I promise I will go only I wanna make a call. You know, this all should be so easy. Why is it always so damn hard? Hello? Midnight With Marlon? Hello, Marlon. My name is Johnny and I would like to know the name of that piece of piano music you were playing a minute ago so I can buy the record for my lady love, whose name is Frankie, is that a coincidence? Frankie and Johnny. Debussy, Claude Debussy, right. Clair de Lune, you got that? Why are you doing this? Everything I want is in this room. Hello, Marlon? I know you don't take requests but could you just listen to me? Now, there's a man and a woman. He's a cook, she's a waitress. Now, they meet and they don't connect, only she noticed him, he could feel it, and he noticed her and they both knew it was gonna happen. They made love and for maybe one whole night, they forgot the million things that make people think "I don't love this person, "I don't like this person, I don't know this..." Instead, it was perfect and they were perfect and that's all there was to know about it. Only now, she's beginning to forget all that and maybe he'll forget it, too. So could you play an encore for Frankie and Johnny in the hope of something that ought to last and not self-destruct? Why don't you just think about it? Thank you. I want to show you something. That guy I didn't want to talk about, he did this with a belt buckle. It's gone. It'll never go. It's gone. I made it go. No, Johnny, you can't make it go away. Nobody can. He's the reason I can't have... kids. He knocked me around when I was pregnant and... I lost the baby. There were complications. He's gone now. I would never hit you. Never. You don't have to be afraid any more. I am. I'm afraid. I'm afraid to be alone, I'm afraid not to be alone. I'm afraid of what I am, what I'm not, what I might become, what I might never become. I don't wanna stay at my job for the rest of my life but I... I'm afraid to leave. And I'm just tired, you know, I'm just so tired of being afraid. Honey, listen. I know I can't make the bad go away. You're right, I can't. But when the bad comes again... I'm gonna be next to you. I can't, Johnny. I'm sorry. This is WNYL in New York and you're listening to Midnight With Marlon. As you know, it's not my policy to take requests but there's always an exception to the rule. I don't know if this is the most beautiful song, Frankie and Johnny. I wish they really were your names but I know when my leg's being pulled. God, how I wish you two really existed. Maybe I'm crazy, but I'd still like to believe in love. Why the hell do you think I work these hours? Anyway, you two moonbeams, whoever, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, this one's for you. Here's an encore.
