Only You Page #23

Is this a trick question?

KATE:

Then go get it.

EXT. POOL - MOMENTS LATER

He's picking up his things.

O.S.

Hi again...

He looks up.

HIM:

(perfectly

friendly)

Hello.

FAITH:

(nervously

fingering her

necklace)

Beautiful place...

HIM:

Sure is.

A pause.

FAITH:

Been here long?

HIM:

Just since yesterday.

FAITH:

I just got here, too. Not

yesterday. But, just now. Today.

Just a few minutes ago.

(looking around)

Yeah, we just got here... I mean,

I just got here. I'm single.

He looks at her. Uh huh.

FAITH:

(chickening out)

Well, I'll probably be seeing you

around, then.

She starts to skulk away.

HIM:

(politely)

I hope so.

She pauses, turns,

FAITH:

I was wondering...

(not looking at

him)

Do you have dinner plans?

HIM:

Tonight?

FAITH:

(her eyes

tentatively meet

his)

Any night.

HIM:

Well, not exactly...

FAITH:

Would you be willing to have dinner

with me?

A slow smile creeps across his lips. Why not?

HIM:

Sure.

FAITH:

(somehow

maintaining)

You would? Really?

He nods.

FAITH:

Okay. Okay, how about I meet you

at the restaurant at the base of

the stairs at, say, 8:30?

A smile that would melt Nome in January,

HIM:

I'll look forward to it.

FAITH:

(backing away)

Okay. Good. See you then, then.

She's about to trip over a chaise lounge.

HIM:

Wait.

FAITH:

Yes?

HIM:

Aren't you going to tell me who

you are?

FAITH:

(stepping forward)

Oh, Faith. My name's Faith.

HIM:

(extending a hand)

It's a pleasure to meet you, Faith.

He takes her hand. Kisses it. Peter rolls his eyes.

She turns around and dashes back inside. We hear an

ear-splitting SHRIEK of excitement come from inside the hotel.

Damon smiles to himself.

EXT. POSITANO - DAY

The jet-setters have Sardinia, this is a resort with bohemian

roots and small town charm. A barber sets his chair in the

street outside his shop. A workman is polishing the bronze

mermaid out in front of "Siren Travel".

"Two Gentlemen from Verona" is being performed at the

community theatre. Housewives open shutters, shopkeepers

sweep storefronts of fruit stands, pottery and linen shops.

Men carry armloads of flowers, boxes of lemons and gleaming

fish to market. Children play at the edge of the sea.

Mayberry in Italy.

Kate and Giovanni are down at the beach, frolicking in the

water.

And Faith is strolling through town, floating on air. She

spots a dress in a clothing store window.

INT. CLOTHING SHOP - DAY

Faith emerges from a dressing room in something summery and

flowing. She looks beautiful.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HOTEL ROOM - SUNSET

A jar of green goo. Faith's plastering one of those green

clay masks to her face. Her dress is hanging on the door.

She's got rollers in her hair. She and Kate are getting ready

for dinner.

FAITH:

Did you see his eyes? I've never

seen eyes that green. And he was

so nice. Did you see how nice he

was? He was really nice.

There's a KNOCK at the door. She freezes.

KATE:

I thought you were meeting him

there?

Panicking, Faith dashes to the bathroom, starts frantically

rinsing off the mask.

FAITH:

That's what I thought.

Kate opens the door. It's Peter.

KATE:

Oh, it's you.

(to Faith)

It's only Peter.

PETER:

Thanks.

KATE:

Sorry...

Relieved, Faith steps out from behind the bathroom door, still

wiping green stuff off her face.

FAITH:

Hi, Peter.

PETER:

Hi.

An awkward beat.

FAITH:

Come on in.

He does.

PETER:

So. You found him.

FAITH:

You found him. I don't know how

to thank you.

He shrugs.

PETER:

Well, it looks like we both lucked

out. I just met somebody myself.

Somebody my aunt introduced me to.

FAITH:

(a little

surprised)

Oh. That's nice.

PETER:

Yeah.

Beat.

PETER:

And she's a knock-out, too.

FAITH:

Well, good. Good for you.

PETER:

Anyway, that's why I came by. I

need to fix this button. Do you

have a needle and thread?

This is pretty transparent, but she politely plays along.

As she starts looking through her stuff, he starts idly

fingering their toiletries. Smells her perfume, etc.

PETER:

So, you're going to dinner?

She nods.

PETER:

Where are you going? Just-- out

of curiosity...

FAITH:

Just to that place down at the

bottom of the stairs. Nothing

fancy.

She hands him the needle and thread.

PETER:

Oh, thanks.

(really trying)

Well, have a good time.

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