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Chasing Amy Page #13
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 113 min
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ALYSSA:
They're not. From around here.
TORY:
Don't even tell me you met her down
the shore!
JANE:
Eww! Not a bridge-and-tunnel Jersey
dyke!
TORY:
With huge hair and acid-washed jeans!
They all cackle. Alyssa tries to laugh with them.
DALIA:
Come on, Alyss - Hoboken Hussy or
what?
ALYSSA:
For your information, they don't have
big hair or wear acid wash.
(goes back to painting)
They're from my home town.
Dalia stares at Alyssa, suspiciously.
DALIA:
Why are you playing the pronoun game?
ALYSSA:
What? What are you talking about?
I'm not even.
DALIA:
You are. "I met someone." "We have a
great time. "They're from my home
town." Doesn't this tube of
wonderful have a name!
ALYSSA:
(beat)
Holden.
All four Girls stare at Alyssa, a bit horrified. She
stops painting.
JANE:
Oh, Alyssa - no. Not you.
TORY:
You're dating a guy?
ALYSSA:
He's not like a typical man. He's
really sweet to me, and we relate so
well. You guys'd love him, really.
They stare at Alyssa. Then Dalia gets up.
DALIA:
I've gotta go to the store.
JANE:
I'll go with.
They exit. Alyssa looks to Tory and Nica.
TORY:
(pouring wine)
Whelp - here's to both of you.
(moves the glass to her lips)
Another one bites the dust.
INT HOLDEN'S BEDROOM -NIGHT
Holden and Alyssa lie in each other's arms, moonlight
bathing them. She smokes.
HOLDEN:
Can I ask you something?
ALYSSA:
Don't even tell me you want to do it
again.
HOLDEN:
Why me - you know? Why now?
ALYSSA:
Because you were giving me that look,
and I got wet...
HOLDEN:
You know what I'm talking about.
ALYSSA:
Why not You?
HOLDEN:
I'm a guy. You're attracted to girls.
ALYSSA:
I see you've been taking notes.
Historically, yes that's true.
HOLDEN:
Then why this?
ALYSSA:
I've given that a lot of thought, you
know? I mean, now that I'm being
ostracized by my friends, I've had a
lot of time to think about all of
this. And what I've come up with is
really simple:
I came to this on myterms. I didn't just heed what I was
taught, you know? Men and women
should be together, it's the natural
way - that kind of thing. I'm not
with you because of what family,
society, life tried to instill in me
from day one. The way the world is -
how seldom you meet that one person
who gets you... it's so rare. My
parents didn't really have it. There
was no example set for me in the world
of male/female relation ships. And to
cut oneself off from finding that
person - to immediately half your
options by eliminating the possibility
of finding that one person within your
own gender... that just seemed stupid.
So I didn't. And by leaving my
options open, I was branded 'gay',
which to me was no big deal - labels
are labels, you know? They define
what you do, not who you are, I guess.
But then you come along. You -
the one least likely; I mean, you were
a guy.
HOLDEN:
Still am.
ALYSSA:
And while I was falling for you, I put
a ceiling on that, because you were a
guy.
Until I remembered why I opened the
door to women in the first place - to
not limit the likelihood of finding
that one person who'd compliment me so
completely. And so here we are, I was
thorough when I looked for you, and I
feel justified lying in your arms -
because I got here on my terms, and
have no question that there was
someplace I didn't look. And that
makes all the difference.
HOLDEN:
(beat)
Sh*t.
ALYSSA:
What?
HOLDEN:
Well, you took the luster our of it.
ALYSSA:
What luster?
HOLDEN:
(joking - in case you didn't
get it)
Of how I brought you back from the
other side. How all you needed was
the right man to turn you around.
ALYSSA:
You're not the right man.
(kisses him)
You're just the one.
She snuggles into him and closes her eyes. Holden stares
at the ceiling.
HOLDEN:
Can I at least cell people that all
you needed was some serious deep-
dicking?
She hits him with her pillow.
THE BIG OL' FALLING-IN-LOVE MONTAGE BEGINS
1) In Holden's Apartment - Alyssa waves in various
directions, shaking her head accordingly. Then she puts
up her hands to stop. Cut to Holden, hanging the
picture. Alyssa gave him.
It hangs at a severely crooked angle. He looks back to
her and shakes his head 'no'.
2) Holden and Alyssa try to play a video game. Banky
plays as well. Holden instructs her in the ways of NHL
'96 (turning her paddle right-side-up, pointing at things
on the screen). She presses the reset button, over and
over. Banky gives Holden a 'What the f***?' look.
Alyssa sticks her tongue at him.
3) At the Video Store - Holden picks up a Disney cartoon
off the shelf. He goes to show if to Alyssa, who's
reading the back of 'Anything But Dick', an allchick
porno. An old WOMAN stares at her. Holden nods to the
old Woman and takes the tape out of Alyssa's hands,
putting it back on the shelf. He ushers her away. The
old Woman waits until they're gone and then picks up the
tape herself,
4) Holden carries Alyssa on his shoulders through the
park, her crotch against the back of his neck. He's
talking. She taps him and he stops and looks up. She
begins to maneuver around so her crotch is in his face.
He pulls her off and put her down. She's laughing. He's
flushed with embarrassment. The same Old Woman from the
Video store passes by with her husband. Holden shrugs.
5) In Holden's Apartment again - Alyssa again with the
waving, then putting up her hands to stop. Cut to Holden
again, this time with the painting hung completely upside
down. He looks at it, then offers her a bewildered gaze.
6) In the Office Banky comes to his drawing table. There
are penciled pages on it with a note that says "Hanging
out with Alyssa today. Holden". Banky crumples it up
and throws it across the room.
7) In Holden's Apartment - Alyssa waves this way, then
that way, then puts up her hands frantically to stop.
She settles back against the wall, a satisfied smile
crawling across her face, and closes her eyes. We pull
back to reveal Holden on his knees in front of her,
eating her out (no, we don't see anything!).
INT OFFICE - DAY
Holden draws. A book is thrown in front of him. He
BANKY:
Check out page forty eight.
Holden looks down at that book. It's the Nineteen Eighty
Eight yearbook from Middletown North. He shakes his head
On the page is Alyssa's Senior year photo. Under her
name is another name in quotes that says 'Finger Cuffs'.
HOLDEN:
(looking up)
So?
BANKY:
Did you see the nickname?
HOLDEN:
'Finger Cuffs'.
BANKY:
And...?
HOLDEN:
And... she had a weird nick-name.
What's your point?
BANKY:
Do you know why it's 'Finger Cuffs'?
HOLDEN:
I suppose you do.
BANKY:
I do.
(takes a seat)
You remember Cohee Lundin? Left
Hudson and went to North our senior
year?
HOLDEN:
Yeah.
BANKY:
Well, I ran into him at Food City the
other day, and we got to talking, and
I mentioned that you were dating
Alyssa, and he said..
CUT TO COHEE LUNDON. In the PARKING LOT of FOOD CITY,
addressing the camera.
COHEE:
Alyssa Jones? Sh*t. I know Alyssa
Jones. I mean, I know Alyssa Jones,
you know what I'm saying?
Me and Rick Derris used to hang our
with her for awhile, right? Just
hanging around her house after school,
'cuz her parents were like never home,
and sh*t. And one day, Rick just
whips it out, and starts rubbing it on
her leg and sh*t; chasing her around
the living room - I was dying. But
you know what the crazy b*tch did?
She f***ing drops to her knees, and
just starts sucking him off right in
front of me! Like I wasn't even there
man! I almost died! But that's not
the f***ed up part - the f***ed up
part was Rick, man - right in the
middle of it, he turns to me and he's
pointing at her and he says "Cohee."
Just like that - "Cohee." So I'm like
I'll give it a shot. And I start
pulling her pants down all slow, 'cuz
I figure any second she's gonna turn
around and belt me in the mouth,
right? But yo, check this sh*t out -
she's all into it man! She don't try
to stop me or nothing! She's
all wet and sh*t, and I just went to
work, know what I'm saying? Me and
Rick are going to town on this crazy
b*tch, and she's just loving it, all
moaning and sh*t! It was f***ed up!
So Rick's the one that came up with
the nickname - 'cuz that day, she had
us locked in tight from both sides -
like a pair of goddamn Chinese finger
cuffs!
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