Forget Paris

~ It's very clear ~

~ our love is here to stay ~

~ not for a year ~

~ but ever and a day ~

~ the radio and the telephone ~

~ and the movies that we know ~

~ may just be passing fancies ~

~ and in time may go ~

~ but, oh-oh, my dear ~

~ our love is here to stay ~

~ together we're ~

~ going a long, long way ~

~ in time the rockies may crumble ~

~ Gibraltar may tumble ~

~ they're only made of Clay ~

~ but our love is here ~

~ to stay ~

~ it's very clear ~

~ our love is here to stay ~

~ together we're ~

~ goin' a long, long long, long way ~

~ in time the rockies may crumble ~

~ Gibraltar may tumble ~

~ they're only made of Clay ~

~ but our love is here ~

~ to stay ~

Charge!

It has come down to this. Eight seconds to go.

One possession. Marv Albert with Bill Walton...

from the America West Arena in Phoenix, Arizona.

I can't hear myself over the crowd.

If the Suns win they go to the finals. If they lose...

they go back to San Antonio.

We got eight seconds.

Lots of time for the straight line.

Majerle, take the ball, get it to KJ, and get through.

Kick it back to Chuck. And Chuck...

you win the game. - Get me the ball.

No time outs left. Let's go.

Suns!

This is what it's all about, game-winning time.

- I'm looking for Barkley to step up. - What a shock!

For those who just tuned in, Robinson fouled out.

For the Admiral, 43 points, 21 rebounds.

Here we go. Dan Majerle...

will inbound the basketball.

The Suns, one possession from elimination. They're going wild here in Phoenix.

Kevin Johnson takes it, moves to the right.

Johnson setting it up, looking for Barkley.

We're down to six.

Barkley angles for the shot.

Barkley, to his left.

Barkley, checking the clock.

Barkley, with the release.

It's all over. Charles Barkley has put the Phoenix Suns in the NBA finals.

The most dramatic victory...

in the history in the Suns' franchise.

No basket! The shot was after the buzzer. Game's over.

- Are you crazy? - No! Charles, you didn't get it off.

- Bullshit. - You were late.

He was late.

He got it off!

He didn't.

- You're wrong! - You didn't get it off!

- That is total bullshit. - Watch yourself, Charles.

- You were late. - Jack called it good. Ask for help.

I don't need any help. You didn't get it off!

Bullshit.

You want to play next game? Watch yourself.

You suck. You suck.

Watch yourself. No basket. Game's over.

I don't want to protect you, but I must.

Bullshit! Bullshit!

The crowd appears to be voicing its displeasure.

Hey, Charles!

I'll see you in San Antonio.

You'll see me kick your ass!

I wouldn't want to be Mickey Gordon tonight...

or any other night the rest of my life here in Phoenix.

I hope you die!

Need help?

- I saw it. He was late. - Let's get you out.

This isn't my jacket.

Screw your jacket. Let's go.

As Mickey Gordon leaves, you can only think that as long as they play basketball...

they'll talk about that controversial call.

For Bill Walton, I'm Marv Albert.

As a sports writer for 20 years, I've covered every great event there is.

And I'm watching my best friend make the gutsiest call...

in the history of basketball.

Every news show in America ran it for two days.

Don't sit Gordon and Barkley together at a dinner party.

The sports world is still stunned...

by this controversial call.

Gordon remains in seclusion under police guard. But bravo, Mickey!

We need such leadership and decision-making in the White House.

No news, no weather, no theater reviews, just that...

over and over again. And you know what?

Mickey got it right. Right there, live on the spot.

He got it right.

The shot was late by a hundredth of a second.

Oh, God.

Honey, that's an amazing story.

If only I liked basketball, I'd have really liked it.

I'm kidding.

Welcome to Helen's. Something to drink?

- Champagne, when the others arrive. - We're getting married.

Fine with me.

How's the house wine?

It's like me: Fruity, yet oddly appealing.

We'll wait.

He'll wait. I'll have a glass of red.

You got it.

- I'm a little nervous, all right? - About what?

Meeting your friends.

They're flying in to New York from all over the country...

to look at me.

I'll feel like a show horse.

They'll love you. Craig and Lucy were wild for you.

Mickey's great. I can't wait for you to meet him.

I tell you, it's unbelievable.

Three months ago, I'm this confirmed single dope living in New York...

writing for the paper I delivered as a kid, and I get your fax.

One little number off.

- And, bing! We both are... - I know.

Then I started faxing you and you start faxing me.

Then pretty soon we're just...

faxing each other's brains out.

House red.

Thanks.

It must be the strangest way for two people to get together I ever heard of.

No.

Mickey and Ellen hold the title for the strangest getting together.

At least in their weight class.

How did they get together?

She helped bury his father.

Excuse me?

No. I'll wait for Mickey to tell that story.

Wait. Are you crazy?

You can't start a story, "She helped bury his father" and stop. It's not allowed.

- Come on. - All right, all right. Here we go.

This was a few years ago.

Mickey's father died.

It's good. Mickey hated him.

What?

Everybody did. He left his family when Mickey was a kid.

When he left, the neighborhood had a street fair.

I won a fishing rod. Best time we ever had.

Anyway, he dies...

finally.

And the funeral service is in the cargo area at JFK.

Why?

He wants to be buried in France.

- Was he French? - No. He was in the D-day invasion.

I think on our side, but I'm not sure.

His whole platoon, except him, was wiped out defending a village.

They were buried there and he wanted to be buried with them.

That's sweet.

Okay.

So, Mickey has to go over and accompany the body, and see that it gets buried.

Why, if he was such a bad guy?

Whatever his father had done to him, Mickey wanted to have a clear conscience.

That's Mickey.

Then there was this little problem.

You lost my father?

Oui.

We're not talking about a Valpac here.

We're talking about a former person in a bad suit in a big wooden box...

and all you can say to me is "oui"?

Oui.

He's going crazy, but he's trying not to go off on anyone.

This guy argues for a living. He'd tell Shaquille O'Neal to shut up.

He doesn't want to be the Ugly American.

Can I see your superior?

Please...

I know you're all angry over Euro Disney, but don't take it out on me.

Okay.

Whatever you do, I am not going to lose my temper.

Finally...

If I was Hitler, you'd give me my father.

You'd give me everything in your goddamn country. Where is he?

Two days.

Two days?

He was in that airport two days.

Monsieur Gordon...

Will you come with me, please?

But the airline was nice.

They gave him free almonds.

Where does Ellen come in?

Now.

Mr. Gordon...

I’m Miss Andrews.

Would you come into my office?

Please have a seat.

How are you feeling today?

How am I today? I am a mass of good will.

- You're American. - Yes.

On behalf of the airline, I apologize for any problem...

Problem? There's no problem.

You lost my father. My rear end's...