Only You Page #25

LATER STILL. The candles have burnt low. The plates are

being cleared. Francesca and Peter are feeding each other

dessert. Giggling. Damon snaps his fingers at a waiter.

HIM:

El checko, por favor.

Annoyed, the WAITER totals up their tab and starts to hand

it to him. Damon motions towards Faith. She takes it, starts

pulling out lire as he and his mother get up.

PETER:

Say, I saw where they had motor

boats for rent down in the harbor.

Why don't we all go for an evening

cruise around the bay?

FAITH:

I don't know if that's such a--

DAMON AND HIS MOTHER

(in unison)

Great idea!

Faith is still counting as Damon and his mother, Peter and

Francesca all head for the door. She finally finishes,

hurries to her feet to catch up with Peter,

FAITH:

(at his side)

Why are you doing this?

PETER:

I just wanted to keep an eye on

you. The guy's a total stranger,

remember?

FAITH:

So were you.

PETER:

Exactly.

(beat)

Besides, no hard feelings. You

found somebody. I found somebody.

I thought we could double.

EXT. HOTEL ROOM TERRACE - EVENING

Kate and Giovanni are dining outside on the vine-covered

terrace.

GIOVANNI:

This is back when I was in school,

you take those tests, you know?

They said I should go into physical

therapy.

(he takes a bite)

Or wood-working.

She looks confused.

GIOVANNI:

(simply)

I'm good with my hands.

The phone RINGS.

KATE:

Hold that thought.

Kate goes inside to pick it up.

KATE:

Hello?

EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Faith at a pay phone outside the restaurant.

FAITH:

Kate. Thank God you're there.

I need help.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

KATE:

Uh huh... Okay, we'll be there.

How is he, anyway?

EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Faith glances over at Damon -- as he pinches a woman walking

by.

FAITH:

It's still a little too early to

say...

EXT. A BOAT IN THE TYRRHENIAN SEA - NIGHT

Kate and Giovanni are here. Damon's mother is in the corner.

Snoring. Damon is pontificating on global policy to Peter.

HIM:

Irregardless of the politics. It's

time we stopped dicking around.

I'm telling you, nuculear is the

only way out.

PETER:

But don't you think that's a little

short-sighted?

KATE:

(sotto, to Faith)

Not only is he a momma's boy and

a fascist, he says "nuculear" and

"irregardless".

FAITH:

No one's perfect, Kate.

KATE:

And he is living proof.

FAITH:

No, I think maybe you've been

right. I think I may have been

too critical in the past.

Damon BELCHES loudly.

KATE:

Faith, if I may say so, you picked

a helluva time to come to this

realization.

HIM (O.S.)

Human rights, shmuman rights.

FAITH:

(hope springs

eternal)

Maybe I can change him.

KATE:

I thought this was supposed to be

the one guy in the world you

wouldn't need to change.

They stare over at him.

FAITH:

Maybe if I kiss him I'll feel it.

KATE:

Or maybe it'll turn him back into

a toad.

DISSOLVE TO:

LATER. Francesca is idly running her fingers through Peter's

hair.

FAITH:

Well, what about books? You like

Hemingway? You gotta love

Hemingway.

PETER:

The Sun Also Rises. For Whom the

Bell Tolls. The Old Man and the--

HIM:

He's alright. For a closet homo.

Faith's jaw muscles tighten slightly as she tries to take this

in stride.

FAITH:

How about music? You like

classical?

PETER:

The Boston Pops. Season tickets.

Damon yawns.

FAITH:

Well, how about those old romantic

movies with those great stars, huh?

Like Audrey Hepburn.

PETER:

Actually, I think I prefer

Katherine Hepburn.

HIM:

Audrey was cool.

Finally. She smiles. Damon SPITS noisily over the side.

HIM:

Too bad she didn't have any tits.

DISSOLVE TO:

Kate is listing things. Faith and Damon are nodding their

heads, yes and no. Never in unison.

KATE:

Baseball. Carmelcorn. Organized

religion. Sting. Grape-flavored

candy. The Marx Brothers. Long

foreplay. Gardening. Drum solos.

Dogs. Mai tais.

DISSOLVE TO:

Kate, checking her list.

KATE:

Amazing. With the exception of

fruitcake, which, let's be honest,

everybody hates,

(looks up)

you two have absolutely nothing

whatsoever in common.

(re-checking her

list)

That's got to be almost

statistically impossible.

Francesca and Peter are up towards the bow of the boat,

cavorting, hanging on each other. Faith is facing them, with

her back to Damon.

FAITH:

(not wanting to

look)

What's he doing now?

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