My Best Friend's Wedding Page #22

Okay?

JULIANNE:

Kim. Nod your head. Do as

you're told.

He nods his head, still smiling. Her tears are running now. Maybe

she doesn't notice.

JULIANNE:

Just promise you'll never tell

me who you would have chosen.

If I hadn't confessed.

She chokes back a sob.

JULIANNE:

Cos if you would have chosen me.

Then I threw away a perfectly

good life. Just to be a decent

person. Which is a questionable

trade-off. Right?

He nods, slowly. Because he's supposed to.

JULIANNE:

And if you would have chosen

some 20-year-old punk over me.

I'd have to kill myself.

Ah. His smile keeps getting smaller. More loving. More wonderful.

MICHAEL:

(whispers)

I'll take it to my grave.

Good. She looks around.

JULIANNE:

I'm so glad you didn't jump on

that train, before...

MICHAEL:

I came here, looking for her.

For her. The words leave a silence.

JULIANNE:

Why would she come here...

MICHAEL:

This is where I proposed.

Stares deep in her eyes. She needs to hear this.

MICHAEL:

I had to cover a game in

Milwaukee. She saw me off.

And when the train started to

leave... I jumped up on the

step, I help the handle, and

without...

He grins. Has to admit...

MICHAEL:

... without a thought in my head.

I shouted, "Marry me."

I did. Now her eyes tear up again. And she doesn't know why.

MICHAEL:

And she gasped, and covered her

mouth, and the train was pulling

out, and suddenly she screamed

YES! Just once. And blew me a

kiss.

What a girl.

MICHAEL:

I never forgot that.

JULIANNE:

It's two weeks.

MICHAEL:

Almost three.

JULIANNE:

That is so romantic.

Which makes him reach and touch her hair.

MICHAEL:

I just wonder if you know why.

Do you?

MICHAEL:

It's because romance isn't

mystery, and tricks, and doubts,

and halting, unspoken longings.

That's not the real romance.

Tears in his eyes now. First time.

MICHAEL:

The real romance is saying yes.

Does she know that now? He looks at his watch.

MICHAEL:

(sighs)

Woulda been a nice wedding.

Oh. That.

JULIANNE:

(urgently)

You can't believe you've lost

her! Sooner or later, you'll

find her, and you'll look in

each other's eyes, and you'll

see all that love...

JULIANNE:

Course, if it's later rather

than sooner, I'd hate to be you

at six o'clock.

(beat)

You've got a lot of explaining

to...

MICHAEL:

I'm just thinking of how she's

hurting. Lost. Alone. Like

her life is over.

JULIANNE:

That's little egotistical.

He glares at her.

JULIANNE:

But, undoubtedly accurate.

She claps her hands, galvanized by the emergency.

JULIANNE:

Okay, we'll split up. You go

to every romantic place you

guys have, I'll go... someplace

brilliant, and the first one

who...

MICHAEL:

If you find her...

Strange tone. A gentle warning.

MICHAEL:

The kiss. May be hard. For

you to explain.

(beat)

Because the only fear she

really has, is...

JULIANNE:

... me, yeah. And she likes

Tommy Lasorda. Case closed.

Looks at her own watch. Sh*t!

MICHAEL:

But if you do get to her first...

She looks up.

MICHAEL:

There is something you are

authorized to say.

EXT. TAXI STAND - DAY

Julianne sits on the fender of this guy's taxi. The driver smokes,

paces, while she waits for a connection on her cellular. Then...

MANDY (V.O.)

Wallace egregious residence,

Mandy speaking.

JULIANNE:

It's Jules, you guys haven't

had a call from, say, Kimberly,

have you?

MANDY (V.O.)

Oh, she's slipped out, the

little monkey. Prob'ly with

Michael, doin' the nasty.

A shallow laugh...

MANDY (V.O.)

Or crying in her nachos, down

at Comskey Park.

Julianne's face SNAPS to alert.

JULIANNE:

Ex-cuse me?

MANDY (V.O.)

I had this crank call? From

some guy who thinks he saw her?

I said, what would a bride be

doin', on her wedding...

JULIANNE:

You are so right. What a

nerve on that guy! Bring my

dress to church, huh?

Signals the driver, let's GO!

JULIANNE:

I want to pick up a little

something for the ceremony.

INT. LUXURY BOX, COMISKEY PARK - AFTERNOON

Game in progress. Julianne and the bodyguard stand in the doorway

of the deserted skybox. Everyone Walter knows is going to a

wedding. The box is empty except for one cardboard container of

nachos, extra cheese, sitting alone before a pulled-back chair.

BODYGUARD:

She wouldn't confide in me,

so I called the house.

He sighs. Feels terrible about all this.

BODYGUARD:

Luckily, I got her cousin.

Julianne nods. Yeah, big break, there.

JULIANNE:

Going to the john, she said?

BODYGUARD:

Could be there awhile.

INT. WOMEN'S RESTROOM - AFTERNOON

Julianne BURSTS into the enormous chaotic restroom. Looks around

wildly, no sign of Kim.

JULIANNE:

YO! IMMIGRATION!

Everybody stops. Pays attention.

JULIANNE:

I GOT A WARRANT FOR MS. KIMBERLY

WALLACE!

Silence. From the long line of stalls...

KIMMY:

(O.S., sobbing)

In here, you b*tch!

Now everybody's really interested. Julianne ignores them, strides

to the stall. KNOCKS, like it's a door. No answer.

JULIANNE:

Let me in, baby, or I'll rip

this damn thing off its non-

code-compliant hinges...

WOMAN (O.S.)

GET THE F*** OUTTA MY FACE OR

I'M GONNA MESS YOUR SH*T UP!!

Some scattered APPLAUSE. From down the line...

KIMMY:

(O.S., still sobbing)

Over here, nitwit!

Oh. Scattered laughter. Julianne moves down the line. Stares at

the door. We hear the soft, muted crying from within. Slowly,

Julianne...

... drops to her knees. Bends her head low. PEERS under the door.

What she sees, prompts a sad warning...

JULIANNE:

Incoming.

And she crawls UNDER the door, on her belly. We go WITH her to

see...

... Kim fully dressed, perched on the closed toilet lid, her knees

drawn up, her arms around them.

JULIANNE:

Pitiful.

And pulls herself up to her knees. Kimmy tries to glare, but it

just isn't in her.

KIMMY:

Haven't you done enough?

The world gets real quiet. An entire bathroom is listening.

Julianne c*cks her head to one side.

JULIANNE:

In one minute. You are going

to feel so foolish.

KIMMY:

WHY DON'T YOU JUST DRIVE A

STAKE THROUGH MY HEART?

JULIANNE:

Have you ever heard of.

Irony?

Irony? Kimmy sniffles.

JULIANNE:

I threw my arms around your

husband. And kissed him with

all my heart. Because I was

so happy. For you. Nitwit.

And leans close. As Kimmy flinches.

JULIANNE:

(whispers)

He's going to take...

(big grin)

The job!

A stunned pole-axed moment. And Kimmy's eyes SPRING open. You

mean...?

JULIANNE:

(beaming)

With your dad, yeah. Can you

guess why? B*tch?

Everything inside Kimmy BURSTS free in a torrent of tears...

KIMMY:

HE LOVES ME!!

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