Only You Page #16

DAMON:

Allow me.

He kneels down and places the shoe on her foot. Then gazes

up into her eyes.

FAITH:

Thanks very much.

(back to Kate)

So what do you think?

Kate looks at him. Kind of charmed.

KATE:

That was really sweet...

FAITH:

I meant about my idea.

KATE:

I think it's time we got some

professional help.

FAITH:

(nodding)

Like a detective.

KATE:

No... Like a psychiatrist.

FAITH:

(looking around)

Don't be silly. How's a

psychiatrist gonna find him?

He's still kneeling there.

FAITH:

(to him again)

Thank you.

Now go away. He sits down at a table nearby. Stares over

at Faith. She spots an Italian policeman, or CARABINIERE,

standing at the edge of the piazza.

FAITH:

I'm gonna go see what I can find

out about speaker rental.

She gets up, the STRANGER gets up, as if to follow. She looks

at him like he's nuts.

FAITH:

Excuse me.

Steps around him to head toward the cop. He sits back down.

DAMON:

(to Kate)

So, what's the story with your

friend?

KATE:

(watching her in

amazement)

My friend has lost her f***ing

mind...

DAMON:

What's she doing?

Kate turns to him,

KATE:

She's trying to find out where she

can rent a loudspeaker.

DAMON:

What for?

KATE:

So she can drive through the

streets of Rome paging the man of

her dreams.

He laughs.

DAMON:

No, really. What's she doing?

KATE:

Really. She thinks he's here.

Even though she's never met him.

Even though she's never laid eyes

on him.

DAMON:

(still not

believing her)

Seriously.

Kate just looks at him.

DAMON:

Oh. Well, what's wrong with that?

He gazes over at her, gesticulating wildly in the distance.

DAMON:

Only... if she's never met this

guy, what makes her think he's

perfect for her?

Kate just shakes her head. Don't ask.

DAMON:

Were they pen pals?

KATE:

No.

DAMON:

Is he some kind of celebrity or

something?

KATE:

No.

DAMON:

Did he do some anonymous good deed

for her?

An exasperated sigh.

KATE:

She got his name off a Ouija board

when she was eleven.

She holds out her palms. What can I tell you?

A beat. Then,

DAMON:

What is his name?...

Faith comes trudging back, in tears.

FAITH:

He said it would take at least six

months to get a permit for a

loudspeaker. And, you have to get

the Pope to approve it.

Defeated, she picks up her purse.

FAITH:

Let's just go.

Kate puts her arm around her and they start walking. The

STRANGER grabs his jacket off the back of his chair. Tags

after them.

DAMON:

(anxiously)

Will you be staying in Rome long?

She doesn't respond.

DAMON:

Your friend said you were looking

for someone?

(at her side)

Maybe I can help you track him

down. I speak a little Italian.

And I have a friend who works at

the embassy. Maybe we could--

She's trying to wave down a TAXI.

FAITH:

Thank you, but I really don't want

any help.

DAMON:

What's his name? I'll look into

it for you. I could give you a

call.

A CAB slows to a stop in front of them.

FAITH:

Look, I appreciate the offer, but--

She reaches for the door. He's standing in the way.

DAMON:

Just tell me his name...

She blows her nose noisily.

FAITH:

(to get rid of him)

Damon Bradley.

He stares at her.

DAMON:

(stunned)

But, that's-- I'm Damon Bradley...

Still wiping her nose, she notices the jacket in his hands,

then looks up into his eyes. The wind rustles through the

trees.

FAITH:

You're...

He nods. Amazed.

FRANCESCA:

And you're the biggest mess I've

ever seen.

She reaches for her hair.

FRANCESCA:

I find that very attractive.

And she faints. Dead away.

INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Having regained consciousness, Faith is across a candlelit

table from him. They're engrossed in conversation. In each

others' eyes. Tables around them have all emptied. A waiter

in the background is trying to prop his eyes open.

DAMON'S MOTHER

...Coming so close and yet just

missing each other. Do you know

what I mean?

Does she know what he means...

DAMON'S MOTHER

There's this poem by Rilke, I don't

remember the whole thing, but it's

about that. About waiting for that

person, and wondering if you'll

ever find them. And the last line

of it goes, "Who knows? Perhaps

the same bird echoed through both

of us, yesterday--

FAITH:

--separate, in the evening..."

DAMON'S MOTHER

(slowly,

spellbound)

Yes.

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