Only You Page #17

DISSOLVE TO:

MONTAGE. To the Beatles' "I Will"

PENSION DIVINO AMORE - Faith hops out Damon's car. He waits.

She dashes inside, practically skipping.

Moments later, having changed clothes, floats back out and

they take off again. Up above, Kate watches wistfully out

the window.

DRY CLEANERS - Dwayne is there trying to pick up his stuff.

The CLERK is holding out a ticket. "You have to have one of

these."

THE FORUM - The sun is coming up over the ruins. Faith and

Damon stroll through them. Damon pulls out a "doggie bag".

Sets down a little container of pasta for the wild cats that

roam Rome.

McDONALDS - Rome's golden arches. Kate is munching on a Big

Mac, and working on a postcard: "Dear Larry,". Somebody

cruises by her table, snakes out a hand, reaching for her

purse. Without so much as an upward glance, she flicks out

a leg and trips him.

CAMPO DEI FIORI MARKET - The enormous outdoor market where

everything from orchids, to watermelon, to live eels and

octopus are in abundant display. Damon buys Faith a gardenia.

She puts it in her hair.

GIOLITTI - A gelateria. Kate's eating ice cream. Still

working on the postcard: "Dear Larry". Nothing more.

Finally crumples it up.

THE SPANISH STEPS - Faith and Damon are sitting on the edge

of the steps watching the street show that is Rome, when a

LOCAL approaches with a Polaroid. Selling pictures. They

pose.

FAITH:

My hair's kind of a mess, isn't

it?

DAMON'S MOTHER

Your hair... is perfect.

He leans in and kisses her. And from this angle, except for

the clothes, they look an awful lot like Rodin's version, as

the FRAME FREEZES.

CLOSE on the photo. She looks up from it.

FAITH:

You don't think this is just

infatuation, do you?

FRANCESCA:

Oh no.

(beat)

Do you?

FAITH:

No.

He takes her hand. Both a little unnerved, they walk. Until,

DAMON'S MOTHER

But... just to be sure, maybe we

ought to shatter each other's

unrealistic images of perfection.

You know, each of us admit

something embarrassing about

ourselves.

FAITH:

Okay. Good idea. You first.

FRANCESCA:

Me first? Alright, well,

(beat)

Something embarrassing, right?

Something we don't want to admit

in public.

She nods. He thinks a moment. Then,

FRANCESCA:

(sheepish)

I'm a liberal.

She looks at him with amazement.

FAITH:

I'm a liberal!

FRANCESCA:

(disbelieving)

No...

FAITH:

(solemnly)

My car bumper has never held a

winning sticker.

They gaze deeply at one another.

FRANCESCA:

Well, as long we both know we're

going into this with our eyes wide

open...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. VIA MARGUTTA - TWILIGHT

A lantern-lit street of 18th century facades. A faint breeze

stirs the trees above. Strains of opera float out a window.

Faith is looking around. Finally, though they're not

overlooking anything,

FAITH:

You're right. This is a really

pretty view.

He smiles.

DAMON'S MOTHER

Not this.

He leads her out to the center of the street. Tilts his head

back. She follows and they walk, with their necks craned

back, like two drunken sailors, like two kids.

DAMON'S MOTHER

This...

And up above, in the houses and apartments lining either side

of the street, visible through the unshuttered windows, are

gilded ceilings and candlelit vaults of angels. And beyond

those, the star-studded, indigo summer sky.

It's all a matter of how you look

at it.

INT. PENSION BAR - NIGHT

Kate's down at the bar, talking to the Italian BARTENDER.

KATE:

So, you're saying you think I

should call him.

He draws a beer.

BARTENDER:

He is your husband, no?

KATE:

Yes, but... He was having an

affair.

BARTENDER:

Si.

So what? He picks up a napkin and sets the glass down on it.

KATE:

The point is, he was sleeping with

another woman.

Beat.

BARTENDER:

Uh huh.

How much clearer can she make it?

KATE:

They were having sex.

Finally, it dawns on him.

BARTENDER:

(nodding gravely)

She was your sister.

KATE:

No, she wasn't my sister.

BARTENDER:

(shaking his head

in sympathy)

Your mother.

KATE:

Of course not.

BARTENDER:

(another stab)

Your grandmother?

KATE:

Look, she wasn't a relative, okay?

I don't know who she is.

Big deal. He rolls his eyes and dismisses it with a wave of

his hand.

KATE:

So, how much longer 'til Giovanni

gets back?

EXT. THE TREVI FOUNTAIN - NIGHT

It's all lit up. And deserted at this late hour. The water

glows, ethereal blue. They sit at the edge, bare feet

dangling in. Damon picks up one of her shoes.

DAMON'S MOTHER

I think I'll have it bronzed.

She smiles. Then sobers.

DAMON'S MOTHER

What?...

FAITH:

I feel like I've been wandering

in the desert for as long as I can

remember. With nothing but

emptiness around me, wind and

sun... And suddenly, out of the

blue, somehow I've found the oasis.

He takes her face in his hands. Solemnly, almost mystically,

kisses her eyes... her mouth...

Until,

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