Kate and Leopold Page #6

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INT. LEOPOLD'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

A text book with Leopold's picture inside. Leopold reads the

brief summary of his life with heartbreaking astonishment.

He moves to the window and looks out.

EXT. N.Y.C. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

Kate and Leopold gaze out of their windows. The camera slowly

pulls back until they are swallowed up by the city.

INT. KATE'S STUDY - AFTERNOON

Kate scans her notes as Leopold paces dully about the room.

KATE:

In our last session you intimated

there was a symmetrical system

regulating the social order of

conformity spanning your era. I found

this particularly intriguing If I

can just find it in my notes...

A fire engine races by. Leopold dashes to the window then

turns back, excited.

LEOPOLD:

The fire brigade!

Kate stares at him blankly. She munches RICE CAKES and drinks

water FROM THE BOTTLE. A beat. She returns to her notes.

LEOPOLD:

This is insufferable! I refuse to be

spied upon, skipped over, or shuffled

about any longer. I have yet to

venture outside this cell. Before I

go mad a more suitable arrangement

must be found.

KATE:

Found it.

LEOPOLD:

(startled)

A resolution?

KATE:

No I meant I found my notes.

LEOPOLD:

Dr. Coles! Changes are in order.

KATE:

I can hear you.

LEOPOLD:

(under control now)

Miss Coles, as we are to remain here

together, there are certain conditions

I insist are met and maintained. I

no longer wish to be peeped at,

mocked...

KATE:

I never...

LEOPOLD:

(calmly)

Or interrupted. Jot this down.

Breakfast at 12. Luncheon at 4. Diner

at 8. A horse should be made available

from 1 to 3.

KATE:

A horse? In New York City?

LEOPOLD:

Yes. Also, I feel very strongly about

your style of dress. I do not care

for it.

(Kate looks up)

I cannot believe it is the prevailing

taste for women to appear masculine

and unkempt. If this is the fashion,

have it altered.

Kate rises.

LEOPOLD:

That is all for the present.

He grandly hands her a napkin.

LEOPOLD:

CRUMBS, my dear!

KATE:

(infuriated)

Thank you!

Brushing herself off, she heads to the door.

LEOPOLD:

Dr. Coles. I have been acquainted

with many women in my time, yet I am

compelled to say that the modern

woman is by far the least attractive

I have ever encountered.

KATE:

(rising to the occasion)

And I have a news flash of my own.

Leopold waits.

KATE:

You sir, are no Ronald Coleman!

She storms out.

INT. LAB - EARLY MORNING

Dr. Drake enters Dr. Kau's office with two pints of Haagen

Dazs.

DR. DRAKE

Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookie Dough

Swirl or Peach?

DR. KAU

Peach.

They dig in.

DR. DRAKE

Any luck?

DR. KAU

Yea. Lots of luck. All bad. No

information exists detailing what

happened to Carlson. I've been working

for weeks and I'm not any closer

than when I began... How are you

doing?

DR. DRAKE

My cholesterol level is up 70 points.

Kate enters, exhausted, deposits an armful of papers on Dr.

Drake's desk. Kate has pencils tucked behind her ear, through

her hair, and in her mouth.

DR. DRAKE

Thank you, Kate... How're you managing

with Leopold?

KATE:

Fine. Fine... Why? What did you hear?

DR. DRAKE

Nothing. I was just asking.

KATE:

Oh. Well, it's fine. He's a delight.

Everything's under control.

DR. KAU

Keep up the good work.

(after she's gone)

She seemed a little scattered. Do

you think everything's all right?

DR. DRAKE

Katherine Coles is the most capable

person we have on this project. If

anyone can handle the delicacy of

this situation, Kate can.

DR. KAU

So there's nothing to worry about?

DR. DRAKE

Absolutely not.

INT. CHARLIE'S STUDIO - EARLY EVENING

KATE:

GONE? GONE WHERE?!

(Charlie shrugs)

Charlie we've got to find him!

CHARLIE:

(working on a VERY

STERN portrait of

Kate at her computer)

Are you crazy? This is the first

time all week my eyes aren't darting

to the top of my sockets every five

minutes.

KATE:

When did he leave?

CHARLIE:

I don't know. An hour ago? He said

he wanted to take a walk.

KATE:

And you let him?? He's not allowed

to go outside!

CHARLIE:

Is he being punished?

KATE:

We've got to find him! You stay here

in case he finds his way back. And

while you wait you'd better pray

he's all right. If anything happens

to him, anything at all, EVERYTHING

we've worked for will have been

destroyed.

She heads out the door. Charlie follows.

INT. LIVING ROOM - EARLY EVENING

CHARLIE:

Kate, calm down.

KATE:

And YOU'LL be responsible. Understand?

(she grabs her coat

and purse)

CHARLIE:

What's the big deal? Who is this

guy?

Kate takes a LONG pause.

KATE:

Leopold... is not really from Canada.

EXT. KATE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - LATE AFTERNOON

Peaceful. The sun sets. Pigeons rest on window sills.

Suddenly:

CHARLIE (V.O.)

OH MY GOD!!!

The pigeons take flight.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK - EVENING

Leopold leaves Central Park profoundly lost. Looking both

ways in the wrong direction, he crosses the street. SCREECHING

brakes, HONKING horns, FURIOUS shouts with Leopold, horrified,

caught in the middle. He makes it across shaking and dazed.

A motorist pulls along side of him.

WOMAN MOTORIST:

You stupid f***ing son of a b*tch.

Next time I'll hit ya. F***ing moron.

Leopold GAPES, appalled. A Hansom carriage slowly treads

into Central Park. Leopold watches until it disappears.

INT. KATE'S GREEN A.M.C. PACER - NIGHT

Kate drives slowly, searching for Leopold. Cars honk with

mounting anger.

CABBY:

What're ya waiting for lady? An

invitation?

KATE:

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

She continues searching, trying hard to remain calm.

EXT. TIMES SQUARE - NIGHT

Huge buildings. Neon lights flashing. Garbage in bundles.

Calvin Klein Ads. In the center of it all, Leopold, jostled

BADLY by the crowd, tipping his hat to all the ladies. He

enters a deli.

INT. DELI - NIGHT

Leopold, appalled by the prices searches for money. He has

none.

LEOPOLD:

(to the counter man)

$7.95 for a sandwich? Is that correct?

COUNTER MAN:

You gotta problem with that?

LEOPOLD:

It seems rather pricey to me.

COUNTER MAN:

So don't buy one.

LEOPOLD:

I shan't.

COUNTER MAN:

So shan't!

He moves on.

LEOPOLD:

Yes, I... I would be happy to sample

one however I'm afraid I haven't the

finance with me just now. If I could

establish a credit with you, I will

have someone come round with the

funds tomorrow.

COUNTER MAN:

You will gladly pay me Tuesday for a

hamburger today, is that it?

LEOPOLD:

(a little confused)

I believe so. Yes.

COUNTER MAN:

Get the f*** outta here.

LEOPOLD:

I beg your pardon?

COUNTER MAN:

Get out. F***in' Wimpys piss me off.

LEOPOLD:

May I remind you, merchant, that I

am the customer in this establishment

and as such require your attention

and the utmost respect. I do not

accept this modern convention of

desecrating one's patrons with such

contemptuous disregard.

YUPPIE WOMAN:

You tell him.

LEOPOLD:

Need I add that without our patronage

you would not own that unwashed

counter behind which you spew your

filthy mouth?

COUNTER MAN:

Where do you get off? You don't even

have any money.

LEOPOLD:

Don't be irrelevant... I'm browsing.

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