Only You Page #18

FAITH:

There is one other thing you should

know about me.

FRANCESCA:

Nothing you could say would change

the way I feel.

FAITH:

I'm engaged. I'm supposed to be

married in two days.

FRANCESCA:

Except possibly that.

She gets up. Heavy with guilt.

FAITH:

And, he's a friend of yours. It's

Dwayne.

FRANCESCA:

Dwayne?

FAITH:

Dwayne Pinsley. From high school.

That's how I knew you were here.

When you called, from the airport.

DAMON'S MOTHER

Oh, right. Dwayne.

(beat)

You're engaged to Dwayne?

FAITH:

(like she's trying

to explain an

affair)

It just happened. I didn't plan

it. I was alone. And he was...

there. But now everything's

changed. I owe it to him to let

him know. I need to tell him.

DAMON'S MOTHER

You're sure...

FAITH:

I've never been more sure of

anything in my life.

He smiles.

DAMON'S MOTHER

Good.

FAITH:

Let's find a telephone.

DAMON'S MOTHER

Sure-- But, before you do that,

since we're putting all our cards

on the table, I have a confession

to make, too.

She pauses,

FAITH:

Okay.

He looks at her worriedly.

FAITH:

Don't be afraid. You can tell me.

DAMON'S MOTHER

You're sure...

FAITH:

We found each other, didn't we?

DAMON'S MOTHER

(hesitantly)

Yes. We did.

FAITH:

(a whisper)

It's alright... this is our

destiny.

He takes a deep breath.

DAMON'S MOTHER

Okay. Okay, the thing is... I'm

not exactly... I mean-- only in

the most literal sense-- I'm not

Damon Bradley.

The fountain just dropped twenty feet.

FAITH:

(staring straight

ahead)

What?

DAMON'S MOTHER

My name isn't Damon Bradley. I

just told you it was Damon Bradley.

FAITH:

(numbly)

What is it?

PETER:

It's Peter Wright.

He heaves a sigh of relief. Draws her to him again.

PETER:

Boy, am I glad that's over with.

She's frozen. He's noticing this. Until she extricates

herself from his arms.

PETER:

(to himself)

I had a feeling this was gonna be

a problem.

(to her)

You're upset, right?

She shoots him a look. Starts putting on her shoes.

PETER:

Everything else is true. I swear.

I am a liberal. I do live in

Boston. I am a zoologist. I did

see "Local Hero" fifteen times.

I am single. I don't believe in

Scientology and I don't smoke.

But, okay, I admit it, mea culpa,

I lied about one little thing.

She runs out to the street. Starts waving for a cab.

FAITH:

One little thing? You call your

identity one little thing?

Following after her,

PETER:

You've never lied?

Beat.

FAITH:

That's not the point.

PETER:

You said whatever it was you would

understand.

FAITH:

That was before I found out what

it was.

A taxi approaches.

PETER:

You're leaving?

No response.

PETER:

Wait-- Let's put this in

perspective. You're going to let

a few little letters keep us apart?

No response. The cab stops.

PETER:

(grasping at

straws)

Look, if the name's that much of

a problem, why don't you just call

me that? It'll be my nickname.

She opens the taxi door.

FAITH:

(on the brink of

tears)

How could you do this to me?

PETER:

(innocently)

I'm in love with you.

FAITH:

Oh, come on... What kind of an

excuse is that?

And this time, the door SLAMS in his face.

EXT. PENSION LOBBY - NIGHT

The cab pulls up. Faith gets out, drags into the hotel,

looking shell-shocked. From the bar, Kate spots her and

rushes over.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. PENSION BAR - MINUTES LATER

Kate and Faith are both at the bar, staring off into the

distance. Getting bombed.

KATE:

Yeah. Sociopaths. They're able

to figure out what you want them

to be and then they act like that.

FAITH:

(tearfully)

But how could he know? He only

just met me.

KATE:

Men have ways.

Kate shakes her head.

KATE:

What a drag. You finally meet the

man of your dreams and he turns

out to be a pathological liar.

Faith wails.

INT. PETER'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

He's on the telephone.

PETER:

Still busy? Okay, can I leave

another message, please?

(beat)

Alright, the message is, would she

rather have the wrong guy with the

right name or the right guy with

the wrong name?

(beat)

No-- no, no. They alternate, see?

It's the wrong guy--

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