Only You Page #2

A couple of dissenters roll their eyes.

FAITH:

(turning to another

friend)

Don't you think so, Kate?

KATE's looking at the ground, trying to sound casual.

KATE:

I don't know, I guess I never

really thought about it...

(in her next

breath)

Is Larry here?

FAITH:

(she couldn't care

less)

Yeah. He's around somewhere.

Up above, Larry takes careful aim, then sends a water balloon

torpedoing their way. It hits the ground between them with

an enormous SPLAT. They SCREAM.

INT. FORTUNE TELLING BOOTH - NIGHT

We move past them, through a beaded window and into the booth

where a disheveled older WOMAN, MADAME DIVINA, is paging

through a copy of "Scientific American".

There's a TAP at the door. She checks her watch. Curses.

She shoves the magazine in a drawer, then hoists a bowling

ball, the kind with the iridescent swirls in them, onto an

opening in the center of the table, carefully positioning it

so the three holes aren't visible. She flicks on a flashlight

above it. Crystal ball.

Back outside, the girl everybody-thinks-is-going-to-marry-Alex

is nervous.

GIRL #2

But what if she tells me something

bad? I don't want to hear anything

bad...

KATE:

They never tell you anything bad.

Nobody'd ever go to them if they

did.

The door opens. The WOMAN'S imposing hulk casts a shadow down

over them. They look up.

FORTUNE TELLER:

Who knocked?

Like deer in the headlights.

GIRL #2

(pointing at Kate)

She did.

KATE:

(pointing at girl

#2)

She did.

Nobody moves, until,

FAITH (O.S.)

I did.

Faith looks at her friends, shrugs, then gamely ventures

inside past the beads and sits down.

FORTUNE TELLER:

What's your name?

FAITH:

Faith.

FORTUNE TELLER:

(lighting a candle)

What do you wanna know, Faith?

FAITH:

Um, just basic destiny stuff, I

guess. But-- I don't want to hear

anything bad.

(beat)

If that's okay.

Madame Divina starts laying out a series of tarot cards.

Suddenly there's a loud KNOCK at the back door. Faith jumps.

FORTUNE TELLER:

(dismissing)

Spirits.

She lays down a couple more cards. Then a persistent

"PSSSSTTTT", "PSSSSTTT". More BANGING.

FORTUNE TELLER:

(hollering)

Harry, I'm outta change.

More KNOCKING. Harry is determined. Annoyed, Mme. Divina

finally gets up.

FORTUNE TELLER:

How come I always wind up next door

to the freak show?

(as she goes)

Just because they're midgets does

that mean they don't have to go

to the bank like the rest of us?

She lumbers to the back of the booth, throws open a back door

and looks down.

FORTUNE TELLER:

What?

Inside, Faith is nervously eying the cards. Her friend KATE

peeks in through the beads.

KATE:

(mouthing the words

and pointing)

Is that a bowling ball?

Faith doesn't understand. Kate mimes a bowling motion,

swinging her arm. Faith shrugs. As the woman returns, from

outside we overhear,

BOY'S VOICE (O.S.)

Hey, Kate. Larry wants you.

LARRY (O.S.)

I do not.

Kate grins, ducks out. Mme. Divina sits back down. Closes

her eyes. Fingers the ball, entranced.

FORTUNE TELLER:

Something is coming to me. I'm

getting... a name.

Faith leans forward.

FORTUNE TELLER:

(straining)

This name is very important to

you... Da-- David. No-- no...

A faint breeze flutters through the room and the candle starts

to flicker.

FORTUNE TELLER:

Damon.

Faith's heart skips a beat.

FORTUNE TELLER:

His name is...

(her eyes pop open

with startling

intensity)

Damon Bradley.

It is, of course, the same name.

FAITH:

Omigod. Omigod.

(getting up)

I have to go.

She seizes Faith's hand.

FORTUNE TELLER:

Just a minute--

Faith freezes.

FORTUNE TELLER:

Your destiny's two dollars.

Faith pulls out two bills, drops them on the table. Bolts

for the door. But the woman stops her again.

FORTUNE TELLER:

Hey--

She leans in very close and pulls Faith toward her. We should

sense that this is not part of the act. This is for real.

FORTUNE TELLER:

The truth is, no matter what the

cards say, you make your own

destiny. Don't wait for it to come

to you. You understand?

Faith nods. Still in shock.

FAITH:

Can I be excused now?

CUT TO:

SUPER:
TWENTY YEARS LATER -- SATURDAY NIGHT

We hear pouring rain. But what sounds like rain is actually

the shower, as we pull back to find Mitzi Gaynor washing that

man right out of her hair. "SOUTH PACIFIC" is on television.

We pull back even further to reveal three WOMEN watching.

A big Saturday night. There's a lot of chocolate on the

table.

The women are:
the adult FAITH. Attractive, a little dreamy.

The walls of her apartment are adorned with reproductions of

famous works all featuring a similar theme, Rodin's "The

Kiss", Botticelli's "Birth of Venus", etc. Bookshelves are

crammed with volumes of poetry. She's absentmindedly pulling

the petals off a bouquet of flowers on the table.

Also in attendance: KATE, her childhood friend turned

housewife and sister-in-law. Kate is a pragmatist. She's

clipping coupons out of the newspaper as they watch. And,

doing her nails, LESLIE. Big hair. Good heart. Not the

sharpest tool in the shed.

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