Nurse Betty Page #35

127 INT. GEORGE'S HOUSE - NIGHT 127

Modern glass and steel structure in the hills. Austere.

Betty and George sit on the sofa with the lights low and SOFT

MUSIC playing.

GEORGE:

God, I haven't felt like this since I was

with Stella Adler in New York. You're

so...real.

113.

He leans forward slowly to kiss her, but Betty pulls back.

BETTY:

You never mentioned a 'Stella' to me.

GEORGE:

Didn't I?

BETTY:

No, I would have remembered that name.

The only Stella I ever knew was a parrot.

(BEAT)

Was this before Leslie? Before us?...

George takes her face in his hands and looks at her.

GEORGE:

I've never met anyone like you, Betty.

BETTY:

I know, that's why we were meant to be

together...

GEORGE:

No, I mean your dedication scares me...

BETTY:

It's easy to be dedicated, when you care

about something...

GEORGE:

Yeah, I felt that way, too, when I first

started, but now... the hours, the

repetition... it's not all glamour and

mall openings anymore. Maybe I should've

listened to my people and tried to make

the crossover to nights earlier, I don't

know...

(BEAT)

...I just hope it's not too late for me.

God! Listen to me, "Me, me, me." It's so

easy to get caught up in the whole ego

cycle of this business and make it all

about yourself. Stop, right? That's it,

no more about me tonight, I promise...

Let's talk about you...what do you think

about me? I'm kidding... Seriously,

Betty, I'm doing all the talking here...

BETTY:

...but I love listening to you, so that's

okay...

114.

GEORGE:

Thanks. But I'd like to hear what you're

feeling...

BETTY:

Well, I just feel that life'll be much

sweeter for you now with me around. I

promise...

GEORGE:

You know, I almost believe that... you're

like a warm breeze that's suddenly blown

into my life...

(laughs)

I said that to Leslie, once, at her

funeral, remember?...

BETTY:

I remember. You said it to her, but it

was meant for me, wasn't it?

GEORGE:

Yes... maybe it was.

She kisses him deeply, then allows herself to fall back on

the sofa, pulling George down on top of her and kissing him

passionately.

128 INT. HOLLYWOOD MOTEL - THE NEXT DAY 128

Wesley hands Charlie a newspaper folded open to the

Entertainment section, where there is a picture of Betty

slapping the actor Eric Augustino. George is in b.g.

WESLEY:

...so I'm standing there, minding my own

business on Hollywood Blvd., checking out

Gladys Knight's star-thing there, I look

up at this little souvenir shop dude,

Chinese dude, reading a paper... and who

do I see?

(holding up paper)

That's Lonnie. He's the show's Main

Prick. And that is definitely Betty.

Now, that ain't no coincidence...

(BEAT)

I found out where they shoot it, and

where the dressing rooms are.

Charlie studies the photo, troubled by something.

CHARLIE:

Who's this?

115.

WESLEY:

A doctor on the show... why?

Charlie thinks about it, then reaches into his pocket and

takes out the photo of Betty with the cardboard David. As he

compares the photos, Wesley peeks over his shoulder.

WESLEY (cont'd)

What in the...

(simmering)

What the hell is this? You've been

holding out on me. All this f***ing

time!

CHARLIE:

It just didn't fit her profile...

WESLEY:

F*** the profile! That's the same guy!!

CHARLIE:

She can't be here because of a... a soap

opera. Not a soap opera. That'd make

her...

WESLEY:

... crazy! No sh*t, Shaft!! And you

ain't far behind...

CHARLIE:

... but she's, no, Betty's smarter than

that. She wouldn't be here for a...

WESLEY:

I do not know how the f*** you lasted an

hour in this job! Dragging our asses

around with the answer to our prayers in

your motherfucking jacket... a picture of

that c*nt right next to the...

Charlie cuts Wesley short by grabbing his shirt and pulling

him close.

CHARLIE:

Don't Don't you talk about Betty like

that. I don't care who she ends up

being, you never use that word again.

Got it?

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