít know to look for Chinese food on the floor.
Joey: Just put it on a plate and leave.
(She does so.)
Chandler: Okay, letís find these birds.
(Suddenly, they hear the birds.)
Joey: Wait, wait. Do you hear that?
(They realise that the birds are in the foosball table.)
Joey: Oh! Theyíre in the table!
Chandler: Well, that canít be good!
Joey: We gotta get them out of there!
Joey: Oh, oh! Maybe we can lure them out. You know any birdcalls?
Chandler: Oh, tons, Iím quite the woodsman.
Joey: Well, maybe we can just tip the table a little.
Chandler: Joey, wait! The ball!
(The ball rolls into one of the goals, and Chandler and Joey listen in horror as the ball makes its way inside the table. Finally, they can hear the birds again.)
Joey: Oh God! So what do we do?
Chandler: I donít know. Maybe we can open this up somehow.
Chandler: No... Itís all glued together.
Joey: Does that mean we have to bust it open?
Chandler: I donít know. Maybe.
Joey: Oh my God!
Chandler: I know! Itís.. Itís the foosball table.
Joey: All right, you know what? We donít have a choice. Itís like I would have said in that sci-fi movie if Iíd gotten the part. "Those are our men in there, we have to get them out! Even if I have to sacrifice the most important thing in my life; my time-machine."
Chandler: Did that movie ever get made?
Joey: It did not.
Phoebe: Ross, where are you going?
Ross: To talk to Rachel, isnít that why we took a ride in the death-cab?
Phoebe: What? What are you just gonna walk up to her at the gate? Have you never chased anyone through the airport before?
Ross: Not since my cop-show got cancelled.
Phoebe: You have to get a ticket to get past security.
Ross: What? Weíre never gonna make it!
Phoebe: Not with that attitude! Now, haul ass!
(They run to the ticket counter, but they get stuck behind a group of old people who are walking very slowly.)
Ross: Okay, if you could all walk slower, thatíd be great.
Gate attendant #1: (with a French accent) Madame, your passport please?
Rachel: Oh my God! I was so afraid I wasnít gonna remember any of my high-school French, but I understood every word you just said!
Gate attendant #1: Your boarding pass, please.
(She starts looking through her purse, but she canít find it.)
Rachel: Oh, shoot. I had it. Oh, I canít believe this.
Gate attendant #1: Madame, if you donít have your boarding pass...
Rachel: I have it, I have it, I have it. Oh, okay, I canít find it, but I remember that I was in seat 32C, because thatís my bra-size.
Gate attendant #1: Madame, you must have your boarding pass..
Rachel: Okay, fine! But you know what? If I was in 36D, we would not be having this problem.
Ross: Hey, I need a ticket.
Phoebe: Just one? I drive you all the way down here, and I donít get to see how it works out?
Ross: Fine, two tickets, I need two tickets.
Phoebe: Weíre on our honeymoon.
Ticket agent: And the destination?
Ross: I donít care. Whatever is the cheapest.
Phoebe: Iím so lucky I married you.
Rachel: Oh! Shoot! Damn it! Where is it? Oh! Oh! I found it! I found it!
(She runs up to the gate and the gate attendant standing there.)
Rachel: Hah! I found it! I told you I would find it! In your face! Youíre a different person.
Ross: Okay, flight 421 to Paris. I donít see it, do you see it?
Phoebe: No, did we miss it?
Ross: No, no, no. Thatís impossible. It doesnít leave for another 20 minutes.
Phoebe: Maybe we have the flight-number wrong. God.
(Phoebe picks up her cell-phone and calls Monica. Monica is still packing in her apartment.)
Phoebe: Hey, itís me. Hereís Ross.
Ross: What? Hey, hey, listen..
(Monica is standing by the crib, and sheís looking at her babies.)
Monica: Oh my God! Ross, you wouldnít believe the cute little noises the twins are making. Listen.
(She holds the phone down to the twins.)
Ross: Monica? Monica, Monica, Monica, Monica..?
Monica: Oh, Iím sorry. Shoot, they were doing it before.
Ross: Thatís alright. Listen, listen.
Monica: Oh, wait, wait, wait! Here they go again.
(She holds down the phone to the twins again.)
Ross: Monica? Monica, Monica, Monica, Monica..?
Monica: Isnít that cute?
Ross: That is precious! Listen! I need Rachelís flight information.
Monica: Oh, okay. Alright, itís flight 421. Leaves at 8:40.
Ross: Yes, thatís what I have. Itís not on the board.
Monica: Thatís what it says here. Flight 421, leaves at 8:40, Newark airport.
Monica: Newark airport. Why, where are you?
(Ross sadly hangs up the phone, while Phoebe looks at him. Cut to Rachel at the gate. She gives her boarding pass to the gate attendant, and she goes onboard. The gate attendant closes the door and locks it.)
Joey: (yelling) Donít worry, you guys, weíre gonna get you out of there.
Chandler: And weíre also gonna buy you tiny, bird hearing-aids.
(Joey picks up a hammer and a crowbar and gets ready to destroy the table.)
Joey: Okay. Here goes.
Chandler: Whatís the matter?
Joey: I need to say goodbye to the table first.
Chandler: I understand.
Joey: Okay. Table, you have given us so many great times. And you guys, Jordan, Victor, Joel... All of you guys. What can I say? You guys make us look good. You wanna say anything?
Chandler: I donít know. Except that, for one last time... (he touches the players as he says the following) Good game, good game, good game, good game, good game, good game, good game.
Joey: Okay, here we go. I canít do it.
Chandler: Well, I canít do it either.
Monica: Hey! Did you find them?
Joey: Yeah, theyíre stuck inside the table!
Chandler: We have to bust it open, but neither of us can do it!
Monica: Oh, well sure. This gotta be so hard. Iíll do it. Gimme!
(Monica grabs the hammer and the crowbar and gets ready to bust it open.)
Ross: Phoebe! Wow! No, no, no!
Phoebe: Well, Iíve never gone this fast before.
Ross: Phoebe, forget it, okay? Newark is - is like an hour away. Thereís no way weíre gonna make it in time.
Phoebe: Sheís got her cell, you could call her.
Ross: I am not doing this over the phone.
Phoebe: You donít have any other choice!
(She lets go of the steering wheel to get her cell-phone from her purse. Ross screams and reaches over in order to hold onto the wheel. Cut to the plane. Rachel is sitting in her seat when her cell-phone rings.)
Phoebe: Rachel? Oh, good. Hey, by the way, did you just get on the plane?
Phoebe: (To Ross) For what itís worth, we would have caught her if we were at the right airport.
Phoebe: Uh, Rach, hang on.
(Phoebe tries to give her phone to Ross, but he wonít take it. He mouths "no.")
Rachel: Phoebe? Is everything okay?
Phoebe: Uhm, actually no. No, youíve... You have to get off the plane.
Rachel: What? Why?
Phoebe: I have this feeling that somethingís wrong with it. Something is wrong with the left Philange.
Rachel: Oh, honey, Iím sure thereís nothing wrong with the plane.
(The passenger in the seat next to Rachel looks at her and seems a little nervous.)
Rachel: Alright, look, I have to go. I love you, and I will call you the minute I get to Paris.
(Rachel hangs up.)
Passenger #1: Uhm, what was that?
Rachel: Oh, that was just my crazy friend. She told me I should get off the plane, because she had a feeling that there was something wrong with the left Philange.
Passenger #1: Okay, that doesnít sound good.
Rachel: I wouldnít worry about it. Sheís always coming up with stuff like this, and you know what? Sheís almost never right.
Passenger #1: But she is sometimes.
(The passenger stands up and gets his suitcase from the overhead compartment.)
Rachel: Wait, what are you doing?
Passenger #1: Well, I canít take this plane now.
Air stewardess: Excuse me, sir, where are you going?
Passenger #1: I have to get off this plane, okay? Her friend has a feeling somethingís wrong with the left Philange.
Rachel: Could I get some peanuts?
Passenger #2: Whatís wrong with the plane?
Air stewardess: Thereís nothing wrong with the plane.
Passenger #1: Yeah! The left Philange!
Air stewardess: There is no Philange!
Passenger #1: Oh my God. This plane doesnít even have a Philange!
Passenger #2: Iím not flying on it!
Air stewardess: Maíam, please sit down!
Passenger #3: Whatís going on?
Passenger #1: Weíre all getting off. There is no Philange!
(Everybody walks out of the plane.)
Rachel: This is ridiculous! I...
(She notices that everybody is leaving.)
Rachel: Yeah, okay.
(Rachel leaves as well.)
Monica: Alright. My job here is done.
Chandler: That was... Impressive.
Joey: Yeah, you didnít even use the tools for most of it!
Monica: Yeah, they were just slowing me down. Alright, I have to get back to the babies. Iíll see you girls later.
Chandler: Sorry about the table, man.
Chandler: You gonna buy a new one?
Joey: Probably not. Nah. I donít know how much Iím gonna wanna play after you go.
Chandler: Well, at least we got these little guys out.
Chandler: Aww, we were worried about you! Hm. I guess I better get used to things crapping in my hand, huh?
Joey: Iím gonna miss these little guys. It was nice having birds around again.
Chandler: Hey, you know what? Maybe we should keep them here with you.
Chandler: Yeah, I mean weíve got a lot going on right now. And, plus, here theyíd have their own room.
Joey: I could get a goose!
Chandler: You know, I - I think youíre set with the poultry.
Joey: Thanks man. Did you hear that, you guys? Youíre gonna get to stay here! And, and itís good, you know, ícause, ícause now you have a reason to come visit.
Chandler: I think there may be another reason. So, awkward hug or lame cool guy handshake?
Joey: Uh, lame cool guy handshake, yeah.
(They do the lame cool guy handshake. They look at each other, and then they hug.)
Gate attendant #2: Maíam, I assure you, the plane is fine.
Passenger #2: And you fixed the Philange?
Gate attendant #2: Yes, the Philange is fixed. As a matter of fact, we put a whole lot of extra Philanges onboard, just in case.
(Rachel walks up to the gate. Cut to Ross and Phoebe who come running up to the gate.)
Ross: Where is she?
Phoebe: I donít see her.
Ross: Rachel! Rachel Green!
Phoebe: There she is!
Ross: Rachel! Rachel!
Gate attendant #2: Wow, excuse me, sir, do you have a boarding pass?
Ross: No, no, I just have to talk to someone.
Gate attendant #2: Iím sorry, you cannot go any further without a boarding pass.
Ross: No, no, no, but...
Phoebe: (screaming) RACHEL!!
(Rachel comes back to the gate.)
Rachel: Oh my God... What.. What are you guys doing here?
Phoebe: Okay, youíre on.
Rachel: What? What? Ross, youíre scaring me. Whatís going on?
Ross: Okay, the thing is..
Ross: Donít go.
Ross: Please, please stay with me. I am so in love with you. Please, donít go.
Rachel: Oh my God.
Ross: I know, I know. I shouldnít have waited ítill now to say it, but Iím.. That was stupid, okay? Iím sorry, but Iím telling you now. I love you. Do not get on this plane.
Gate attendant #2: Miss? Are you boarding the plane?
Ross: Hey, hey. I know you love me. I know you do.
Gate attendant #2: Miss?
Rachel: I - I have to get on the plane.
Ross: No, you donít.
Rachel: Yes, I do.
Ross: No, you donít.
Rachel: Theyíre waiting for me, Ross. I canít do this right now, Iím sorry. Iím sorry.
Rachel: Iím so sorry.
(She boards the plane.)
Ross: I really thought sheíd stay.
Phoebe: Iím sorry.
(Phoebe hugs Ross.)
Monica: Well, thatís it. Everythingís packed.
Chandler: Wow, this is weird.
Monica: I know.
Joey: Yeah. Uh, does this mean thereís nothing to eat?
Monica: I put three lasagnas in your freezer.
Joey: I love you!
(He hugs her. Phoebe enters.)
Joey: So did you guys make it in time?
Phoebe: Yeah, yeah, he talked to her, but she got on the plane anyway.
Chandler: Whereís Ross?
Phoebe: He went home. He didnít want to see anybody.
Rachel: (on the answering machine) Ross, hi. Itís me. I just got back on the plane. And I just feel awful. That is so not how I wanted things to end with us. Itís just that I wasnít expecting to see you, and all of a sudden youíre there and saying these things... And... And now Iím just sitting here and thinking of all the stuff I should have said, and I didnít. I mean, I didnít even get to tell you that I love you too. Because of course I do. I love you. I love you. I love you. What am I doing? I love you! Oh, Iíve gotta see you. Iíve gotta get off this plane.
Ross: Oh my God!
Rachel: (on the answering machine) Excuse me?
Air stewardess: (on the answering machine) Miss? Please, sit down!
Rachel: (on the answering machine) Iím sorry. Iím really sorry, but I need to get off the plane, okay? I need to tell someone that I love love them.
Air stewardess: (on the answering machine) Miss, I canít let you off the plane.
Ross: Let her off the plane!
Air stewardess: (on the answering machine) I am afraid you are gonna have to take a seat.
Rachel: (on the answering machine) Oh, please, miss, you donít understand!
Ross: Try to understand!
Rachel: (on the answering machine) Oh, come on, miss, isnít there any way that you can just let me off...
(The message is finished. Ross jumps over to the answering machine.)
Ross: No! No! Oh my God. Did she get off the plane? Did she get off the plane?
Rachel: I got off the plane.
Ross: You got off the plane.
(He walks over and kisses her.)
Rachel: I do love you.
Ross: I love you too, and Iím never letting you go again.
Rachel: Okay. íCause this is where I wanna be, okay? No more messing around. I donít wanna mess this up again.
Ross: Me neither, okay? We are - weíre done being stupid.
Rachel: Okay. You and me, alright? This is it.
Ross: This is it. Unless weíre on a break.
(Rachel gives him a look.)
Ross: Donít make jokes now.
(They kiss again.)
Monica: Okay, please be careful with that. It was my grandmotherís. Be careful.
(Two other men are rolling the big white dog out of the apartment.)
Monica: If that falls off the truck, it wouldnít be the worst thing.
(She slips them some money.)
Rachel: I know. It seems smaller somehow.
Joey: Has it always been purple?
Chandler: (to his children) Look around, you guys. This was your first home. And it was a happy place, filled with love and laughter. But more important, because of rent control, it was a frigginí steal!
(Monica and Chandler put Jack and Erica in their stroller.)
Phoebe: Hey, do you realise that at one time or another we all lived in this apartment?
Monica: Oh, yeah, thatís true.
Ross: Uh, I havenít.
Monica: Wait a minute. What about that summer during college that you lived with grandma, and you tried to make it as a dancer?
Ross: Do you realise we almost made it ten years without that coming up?
Monica: Oh, honey, I forgot. I promised Treeger that weíd leave our keys.
Chandler: Oh, okay.
(Chandler and Monica walk over to the kitchen-counter and leave their keys. Then the other four pick out their keys and leave them as well.)
Phoebe: So, I guess this is it.
Joey: Yeah. I guess so.
Monica: (crying) This is harder than I thought it would be.
Chandler: Oh, itís gonna be okay.
(Chandler hugs her. Monica hugs Ross and Rachel as Chandler gets the stroller with the twins.)
Rachel: (crying) Do you guys have to go to the new house right away, or do you have some time?
Monica: We got some time.
Rachel: Okay, should we get some coffee?
Chandler: Sure. Where?
(They all leave the apartment. Joey helps Chandler with the stroller in the hallway, while Monica and Rachel have their arms around each other. Everybody walks downstairs to Central Perk. The camera goes inside the apartment again, and it pans around. We see the keys on the counter, and the final shot is of the frame around the peephole. The screen fades to black.)