Chasing Amy Page #12

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Holden stares at Alyssa. She stares back. Then she gets

out of the car.

HOLDEN:

Was it something I said?

EXT ROADSIDE - NIGHT

Holden gets out of the car. It's raining pretty hard

now. Alyssa's hitching up the road. Holden reaches her.

HOLDEN:

What are you doing?

ALYSSA:

Get back in the car and get out of

here.

HOLDEN:

You're going to hitch to New York?

ALYSSA:

Y'ep.

HOLDEN:

Aren't you at least going to comment?

ALYSSA:

Here's my comment f*** you.

HOLDEN:

Why?

ALYSSA:

That was so unfair. You know how

unfair that was.

HOLDEN:

It's unfair that I'm in love with you?

ALYSSA:

No, it's unfortunate that you're in

love with me. It's unfair that you

felt the f***ing need to unburden your

soul about it. Do you remember for a

f***ing second who I am?

HOLDEN:

So? People change.

ALYSSA:

Oh, it's that simple? You fall in

love with me and want a romantic

relationship, nothing changes for you

with the exception of feeling hunky-

dorey all the time. But what about-

me? It's not that simple, is it? I

can't just get into a relationship

with you without throwing my whole

f***ing world into upheaval!

HOLDEN:

But that's every relationship!

There's always going to be a period of

adjustment.

ALYSSA:

Period of adjustment?!?

(hitting him)

THERE'S NO 'PERIOD OF ADJUSTMENT'

HOLDEN! I'M F***ING GAY! THAT'S WHO

I AM! AND YOU ASSUME I CAN TURN THAT

AROUND JUST BECAUSE YOU'VE GOT A

CRUSH?!?

HOLDEN:

If this is a crush... then I don't

know if I could take the real thing if

it ever happens.

She looks at him, rain drenching the pair. She shakes

her head ruefully.

ALYSSA:

Go home, Holden.

She walks away. Holden stands there, at a loss. Then he

turns and heads back to his car.

As he reaches the door and turns to look back at her,

Alyssa pounces on him, grabs his face and locks lips with

him, big time. He drops his keys and embraces her.

And there they stand, by the side of the road, drenched

kissing.

EXT STUDIO - DAY

Banky carries a bag in one arm and pulls out his keys

with the other. He jams them into the lock, opening the

door. He picks up the mail on the floor.

INT STUDIO - DAY

He closes the door behind him and shuffles to the

kitchenette, passing by the blanket-covered, slumbering

forms of Holden and Alyssa, who are out cold in each

other's arms. The place looks a mess - Like a couple of

people were engaged in some tremendous f***ing. Banky is

oblivious. He sets the bag down on the counter and pulls

out a chocolate milk. He opens it, sticks a straw into

the top, and begins sipping and sifting through the mail.

He comes to mail that's Holden's and tosses it onto the

couch, near Holden's head. He looks down at the sleeping

couple, then back at the mail for a couple of beats.

Then he freezes. He looks down again, and drops his jaw

and his carton of choco. It hits the floor with a pop.

Holden and Alyssa shoot straight up, eyes struggling to

focus. They look at one another, then at the

flabbergasted Banky. Banky blinks. Then he shuffles

toward the door again and lets himself out.

ALYSSA:

(off Holden's reaction)

I take it that's not good.

HOLDEN:

(getting up)

Stay here.

(he kisses her and exits)

EXT STREET - DAY

Banky sits on a curb, staring into the distance, Holden

saunters up and sits beside him. He follows Banky's

gaze.

BANKY:

Catholic school girls.

Across the street, the Catholic High School is letting

out. Teenage girls clad in uniforms and tight sweaters

smoke, frolic, wait for their bus.

BANKY:

The uniform is what does it for me. I

wish I'd have went with more Catholic

school girls when I was a kid. As it

stands. I have no "...and then she

unzipped her jumper..." stories.

HOLDEN:

You looked weirded out back there.

BANKY:

That's my couch you were f***ing on.

HOLDEN:

Sorry.

BANKY:

I wanted to watch some TV. Hard to do

when your best friend's wrapped around

a naked rug-muncher on your couch.

HOLDEN:

She had boxers on.

Banky shoots him a glare. He goes back to staring at the

OC girls.

BANKY:

This is all going to end badly.

HOLDEN:

You don't know that.

BANKY:

I know you. You're way too

conservative for that girl. She's

been around and seen things we've only

read about in books.

HOLDEN:

But we have read about them. So we're

prepared.

BANKY:

There's no 'we' here. You're going to

have to go through this alone. And

it's one thing to read about sh*t, and

something different when you're forced

to deal with it on a regular basis.

When you guys are walking in the mall

and both your heads turn at a really

nice looking chick, it's going to eat

you up inside. You'll spend most of

your time wondering when the other

shoe's going to drop. Because for

you, this isn't about cool weird sex

stuff, it's about love.

HOLDEN:

Maybe it is for her as well.

BANKY:

Somehow I doubt it.

HOLDEN:

Everyone's not out to get someone in

life. Bank.

BANKY:

Everybody has an agenda. Everyone.

HOLDEN:

Yourself?

BANKY:

My agenda is to watch your back.

HOLDEN:

To what end?

BANKY:

To insure that all this time we've

spent together, building something,

wasn't wasted.

HOLDEN:

She's not going to ruin the comic.

BANKY:

I wasn't talking about the comic.

(gets up)

I'm going to gel a bagel. Clean off

my f***ing couch so I can watch TV.

Banky walks away. Holden shakes his head.

INT ALYSSA'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

An all-girl gathering. TORY. NICA, DALIA and JANE help

Alyssa finish an issue of 'Idiosyncratic Routine'. Tory

letters a page. Nica and Dalia lay-out the artwork.

Dalia drinks wine. Alyssa paints the cover.

DALIA:

From what I understand, when you sign

with a publisher, someone else does

all this work for you, and you just

sit back and collect.

ALYSSA:

And miss these last minute cram

sessions with my nearest and dearest?

Never.

TORY:

I don't know what she's bitching

about. All she's done since we got

here is pound Merlot.

DALIA:

I'm sorry weren't you the one who

misspelled 'receipt' on page eighteen?

Yeah, you're a real help.

NICA:

What I'd like to know is why we're

here at all when we haven't seen

Princess funny-Book in a month.

JANE:

Yeah Alyssa - who've you been shacking

up with?

ALYSSA:

'Shacking up!' Please.

(stops painting; smiles wide)

I'm so in love!

Everyone aww's. Alyssa buries her face, giggling.

ALYSSA:

I know. I know -I feel like such a

goon. But I can't help it - we have

such a great time together.

DALIA:

Who is it? Don't even tell me it's

Ms. Thing from the C.D. place. I'll

kill you.

ALYSSA:

It's not her. It's someone you guys

don't know.

NICA:

That chick you left the restaurant

with that night?

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