Jerry Maguire Page #3

ATTENDANT:

(continuing)

I'm sorry I was rude just then --

DOROTHY:

It's okay. We're in it together

now...

The Attendant now exits helpfully with the bag.

WOMAN'S VOICE

Don't take anything I say

seriously! I love to flirt!

Dorothy, irritated, leans out into the aisle to look for the

heads that belong to these voices.

BACK TO JERRY AND WOMAN

WOMAN:

You're with the sports people on

the plane, right?

JERRY:

Jerry Maguire. SMI.

WOMAN:

Bobbi Fallon. BPI. I'm producing

the Coke commercials for the

playoffs.

JERRY:

Well. Good luck with that --

He nods, as he reaches up to shut off the light. Politely

stifles another yawn. He shuts his eyes, settles into sleep.

Bobbi leans into his darkness.

WOMAN:

Can I just get a quick "man's"

opinion from you on something?

DISSOLVE TO:

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12.

INT. FIRST CLASS SEATS -- LATER

Bobbi is intense now, unburdening, as tired Jerry listens

like a priest.

WOMAN:

And I can't say his name without

laughing I want to eat him up. I

want to say goodbye to every bad

thought I ever had about

relationships. I mean, I crave

this guy... and yet... why... why

did I have that affair this

weekend? Does that mean I'm not

in love with my boyfriend?

JERRY:

I think you'll know when you see

him at the gate.

WOMAN:

It's the death rattle of my

singlehood, right? Because I

finally see the white picket fence

looming and I love it/hate it/love

it/hate it/ love it... you're

right, I'll know when I see him.

Why is it so easy to talk with

you?! Tell me about your fiancee.

Maguire fights another yawn.

JERRY:

I uh... don't think we're quite at

your pitch yet.

WOMAN:

Tell me, and then you can sleep.

JERRY:

She's an NFL publicist... amazing

sense of style... former

athlete... volleyball... world

class... really knows how to live

every moment of her life, which is

why I should take a nap now...

BACK TO DOROTHY:

Her sleeping son now silent, she can't help but listen.

WOMAN'S VOICE

Tell me how you proposed. I

collect romantic proposal stories.

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13.

JERRY:

No no...

DOROTHY:

(impatient)

Oh, tell the story.

WOMAN:

Oh, tell the story.

BACK TO JERRY -- LATER

JERRY:

--so our first date, she told me

about her favorite place in the

world, the seven pools of Hana on

the island of Maui...

WOMAN:

Gorgeous.

JERRY:

A year-and-a-half later, we were

both in Hawaii for the Pro Bowl.

Now I've always hit a wall at 18

months. Every serious girlfriend

lasts 18 months. It's like --ka-

boom. The curse of 18 months.

WOMAN:

That's when you need to cement,

and define define define.

JERRY:

Exactly. And the world does not

need another 35 year-old bachelor.

I knew I wanted to propose, so I

took her there.

WOMAN:

To the pools?

JERRY:

To the pools. Now she's Miss Rock

Climber, and I'm more the Non-Rock

Climber, but we're hiking up

through the pools and there's a

fine mist in the air, and I have

the ring in my pocket, and I'm a

little nervous, I'm lagging

behind, and she says to me, get

this -- "Hurry up, klutz."

WOMAN:

Oh no --

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14.

JERRY:

Well, it bothered me somewhat.

And I got quiet. And now she's

quiet and we're both pouting a

little, you know. And I decide

I'm not going to propose. The

mood is not right. Why be

impulsive? Now at this point I

know she knows that I was going to

propose and didn't. And she knows

I know. So the entire sixty mile

ride back to the airport, we don't

speak. And we're both good at

that. We fly to Honolulu in

silence. We check into the Pro

Bowl hotel --

WOMAN:

How sad --

JERRY:

But wait...

BACK TO DOROTHY:

She is now craning out into the aisle to hear this story.

The plane is now quieter. She listens to the easy sound of

Jerry discussing his charmed life.

RAY:

(waking up)

Mama --

DOROTHY:

Shhh. Mommy's eavesdropping.

He sneezes, three big ones in a row. She hands him more

kleenex, riveted on the story. And listens.

JERRY'S VOICE

Now little do I know that my

assistant. has assumed that I've

now proposed. So she has gotten

the lounge band to actually play

"Here Comes The Bride" when we

walk back in.

Dorothy laughs to herself, somewhat derisively. She tries to

share the laugh with her son, who stares at her.

_

15.

BACK TO JERRY -- LATER

JERRY:

Which they do. And we're standing

there. All the football guys are

in the lobby, watching, there's

even an ESPN crew. So I turn to

her and sort of grandly say,

"Well, this is me, Klutz, asking

you, Goddess of Rock Climbing, to

marry me." And I took out the

ring, and I don't much like big

scenes, but she said "yes" right

there in the lobby and some of the

toughest men in football wept like

babies. We're getting married in

February.

WOMAN:

Jerry. You two will be together

forever.

BACK TO DOROTHY:

She takes one of her son's kleenex sheets, as an elegant

Flight Attendant shuts the curtain to first class. Dorothy

blows her nose, moved against her will.

RAY:

What's wrong, mom?

DOROTHY:

First class is what's wrong. It

used to be a better meal. Now

it's a better life.

She pulls out the Mission Statement, aware that she's been

listening to its author. She opens it and begins to read.

INT. LAX AIRPORT TERMINAL -- MORNING

Jerry Maguire exits the plane a few steps behind Bobbi Fallon.

JERRY:

(quietly, like a

coach)

You'll know when you see him.

You'll know when you see him.

Bobbi scans the crowd. She spots Monkeyface, large and burly

in tiger-print sweats. He looks like Mickey Dolenz. He

holds flowers.

_

16.

WOMAN:

Oh my God, you're right. I know.

(Jerry smiles)

He's not The One. He's not the

One.

Jerry's face falls. Bobbi Fallon moves into the embrace,

faking it. Jerry moves ahead, turning back to see the doomed

couple. Melancholy now, he continues forward through the

crowded airport and the expectant faces of those waiting for

loved ones. Music.

INT. LUGGAGE AREA -- MORNING

Dorothy looks through the rubber flaps of the luggage

conveyor belt. She clutches a cup of coffee. In the

background, other SMI agents' grab their bags and exit.

DOROTHY:

Ray! Ray!

Maguire enters picture, joining her as she looks into the

dark depths behind the flaps.

JERRY:

Can I help?

DOROTHY:

Oh. Hi. I work in your office.

I was on the junket to the

conference. I'm --

JERRY:

I know who y6u are. You're

Dorothy Boyd. You're in...

wait... you're in Accounts. You

have the middle cubicle toward the

back with that poster of Albert

Einstein morphed onto Shaquille 0

Neal's body.

DOROTHY:

(surprised)

Hmm. Pretty good.

JERRY:

Now what did you lose?

DOROTHY:

My son... my mind...

Over her shoulder, Maguire sees Ray rounding the corner,

riding the luggage conveyor belt like Washington crossing the

Delaware.

_

17.

JERRY:

Well, while I go look for him, why

don't you hang onto this curious

gentleman behind you --

Dorothy turns, is greatly relieved to see Ray, and snatches

him off the belt. She bends down into his face. She speaks

softly but intensely, with no frills.

DOROTHY:

Remember "imagination?"...

remember what that means? Well,

this is one of my bosses so you

will now IMAGINE me screaming at

you right now. Do NOT do that

again. Ever ever EVER.

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