Only You Page #24

FAITH:

(heartfelt)

You too.

As he exits,

PETER:

Hey--

FAITH:

What?

PETER:

Nice dress.

FAITH:

(gracious and

indebted)

Thank you, Peter. Thank you so

much.

He nods and leaves. She looks at Kate.

Faith emerges from her room and starts down the steep hillside

stairs that lead to the village. Lights along the shore are

beginning to glitter; a warm breeze flows in like silk. It's

the sort of moment and sort of place where all dreams seem

within reach.

Down below she can see him waiting for her outside the

restaurant door. She pauses a moment to take it all in. He

looks up and sees her. Blows a kiss up to her. She

practically swoons.

As she arrives at the foot of the stairs, he takes her hand,

HIM:

You look like a goddess.

INT. BUCA DI BACCO RESTAURANT - TWILIGHT

A open-air place, overlooking the sea. Waves crash.

Moonlight glistens on the water. Guitarists stroll by,

singing sentimental Neopolitan ballads. It's all almost too

good to be true. They're led to a table and he pulls out her

chair. The perfect gentleman. A WAITER comes over to welcome

them. Asks if they'd like a drink.

HIM:

(to Faith)

Wine?

She's a little giddy.

FAITH:

Sure.

HIM:

(to the waiter)

Brunello di Montalcino, '85,

please.

Back to her.

HIM:

(leaning forward)

You know, I noticed you out at the

pool even before we spoke. I could

sense the chemistry between us.

FAITH:

(a little

flustered)

Really?

HIM:

(bedroom eyes)

Really...

DISSOLVE TO:

The WAITER arrives with the wine. Pours. She raises a glass.

FAITH:

Well, to-- new friends.

HIM:

And more...

They toast.

FAITH:

So, I guess you're probably

wondering why I asked you to

dinner...

He sets down his glass.

HIM:

Not really. Happens to me all the

time.

An awkward laugh. It probably does. Damon picks up his menu,

scans the prices.

HIM:

Well, f*** me.

She must be hearing things.

FAITH:

Excuse me?

HIM:

Nothing.

(clearing his

throat)

Prices are a little steep here,

aren't they?

FAITH:

Don't worry about it. You're my

guest.

She picks up her menu.

FAITH:

What looks good?

HIM:

(perusing it)

Hmmmm... Well, the scampi sounds

good...

FAITH:

You like shrimp? I like shrimp.

Small world.

They're still pondering their options when another COUPLE

stroll in and are led to the table directly next to theirs.

It's Peter and his date, FRANCESCA. And this time he was

telling the truth. She's stunning. All suntanned legs and

skintight spandex. Beaming, he pulls out her chair. Faith

just stares at him. As he moves around the table to sit down,

his eye catches hers.

PETER:

(sotto)

What?...

FAITH:

(hissing)

What are you doing here?

PETER:

We were hungry.

She turns her back on him.

HIM:

(looking up from

his menu)

So what do you think?

FAITH:

(distracted)

Uh, the scampi sounds good to me,

too.

O.S.

Damon. There you are.

An ELEPHANT OF A WOMAN approaches, Damon waves her over.

HIM:

(to Faith)

I didn't think you'd mind...

She proceeds to plant herself at their table.

HIM:

Faith, this is my mother.

FAITH:

Oh, hello.

HIM:

Mommy, this is Faith.

Trying to conceal her surprise, Faith politely extends a hand.

FAITH:

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bradley.

Peter drops his napkin, leans over towards Faith to retrieve

it,

PETER:

(whispering into

her ear)

"Mommy"?

DISSOLVE TO:

LATER. Their food has arrived. Francesca is rubbing Peter's

leg under the table. Faith is trying to ignore this.

FAITH:

So, you say you've been to Italy

before?

HIM:

A few times. It's kind of an

annual tradi--

PETER:

(to Damon)

Pardon me, but could we borrow your

salt?

Faith glares at him.

HIM:

Sure.

He hands it over.

FAITH:

You were saying...

PETER:

(to Damon)

Boy, that looks tasty. What is

that?

HIM:

(chewing)

Scampi.

DAMON'S MOTHER

Damon. Not with your mouth full.

PETER:

Scampi, huh? I love scampi. I

practically always get it in these

seafood places. Is that good

scampi?

Damon nods. Swallows.

HIM:

You want to try some?

PETER:

(pleased with

himself)

Sure. I'll trade you some of my

pasta.

They start cheerily exchanging portions.

DISSOLVE TO:

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