Only You Page #11

FAITH:

(peering down from

above)

Oh, I'm sorry...

But the shoe is still in her hand. She turns it over, and

sure enough, the tiny image is still perched there. She licks

a finger and triumphantly picks it up like a crumb.

Success... Until a big gust of wind comes up, whisking the

little likeness into the Grand Canal.

INT. GRITTI PALACE LOBBY - NIGHT

A puddle of water is forming on the marble floor.

O.S.

It wasn't like I did it on purpose.

Faith is dripping. Looking like her world has come to an end.

She's holding a phone book, as Kate drops tokens into a pay

phone.

KATE:

You can't really blame him for

being upset. It was an Armani

suit.

FAITH:

Did I or did I not offer to have

it cleaned?

KATE:

I don't think he understood what

you were saying. What's the

airport number?

A MAID walks by, wheeling a cart. Suddenly, Faith's eyes

light up.

FAITH:

No...

She takes the receiver from Kate's hand, hangs it up.

KATE:

I just got a dial tone--

FAITH:

The guy at the desk said he only

left about a half hour ago, right?

KATE:

So?

FAITH:

So, maybe his room hasn't been

cleaned yet. Maybe there's

something in there that might help

us. Maybe they'll let us go in

and take a look around.

They both turn to look at the concierge. Look back at each

other. Shake their heads. Kate picks up the phone again.

Faith takes it from her, hangs it up again. Looks pleadingly

at her friend. Beat.

KATE:

I am not breaking into anybody's

room.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY - NIGHT

A wad of LIRE changes hands, as a MAID opens the door to room

217.

INT. ROOM 217 - NIGHT

It hasn't been cleaned. In fact, it looks like a cyclone hit

it.

KATE (O.S.)

So far, I'd say we're looking for

a rich slob.

Kate stands with her hands on her hips, surveying the scene.

Faith spots a wastebasket in the corner. She runs over to

it, picks it up, peers in.

FAITH:

Ah ha!...

KATE:

What'd you find?

FAITH:

(charmed)

A Butterfinger wrapper.

KATE:

A rich, possibly fat, slob.

FAITH:

(hopeful)

Maybe there's fingerprints on it?

KATE:

We're not looking to arrest the

man, Faith, we're trying to locate

him.

FAITH:

Oh. Right.

She drops it. Starts digging through the wastebasket again.

DISSOLVE TO:

A small pile of garbage spread out on the floor -- an apple

core, a couple more Butterfinger wrappers, some tissue, an

empty shampoo bottle, a soap wrapper. Nothing very helpful.

There's only one more crumpled piece of paper yet to be

examined.

FAITH:

This our last hope.

She says a silent prayer. Unfolds it.

FAITH:

We're saved!

KATE:

What is it?

FAITH:

(saints be praised)

A phone message.

(beat)

Only--

KATE:

Only what?

FAITH:

Only, it's in Italian...

CUT TO:

CLOSE ON the phone message and a hand holding it.

O.S.

(impatiently)

So what is this? He owes you

money?

Pan up to the annoyed Concierge.

FAITH:

No... it's just very important

that I find him, okay?

CONCIERGE:

Why?

FAITH:

Because.

Beat.

KATE:

Look, it's very simple. When she

was eleven years old, she got this

name--

Faith elbows her.

FAITH:

(suddenly choking

up)

He's my brother.

Kate looks at her.

FAITH:

(holding back

tears)

Yes, my long-lost brother. See,

uh, we were separated when we were

very young. The last time I saw

him we were just babies, but I've

recently found out that he's here

in Italy. And I'm here trying to

find him.

That's the ticket.

FAITH:

You could say I'm sort of looking

for my other half.

She smiles nervously.

KATE:

And she's going to be married in

five days, and it would mean so

much to her if she could find him

before her wedding day.

Teary-eyed, Faith nods.

FAITH:

(pleading)

All I ask is that you just call

this number and ask if they know

him, if they have any idea where

we might find him.

He looks at her.

CONCIERGE:

And then you promise you'll go

away?

She nods energetically.

CUT TO:

FINGERS DIALING. As she and Kate wait,

KATE:

(sotto)

Your brother?

FAITH:

What was I gonna do? Tell him the

truth?

CONCIERGE:

(into phone)

Ai Monasteri?

(beat)

Va bene.

He's on hold.

KATE:

A monastery?

Faith is looking stricken.

CONCIERGE:

(coolly)

It's a store. In Rome.

She heaves a sigh of relief. He goes back to the call.

CONCIERGE:

Si. Sto cercando Damon Bradley?...

(beat)

Si. Si. Grazie. Ciao.

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