Only You Page #10

They arrive at the CONCIERGE's desk.

FAITH:

(sotto)

You ask what room he's in, okay?

CONCIERGE:

Buona notte.

KATE:

Hello. Reservation for Faith

Corbett, please.

He nods, starts punching something into his computer. Kate

pulls something from her purse.

KATE:

And put it on this.

CLOSE on a CREDIT CARD which reads "LAWRENCE CORBETT". Faith

looks at her. Kate flashes a wicked smile.

KATE:

And, could you please tell us what

room Mr. Bradley is in?

CONCIERGE:

(politely)

I'm sorry. Mr. Bradley has already

checked out.

The three cruelest words in existence, "already checked out".

FAITH:

(disbelieving)

Excuse me?

CONCIERGE:

Mr. Bradley left about a half hour

ago. He said his plans had changed

unexpectedly. Would you prefer

an interior or exterior room?

FAITH:

(dazed)

He couldn't have checked out-- I

was supposed to meet him here.

CONCIERGE:

I'm very sorry. Perhaps you

misunderstood?

He rings for the bellboy.

FAITH:

(trying not to

panic)

Are you absolutely sure he's gone?

Maybe you made a mistake. You

must've made a mistake. Could you

check again? Please? Sir?

His polite veneer wearing thin, the man pulls a key from the

honeycomb of slots behind him.

CONCIERGE:

Room 217. Would you like to go

up and check under the bed?

She doesn't respond. He replaces it.

FAITH:

Well, which way did he go?

The man stares at her blankly.

FAITH:

Nobody here has any idea which way

he went?

CONCIERGE:

(icily)

Once they pay the bill, we don't

usually follow them.

Kate leans across the counter and grabs him by the collar,

pressing her forehead to his.

KATE:

Maybe you don't understand.

(like she's

possessed)

My friend was supposed to meet him

here.

He starts to wrestle with her. Faith steps in to help pry

Kate's fingers from the gentleman's neck.

FAITH:

(to him)

Excuse us.

He's still coughing as Faith leads her away from the desk into

the lobby.

KATE:

Well, he was rude.

They sit down.

FAITH:

I can't believe we came all this

way and he's gone.

KATE:

You gave it your best shot. You

tried.

FAITH:

(a whimper)

We lost him?...

Kate nods sympathetically.

KATE:

You wait here. I'm gonna go get

us a room for the night.

Devastated, Faith stares vacantly into space.

FAITH:

I'll never meet the man of my

dreams.

KATE:

(to herself as she

goes)

You and the other 99% of the women

in the world.

As Kate heads back toward the check-in desk, Faith gets up

and approaches the DOORMAN. She pulls the contact lens case

from her purse. Unscrews one side and holds it out in front

of him. He starts laughing. She darkens. He sobers, rattles

something off in Italian, gesturing toward the distance.

EXT. STREETS OF VENICE - NIGHT

The two women race along, over bridges, under streetlamps.

Faith is holding the case out in front of her sister-in-law.

FAITH:

Just once more, so you'll be sure

to know what to look for.

KATE:

Faith, I've seen it already, okay?

If I spot somebody who's got a head

that's an eighth of an inch around,

standing underneath a tuba, I'll

recognize him from the photo.

Otherwise, I'm telling you, it's

not gonna do me any good.

Faith starts stopping people on the street, holding out the

case, encouraging them to peer in. Some of them look at her

like she's nuts, a few shake their heads, one MAN finally

stops. Examines it carefully.

FAITH:

(anxiously)

Did you see him? Do you recognize

him?

TOURIST:

(looking up,

smiling)

Candid Camera, right?

(he starts waving)

Where is it?

She snatches it away. Continues on. But the crowd jostles

her. She is bumped hard from behind. And the photo goes

floating out into St. Mark's Square. Frantically, she gets

down on her hands and knees, trying to keep people from

trampling it.

KATE:

What are you doing?

FAITH:

(without looking

up)

He fell out.

Reluctantly, Kate gets down on all fours, too. Faith spots

the little face lying about two feet away. She strains to

reach out, when a SHOE mashes down on her hand. It lifts back

up, taking the photo with it, stuck fast to the sole.

Faith struggles to her feet, scooting after the MAN who's

moving at a fast clip. She fights her way through the crowd,

tracing his footsteps, crouched to make sure it's still there.

He's heading toward the edge of the canal. Is about to step

aboard a gondola, when Faith stands up and grabs his shoulder

from behind. He turns.

FAITH:

(breathlessly)

Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry, but I

think there's something that

belongs to me stuck to the bottom

of your shoe.

Confused, the guy looks down. Faith reaches for his foot.

FAITH:

Do you mind if I just--

She takes the shoe, turns it over, twisting the man's leg and

knocking him off balance in the process. Sending him toppling

into the water.

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