Angel Eyes Page #18

SHARON:

Catch, it’s me. Can you pick up?

But he sits there, waiting, listening.

SHARON:

Why don’t we... meet tomorrow?

I’ll be in Westwood. Can you meet

me there? Westwood and Cole.

About two o’clock. Okay?

(CONTINUED)

100.

CONTINUED:

He sits there. He slowly puts the horn down. He reaches

for the phone now --but she hangs up before he picks up

the call.

CUT TO:

EXT. WESTWOOD STREET -CORNER -NEXT DAY

Catch waits on a busy street corner in Westwood Village

not far from Santa Monica. He is waiting, glancing over

the passing crowds for Sharon. He sees her. She is off

duty, out of uniform. He watches her until she spots

him. She smiles a little, but there is a mix of fear and

sadness in her smile. They walk to each other and stop

and hug, but it is brief, and then she keeps walking

slowly, and he walks beside her. There is a strain

lingering between them.

CATCH:

Shar, I’m sorry about yesterday.

I...

SHARON:

That’s okay.

CATCH:

It’s hard to explain, but it’s...

I’m okay now.

SHARON:

You don’t have to explain.

He glances at her, wondering, walking along.

CATCH:

So... why’d we meet here?

SHARON:

So you’re the trumpet player who

was waking people up --on my

beat.

They walk along in silence a moment.

CATCH:

I used to practice late...

outside. On my roof.

SHARON:

On your roof? That’s why we

couldn’t find you.

(CONTINUED)

101.

CONTINUED:

CATCH:

I didn’t know it bothered anybody

until you mentioned it. You

arresting me?

They smile nervous smiles. She walks on, leading him

somewhere. He looks about, beginning to show some

agitation, but covering it.

CATCH:

You going to tell me where we’re

going?

(as she doesn’t

answer)

That’s okay. I mean... I’ll go

anywhere with you, Shar. Jaws of

death. The mall on a Saturday.

Just about any...

He slows his steps, looking across the street and down

half a block...

HIS POV:

We see an ivy-covered brick building there, with a sign

that is too far away for us to read.

ON CATCH AND SHARON

He looks quickly away from that building. She sees his

growing agitation.

SHARON:

You can trust me, you know.

She takes his hand.

SHARON:

I’ve got you now. I’m holding on

--like before.

CATCH:

What d’you mean?

SHARON:

Like I held you before. Like I

did --at the accident.

He suddenly pulls his hand out of hers, shocked, and it

shakes her.

(CONTINUED)

102.

CONTINUED:

SHARON:

What makes it so... unspeakable,

Catch? What makes it like that?

He begins to shut down, to grow cold and numb and not

hear this.

SHARON:

Is it because you were driving?

He turns away, closing his eyes.

SHARON:

I read the reports, and it wasn’t

your fault. It wasn’t. Is it

because you survived and they

didn’t?

She puts her hand out for him again.

SHARON:

Catch. Please. Hold on, and

we’ll go in there together...

He does not take her hand, so she takes his and walks a

few steps toward that building.

SHARON:

You can talk to them. You can say

goodbye or I love you or

whatever...

He pulls his hand away again, more violently, a layer of

rage over his pain.

CATCH:

This is wrong! It’s wrong! Why

are you doing this?!

SHARON:

To help you.

CATCH:

I don’t need your help! I don’t

need this. We don’t need this -we’re

fine...

SHARON:

We’re not. We’re not fine, Catch.

Nothing is fine --no matter how

much you pretend.

It is as if she’s fighting for his life again --and her

own.

(CONTINUED)

103.

CONTINUED:

SHARON:

You pretend that nothing happened.

You walk all over the city helping

people, but you’re dying inside.

CATCH:

I’m not dying! I’m not

pretending! I don’t remember! I

don’t remember any of it. So

leave me alone! What good does it

do? It’s gone! And I’m all right

this way! Why do you have to

change it? I’m all right.

She points at the building across the street.

SHARON:

Then walk in there.

He can’t even look at the place.

SHARON:

Walk in there, and I’ll walk in

with you. Walk in there and say

it’s real --what happened is

real. Your family died.

CATCH:

Don’t talk about that! Don’t!

SHARON:

(breaking down)

All right --you talk about it!

You tell me your family died and I

say yes, I know, I’m sorry, and

you say, I loved them... and I

say, what an awful thing to lose a

family...

CATCH:

(unravelling)

Damn you, Shar. Damn you --why

won’t you stop?!

SHARON:

So you can have a life!

CATCH:

I have a life! We could have a

life. We could get up and go to

work and come home to each other

and never, never talk about

before. We don’t need to do that!

Why do we need to do that?!

(CONTINUED)

104.

CONTINUED:

SHARON:

Because it happened! Because it’s

the truth! I’m sorry. I’mso

sorry it happened, but...

CATCH:

Nothing happened! If we say it,

then that’s the truth, that can be

the truth. Say it. Nothing

happened. Say it, Shar.

SHARON:

Catch --take my hand. Please.

CATCH:

Say it! I’m asking you to say it.

Her tears come, and she shakes her head.

SHARON:

I can’t.

CATCH:

Why not?

SHARON:

Because I want it too much. I

want everything with you. I want

all of you --not just the part

that isn’t hiding and running

away...

CATCH:

Why are you pushing so hard? Why

does it have to be your way? Why

does it have to be your truth?

This is who I am! This is the way

I am!

SHARON:

Not anymore. It doesn’t have to

be this way anymore because you’re

not alone --because we’re the

family now. We can be the

family...

CATCH:

You like to push people, don’t

you? You just have to push and

shove and make it right for you -for

you. You push everybody,

Shar. You even pushed your family

away, didn’t you?

(CONTINUED)

105.

CONTINUED:

He has stung her. The tears are in her throat. She has

to take a moment, but she pushes through to say

quietly...

SHARON:

I just... want to say...

CATCH:

You already said it. You said it

all.

SHARON:

When you’re ready, I’ll be there

for you. I just want to say that.

And she turns and walks away. He watches her go, angry,

scared and sorry for what he said. He takes a few steps

after her, wanting to call out and to stop her. We see

him almost call to her. He is coming apart, watching

her, needing her so much, but unable to call out.

He is shaky. He takes a glance at that building, then

away. He stares after Sharon --but she’s out of sight

now. He steels himself, then looks across the street

again at that building.

He is desperately afraid. He stares at the building a

long while. He begins to cross the street. He makes

fists to keep from shaking. He walks to the entrance.

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