Only You Page #22

Beat.

PETER:

Uh, I'd rather not say.

FAITH:

Tell me.

PETER:

I'd really rather not say.

FAITH:

Please. I need to know.

PETER:

(giving in)

Mickey Spillane.

FAITH:

(a little unnerved)

Mickey Spillane?

PETER:

Or Hustler.

The car shoots down the road.

EXT. AMALFI COAST - DAWN

They drive past sheer cliffs dropping off to silvery rocks,

azure seas, transparent depths. Around hairpin turns skirting

the Gulf of Salerno, before finally winding into the

impossibly beautiful seaside town of Positano. An enchanted

land of steep hillsides overgrown with lemon trees, jasmine,

bouganvilla... cliff hanging villas... emerald and sapphire

grottoes... cerulean skies... heaven on earth.

EXT. LE SIRENUSE HOTEL - DAY

Another "Lifestyles" hotel. An elegant old villa perched

above the village and the deep blue sea. The four of them

head for the desk, where Kate cheerfully plunks down Larry's

credit card.

KATE:

Joan Collins stayed here.

FAITH:

(to concierge)

Is Damon Bradley here?

CONCIERGE:

Si. A la piscina.

He gestures towards the terrace.

PETER:

He's out by the pool right now.

FAITH:

(nervously)

Right now?

PETER:

Oh, and I forgot to tell you. He's

here with his mother.

She checks her hair, starts adjusting it in the reflection

of a window. Then peeks around the corner.

ANGLE ON a MAN reclining on a lounge chair. We start at the

feet which don't quite reach the end of the chair. Move up

the legs, past the pot belly, to, sure enough, an enormous

gold medallion resting on his chest. A fringe of hair skirts

the perimeter of his head -- and his back.

A copy of Mickey Spillane's latest rests on a table next to

him. He's lying back, eyes closed. This is Damon Bradley.

This is Him...

Peter smiles broadly. Faith's face falls.

KATE:

That's him?!

Faith elbows her.

KATE:

That's the guy you've been waiting

for all these years?

PETER:

(eating this up)

Aren't you gonna go introduce

yourself?

FAITH:

(not particularly

anxious to)

Of course.

She doesn't move.

PETER:

Do you want me to do it?

FAITH:

NO.

She takes a good look. Swallows hard. Reluctantly

approaches.

FAITH:

Hi...

He doesn't look up. She stands awkwardly over him, looking

back at Kate for support.

FAITH:

Uh-hem, excuse me, hello...

He cracks one eye, squints up at her.

MAN AT POOL:

You're in my sun.

FAITH:

(hopping out of

the way)

Oh. Sorry.

He closes his eyes.

FAITH:

Pardon me, but...

He squints up again.

MAN AT POOL:

What?

Beat.

FAITH:

(like an idiot)

Do you have the time?

He eyeballs her like she's some sort of curious life form.

MAN AT POOL:

Do I look like I'm wearing a watch?

He doesn't.

FAITH:

No, I guess not. I just thought

maybe--

When someone at the edge of the pool calls out,

O.S.

Hey, Damon.

But the person she's talking to doesn't respond. Instead,

somebody else, another MAN who'd been doing laps in the pool,

emerges.

HIM:

Yeah?

This is no ordinary mortal, this is a living monument to

mankind. He could've modeled for Michelangelo. Mel Gibson

feels like Jo-Jo-the-Dog-Faced-Boy next to this guy. The guys

in the Calvin Klein ads-- okay, let's say he looks like one

of those guys.

Kate's eyes shift to Peter, who suddenly sobers.

Back at the pool, a LITTLE KID is talking to Damon.

LITTLE KID:

Thanks for letting me borrow this.

The kid sets the Spillane tome back on his chair.

HIM:

No problem.

He gets out and starts toweling off, a halo of sunlight

glistening off his tanned, muscular body; reflecting in the

deep green pools of his eyes. She grabs hold of a nearby

chair as her knees start to give way.

FAITH:

(barely audible)

You're Damon Bradley?

HIM:

Uh huh.

Oh. My. Goddd.

It's now or never. She takes a deep breath. Lets it out.

FAITH:

Excuse me.

It's never. She goes running back inside.

KATE:

(whispering loudly)

Whatareyoudoing?!

FAITH:

(spinelessly)

What if he doesn't like me?

KATE:

It means you're a completely

worthless excuse for a human being,

and the fates have all conspired

to make you miserable.

FAITH:

My God... you're right.

KATE:

Faith, I'm kidding.

(stopping her)

Is this how you plan to get what

you want from life? When you

finally find it, you turn and run

away from it?

She gazes fearfully back out to the terrace.

PETER:

Hey, if she doesn't wanna meet him,

she doesn't wanna meet him.

Kate glares at him. Takes Faith by the shoulders.

KATE:

You have overcome everything it

took to get here. Every obstacle

to reach this moment. This fateful

moment. Now, it's in your hands.

She points toward the terrace.

KATE:

Is that what you want?

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