Autumn in New York
Sorry. Are you alright?
I'm getting my radar fiixed Monday.
- You live in New York?
- I do.
- There you are! I didn't see you there.
- You are shameless.
- That woman was 6 months pregnant.
- Which is the reason I flirted with her.
It made her day.
It made her feel really good.
- So, it was out ofcompassion, right?
- I'm working on it.
- Good, good. What about the other woman?
- Blind.
- Blind.
- Blind... like love.
Let's go for a ride. Why, you're afraid
you're gonna pull a muscle?
No? Come, lets ride the lake.
It'll be fun.
- I can't. I'm breaking up with you.
- So, do it in the boat.
No.
What's the matter?
My God, you're serious.
It's got nothing to do with you.
- Really?
- Really.
I can only offer you what we've got...
right now... just this.
Until it's over. And it will be over.
I could've put offtelling you
but it wouldn't be fair...
I don't understand this.
How can you be so sure?
It's only been a few weeks!
Feelings change. Situations evolve.
You don't even really know me.
Maybe not. But I know me.
I'm sorry.
I'm looking to see a Chilean Sea Bass.
- It's not on the sideboard?
- No. I see no Bass.
I'm gonna kill that son-of-a-b*tch!
Fakir! Did you move my fiish?
I'm talking to you.
Did you move my fiish?
Could it be this one lying here
disguised as an Artic Char?
Artic Char! The other son-of-a-b*tch,
Gluckman, who calls himselfthe fiish man.
- Boss, I'm getting pissed.
- I validate that emotion. Netto? Problem!
- Yes, boss.
- Bouillabaisse?
- In there 20 minutes.
- This pot is empty.
- This pot is bouillabaisse-less.
- Fakir! What did I tell you?
- You got a minute, boss?
- Yeah. Where'd it go?
- Taste it.
- Tumeric.
- No tumeric!
- How much? Three or four?
- Four.
- You're right. Perfect. Congratulations!
Excuse me? I'm here to meet Will.
Ofcourse.
I know, I got it, I got it.
What happened to Lynn?
Light up the oven. There's
a fresh bowl of batter at the door.
I'm an easy-going guy, right?
I'm good to my staff. I treat them well.
Is that a mistake?
Because, an occasion, one ofthem has
stepped over the line and said very...
- familiar things about my private life.
- If I didn'tfeel like...
I was leading these poor
women to the slaughter...
- So, warning you has no effect?
- No. It's like a Greek tragedy, isn't it?
Guys, I've got bad news.
I'm kicking you out...
so other people may eat.
Here are your checks.
The good news is the bar drinks
are on me. Tommy?
- You got it.
- Thanks.
Lady, what am I gonna do with you?
You're killing me.
- Us? Come on!
- How about I set you up out on the patio?
- Out on the patio?
- Before my bartender leaves his wife.
- I was divorcing her anyway.
- Restrain yourself, Tommy.
Eriko...
- Are you too busy?
- It's frantic tonight, a madhouse.
- Can you bear with me 2 minutes?
- Sure.
Alright, I'll be back.
We got the heat going now. Billy? The
heat's gonna be up all the way around?
I got this and the champagne
is coming in any second.
Happy Birthday toyou...
Happy Birthday to dear Charlote...
Happy Birthday toyou...
Everything okay?
I'll come back later.
- Finally. I'm sorry. You alright?
- Is that Will Keane? It sure is.
He hasn't changed a bit. What did you
do, make a deal with the devil?
- I'm sorry, do...
- Come on. It's Dolores Talridge.
- Dolly? I can't believe it...
- Be careful ofthe cocktail.
- Oh my God...
- I know.
- Time has kicked my ass a little.
- No, don't be silly. You look wonderful.
Will... spare me the bullshit.
Honey, are you feeling alright?
You look sort ofseafoam green.
I'm fiine.
It's him.
- He's how old?
- Who cares?
If he's rich as well, you might
have a fiight on your hands.
I want you all to meet an old
chum of mine. He's irresistible.
He's Will Keane. And he owns
this overpriced establishment.
Overpriced? I can't believe you'd say...
Where else are you gonna fiind a...
- beet salad for under 35 bucks?
- I loved the Chilean Sea Bass. Shannon.
- Shannon. Thank you.
- I'm Simon.
- Hi Simon.
- Nice to meet you.
You too.
May I ask whose birthday this is?
The birthday girl happens to be
my granddaughter, Charlotte.
It's not Katie's daughter?
You bet. She's got Katie's eyes,
hasn't she?
And talent! Forget about it.
Do you know that this kid made
from scratch all these crazy hats?
- They're great.
- Then she got serious with mine.
- Pretty sassy, isn't it?
- Very elegant.
- Isn't it divine?
- You're not kidding about this?
Have I ever lied to you?
No, it's wonderful.
Really wonderful work.
Do you speak?
- Thank you.
- So, you're Katie's daughter.
- You about...
- Twenty-tow and never been kissed.
No, I don't buy that.
Happy Birthday, Charlotte.
- Thank you.
- Great to see you again, Dolly.
- Great to see you, Will.
- Go right in there. There you go.
- Great seeing you. Bye.
- Or, is that yours?
- I think it's mine.
He's cute but
he's a little old for Charlotte.
- He's simply fabulous.
- How do you know him?
From Newport. He's an
old friend ofyour Mom's.
Thanks, Melissa. Good night.
When Will Keane comps Crystal to an
underage girl, I know what'll happen.
She's not underage. She's 22.
- I know her grandmother.
- Tell me you're not gonna date her.
The grandmother? I promise
I'm never touching that woman.
You know what's wrong with people like
you? Too much sex. It melts the brain.
- Here we go.
- No worry about that around our house.
I'm on your side. I'm the good guy.
I'm sorry. I melt
at least 3 times a week.
- Is he lucky I'm offthe market or what?
- They wouldn't even look at him.
- You hear? They wouldn't look at you.
- You're going to do this, aren't you?
What is it with you two?
I smile at this girl, she bushes from
head to toe. Why would I do this?
Knock it off. You'd kill
to be in his place.
- Okay b*tch, I'm ready.
- Not me!
- Can we start with "good-morning"?
- My God, I'm so sorry. Who is this?
Guess.
- You?
- Iguess.
- Who'd you think it was?
- My friend, Simon.
He always callme the morning
after to... dish.
- Do you want to talk to my grandmother?
- No, I was calling you.
- You were?
- Igot this littleproblem.
I thought you could help me out. I got a
Benefiit coming up. One ofthose...
black tie worthy cause,
lousy foodkindofthing.
I'd like you to make a hat... for me.
Actually, not me, it's for my date.
I don't wear hats,
except to Yankee games.
The problem is that I don't know her hat
size and I don't want to ask her...
- because it's a surprise.
- Was it the woman you're with last night?
No.
Cause she had an
abnormally small head.
It might accountfor
the limited conversation.
I could always put in
an adjustable band.
- That'sperfect. Wonderful.
- It is risky doing it this way.
You can do it. Life rewards the
courageous few. You can do this.
Can you give me
a point of inspiration?
- Like what?
- Like an image. This hat is like...
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