Angel Eyes Page #6

SHARON:

So... what were we talking about?

Oh, yeah, you were giving me some

line about starting a

conversation.

(CONTINUED)

29.

CONTINUED:

CATCH:

The shortcut.

SHARON:

Okay. I’ll play.

They clink glasses and drink. Then...

SHARON:

Tomorrow I’ve got a night watch

shift. If the weather clears, in

the morning I’ll go hiking. If it

rains, I’ll go to the gym --and

the laundromat. Ten years from

now... I want to be living in some

mountainous place.

CATCH:

Tibet?

SHARON:

Could be Tibet. Could be

Colorado. Your turn.

But now Ray Juliette is approaching the table.

RAY:

Hey, Pogo --don’t keep him all to

yourself. Come on over, Lambert,

join the group. We’ll buy you

dinner, give you a medal for

saving Pogo’s ass.

Sharon drains her shot and stands.

SHARON:

Actually, I’m kind of tired, Ray.

I’m taking off.

CATCH:

Oh. I’ll... walk you to your car.

Catch stands and turns to Ray.

CATCH:

Thanks for the drink.

RAY:

Least we could do. We don’t like

her very much --but we don’t want

to lose her.

Sharon frowns and waves to the booth of cops. Ray smiles

and shakes hands with Catch as a good-bye.

(CONTINUED)

30.

CONTINUED:

CATCH:

Take care.

And Catch and Sharon leave.

EXT. BAR -NIGHT

As Catch and Sharon exit the building, walk toward her

car.

SHARON:

It’s not a great neighborhood.

Maybe I should walk you to your

car.

CATCH:

I don’t have a car.

They walk on, silent a moment. This doesn’t come easy

for her.

SHARON:

Want a ride home?

CATCH:

Oh, thanks, but... I like to walk.

SHARON:

It’s starting to rain. Don’tbea

hero.

He hesitates, nervous about it, but then...

CATCH:

Yeah. If it’s no trouble.

Thanks.

They walk to her car.

SHARON:

Okay... ten years from now, what

d’you want to be doing?

They walk side by side a moment. He shrugs. Then --in

his open way...

CATCH:

I don’t know. This is pretty

good.

She glances at him, taking this in, then fumbles a bit

with her car keys, and he asks --nervously again...

(CONTINUED)

31.

CONTINUED:

CATCH:

Can you drive okay?

She gets a little defensive.

SHARON:

I’m not drunk. You think I’m

drunk? I’m not. You’ll know I’m

drunk when I’m throwing up, and I

never throw up, so don’t worry

about it.

He nods, looks at her dead-on a moment.

CATCH:

The only time I worry is when

people tell me not to worry.

SHARON:

Get in the car, will you?

INT. CAR -NIGHT

As they get in and she STARTS the ENGINE.

CATCH:

I’m on Lundy Street, just off

Pico.

They drive a while. She notices his anxiety. He grips

the armrest when she speeds up.

SHARON:

I’m good at this.

CATCH:

Streets are wet.

SHARON:

Are you one of those people who

drive ten miles an hour in the

rain? I hate that.

CATCH:

I never drive.

She glances at him, and he notices her glance.

CATCH:

I’ll be alright.

(CONTINUED)

32.

CONTINUED:

He’s forcing himself to relax. He takes a deep breath,

sitting back in his seat. He watches her as she drives.

After a moment...

CATCH:

Y’know, I can picture you in

Colorado.

SHARON:

Oh yeah? What am I doing there?

CATCH:

Driving around... pissed off.

She smiles in spite of herself, slows down.

SHARON:

I’m not pissed off at you.

CATCH:

Give me some time.

Now she laughs. She drives, not to his building, but to

her own street. She parks, takes a deep breath. This

sounds a bit hard-bitten because she’s using her

toughness to cover.

SHARON:

Those guys in the bar are my

friends --sort of. We work

together, we tell jokes and we

bullshit, but I can’t say to

them...

She halts.

CATCH:

What?

She says this clipped and fast and even tougher:

SHARON:

Every time I close my eyes, I see

that goddamn gun pointing at me

and I don’t know why I’m telling

you unless it’s because you were

there and because I had three

drinks, but I’m not ready to go

inside and close my eyes and I

don’t want to go to your place and

I don’t want to keep driving

around, so what the hell do we do?

(CONTINUED)

33.

CONTINUED:

CATCH:

Whew. I feel like we’re boxing,

and you’ve got me on the ropes.

(pause)

We’ll do whatever you want.

SHARON:

What I want is to know how you

happened to be walking by that

parking lot at that minute. What

if you hadn’t been there?

For a moment, she shows her fear.

CATCH:

I guess we were supposed to meet.

They stare a while, then she opens her door.

SHARON:

If you want --you can come in for

a minute.

INT. SHARON’S APARTMENT -NIGHT

As they walk in, she moves into the kitchen.

SHARON:

Want a drink?

CATCH:

No thanks.

She pours one for herself while he looks about. It’sa

stiff drink. Now that he’s here, her I-don’t-want-tomake-

a-fool-of-myself alarm is on. She flops on the

sofa, watches him.

SHARON:

Sit down or something.

CATCH:

I’m circling awhile.

He’s looking around at the clutter of her life --the

intimate details.

SHARON:

You’re not supposed to look

around. I didn’t have time to

straighten up.

(CONTINUED)

34.

CONTINUED:

CATCH:

So... it’s more real this way.

SHARON:

It’s rude.

He turns to her.

CATCH:

Now that I’m in here, you seem mad

about it.

SHARON:

I’m not mad. You’ll know when I’m

mad. I don’t usually let somebody

in here, but here you are. That’s

all. Let’s talk about something

stupid.

CATCH:

You first.

She smiles in spite of herself.

SHARON:

Okay --one thing I don’t believe

is that ’supposed to’ business.

We were ’supposed to’ meet. That

sounds a little fringy to me, like

something you might hear on public

access TV. You believe that?

CATCH:

Some people say we each give off a

particular odor --that can only

be detected by one other person’s

brain.

SHARON:

So, we... smell each other? Who

says that?

CATCH:

I have no idea.

(as they smile)

I’m more in the destiny school,

we-met-in-another-life school. Do

you believe that? Do you think

when we die --we come back in

another form?

(CONTINUED)

35.

CONTINUED:

SHARON:

You mean like a duck? No. I

think dead is dead. I’ve been

thinking about it all day --and I

don’t want to think about it

anymore.

He looks at her, steps close to her, takes the drink out

of her hand, puts it to his lips and drinks it all down.

He puts the glass on the table.

SHARON:

Why’d you do that?

CATCH:

See? Now you’re thinking about

me.

She gets a half smile, assessing him. Her look is

direct, and the attraction is there. He feels it, too,

and he deflects it, nodding toward a large photomural of

snowcapped mountains.

CATCH:

Let me guess. Colorado.

SHARON:

It’s Austria, but I can’t picture

myself in Austria. I’m not good

with languages, so I couldn’t

qualify for the departments over

there.

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