Only You Page #15

KATE:

(sulking)

I never even got to be single.

FAITH:

Sure you did.

KATE:

Not if you don't count the sixth

grade.

FAITH:

Okay, okay. You join him. But

first will you ask if he's here?

We watch from a distance as Kate gets up and approaches the

MAITRE'D. He gestures towards a booth on the other side of

the room. She thanks him and makes a beeline back to the bar.

KATE:

He's heeeeeerrre...

FAITH:

(nervously looking

around)

Oh my God. Where?

KATE:

He's sitting in the fourth booth

down, on the left hand side, with

his back to us. He's wearing a

navy jacket. If you turn around,

you can see part of his right

elbow.

FAITH:

(not moving a

muscle)

Is he looking at us?

KATE:

(glancing over her

shoulder)

Nope.

Faith tries to peek around without being too obvious. And

slips off her bar stool, almost knocking over the drink of

the person next to her. She grabs it, awkwardly climbs back

onto the stool. Then pulls out a compact and checks out the

view.

FAITH:

(like she's twelve)

Oooooo, I can see his sleeve...

After a beat.

FAITH:

I guess I should just go over and

introduce myself, huh?

Kate nods. Faith puts the mirror away. Starts to get up.

FAITH:

(sitting back down)

Who do I say I am?

CUT TO:

Moments later. Having gotten her story straight. She gets

up again.

FAITH:

Right, right... Okay..

(suddenly seized

with self-doubt)

You don't think he's gonna think

I'm too aggressive?

KATE:

Faith. So far you've trailed the

man halfway around the globe. At

this point, I don't think another

fifteen feet is gonna tip the

scales.

FAITH:

Right. Okay... It's meant to be

right?

(a deep breath)

This is it.

She straightens her skirt. Starts to walk toward him again,

when,

KATE:

Faith--

FAITH:

(turning anxiously)

What?

KATE:

Good luck.

Faith smiles gratefully back at her. Kate motions, "go on"...

Then turns back towards Guiseppe. Faith collects herself.

A woman with a mission. Begins striding purposefully towards

him.

Focused only on that special arm as, with each step, a little

more of it comes into view.

Only a few more feet. There is nothing between her and him

now but that WAITER with the enormous tray of pasta coming

from the other direction. But, alas... In a collision worthy

of inclusion in the "agony of defeat", the tray and all its

contents go sliding down over her. All eyes turn her way,

and she stands there, paralyzed in an agonizing moment of dead

silence. Then, with an anguished howl, she dashes to the

ladies room. Kate gets up and goes rushing in after her.

And, back out in the restaurant, a pair of feet get up and

step gingerly over the remains of somebody's angel hair pasta.

Seconds later, with an enormous wet orange spot on her dress,

Faith bursts out of the ladies room. And discovers he's gone.

The women bolt out the door, just in time to glimpse a man

in a navy jacket disappear down the subway stairs in the

distance. In hot pursuit, Faith flings off her heels and

sends them flying. One of them BONKS a PASSER-BY, another

MAN clad in a white shirt and carrying a navy jacket, on the

head. We may get only a brief look at this guy, but it's

enough to establish that while he may not be drop-dead

gorgeous, any woman with any sense wouldn't kick him out of

bed for munching saltines either. There's an undeniable

warmth in his eyes.

But Faith doesn't see him at all, because as he bends down

to pick up her shoe, he disappears from sight in the crowd,

and she races madly past him. Down the subway stairs, into

the tunnel-- and into a mob.

INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL - NIGHT

She battles her way through the throng, hopping up and down

to try to get an overview, but there is no sign of him. She

dashes from car to car, pounding on windows, calling out his

name. Until, in a sudden whoosh, the doors close, and the

train speeds off into the night.

But she's still running after it. Desperately. Until it

finally vanishes around a corner, out of sight. And she sinks

to the ground, arms outstretched in the darkness... in vain.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. PIAZZA NAVONA - NIGHT

CLOSE ON an abandoned shoe. A hand picks it up.

KATE (O.S.)

I found one.

The two of them are wandering the piazza. Faith puts the shoe

back on and, with one bare foot, limps over to a table. Her

dress is stained, her nylons are run, a few stray noodles

still cling to her hair. Basically, she's a disaster.

As they sit down,

KATE:

Well, nobody can say we didn't try.

FAITH:

(not hearing this)

Okay, here's what I think. We

find out what all the subway stops

for that train are-- the subway

system's really not that big in

Rome, we could narrow it down and--

KATE:

(not believing

this)

And then what, Faith?

FAITH:

And then... we rent a truck, or

a car, either one, and we set up

a loudspeaker, and we drive through

the surrounding areas, and we page

him.

Simple as that. Kate just stares at her, dumbfounded.

FAITH:

What?... My hair?

When,

O.S.

I like the style. I just don't

think this color works for me.

They look up. It's the STRANGER in white with her other shoe

in his hand.

FAITH:

Oh.

(reaching for it)

Thank you.

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