Only You Page #13

DWAYNE:

Let's face it. Sooner or later

we all die.

LARRY:

Exactly.

After a beat, Larry stops the ball.

LARRY:

Who's dying?

DWAYNE:

Your great aunt.

LARRY:

What great aunt?

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD IN TUSCANY - DAY

They're walking again, both holding thumbs out now. And their

prayers are answered. A bright red FERRARI comes screeching

to a halt about ten feet in front of them. They exchange a

look. Faith dashes towards it. Peers in the window,

converses with the driver a moment, then waves Kate over.

KATE:

(lugging the

suitcase)

You really think this is safe?

An interior shot of the car reveals a NUN behind the wheel.

FAITH:

I'd say so...

Kate takes a look inside,

KATE:

God, the Catholic Church is even

richer than I thought.

She climbs in, and the car PEELS OUT.

EXT. STREETS OF ROME - DAY

The Ferrari zips into the Eternal City. A wonderland of color

and history.

Baroque fountains spout cool, clear water; kids play soccer

in the ruins; lovers kiss in secluded corners; elegantly

stylish men and women sip espresso in sidewalk cafes, engaged

in conversations, flirtations, negotiations. All the world's

a stage.

They screech to an abrupt halt directly in front of,

SISTER MARGHERITA

Ai Monasteri.

They get out and are still thanking her profusely, standing

at the side of the car with suitcase in hand, when there is

a whisper from behind,

O.S.

Do you believe in love at first

sight?

Faith freezes. Gazes heavenward.

FAITH:

(like an oath)

Yes.

She turns. To discover that God is a practical joker. The

guy is talking to Kate. Slicked back hair, ponytail, a lot

of leather. He looks awfully young.

KATE:

I'm married.

YOUNG ITALIAN STUD

(good-naturedly)

I know, I saw your ring. This is

no problem. I only want for us

to be friends.

Uh huh.

YOUNG ITALIAN STUD

I am Giovanni.

He kisses Kate's hand.

GIOVANNI:

And you are?...

KATE:

(in spite of

herself)

Kate.

GIOVANNI:

You are looking for a place to

stay, no, Kate?

KATE:

No. Well, I don't know. Well,

maybe. Later.

GIOVANNI:

This is your most lucky day. My

family runs a pension not three

blocks from here.

What a coincidence. She looks at Faith. In spite of herself,

she's a little charmed, flattered by him. As they continue

up the steps,

GIOVANNI:

(suggestively)

I wait here for you.

INT. AI MONASTERI - DAY

Inside, a hushed environment, reminiscent of a monastery.

The store sells liqueurs, etc. made by monks. Faith

approaches the counter, behind which one of those inordinately

fashionable Italian WOMEN is positioned.

FAITH:

(almost whispering)

Hello. Uh, do you speak English?

WOMAN BEHIND COUNTER

(demure smile)

A little.

FAITH:

Thank God. I'm looking for Anna?

WOMAN BEHIND COUNTER

I am Anna.

Overjoyed, Faith extends a hand.

FAITH:

Anna, I'm Faith. You don't know

how happy I am to meet you. You

see, I'm trying to find someone,

and--

KATE:

(perusing the

merchandise)

Her brother.

FAITH:

Right. My brother.

ANNA:

(sweetness and

light)

Your brother. Fratello tuo.

FAITH:

Yes. Right. Si. My fratello.

And, I was thinking that maybe

someone here, well, you, might know

him. His name is Damon Bradley?...

The woman's eyes narrow.

ANNA:

Damon Bradley.

FAITH:

(more thrilled)

Yes. You do know him?

Anna slams her espresso down on the counter.

ANNA:

E' un porco!

FAITH:

Excuse me?

She starts ranting in Italian. Faith pulls out her dictionary

and starts flipping frantically through it. Kate comes over

with a handful of little bottles.

KATE:

What did you say to her?

FAITH:

(still flipping)

I don't know. I just asked her

if she knew him and all of the

sudden--

KATE:

What's she saying?

Faith shoots her a look.

KATE:

Oh.

(beat)

Wait a minute--

Kate rushes to the door,

KATE:

Hey, Giovanni...

He comes running. Kate hustles him inside and over to Faith.

KATE:

(to him)

My friend is looking for her

brother and she thinks this woman

knows where he is. Can you tell

us what she's saying?

GIOVANNI:

She's saying he's a-- a--

(snapping his

fingers, he can't

think of the word)

porco.

KATE:

A porco?

GIOVANNI:

(then suddenly)

A pig! A pig!

(to Faith,

apologetic)

She's saying he's a pig.

Anna's starting to throw things.

GIOVANNI:

A very large pig.

FAITH:

Ask her if she knows where he is?

GIOVANNI:

Sa dov'e' lui?

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