Only You Page #27

FAITH:

Kate is that you?

KATE:

Uh huh.

FAITH:

I didn't expect you back so soon.

Kate closes the door.

KATE:

Well, I realized, if you're getting

married, you're gonna be needing

the maid of honor, right?

FAITH:

Actually, no. There's not going

to be a wedding.

KATE:

Oh.

Beat.

KATE:

Well... I ought to be getting home

anyway. The kids'll be back from

camp soon. The house is probably

a mess.

FAITH:

And Larry?...

KATE:

What about Larry?

FAITH:

I don't know. I've just been

thinking... maybe this destiny

thing is more of a do-it-yourself

operation. Maybe the things that

are meant to be are the things we

want badly enough to fight for.

The room is quiet. You can hear the waves in the distance.

KATE:

Maybe...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HOTEL ROOM - DAWN

It's a glorious morning. Birds chirp. The sea shimmers in

the distance. Faith is standing outside a hotel room door.

She takes a deep breath. Knocks. It opens. Peter.

PETER:

Hi.

FAITH:

Hi. Are you... busy?

PETER:

No.

(beat)

Are you're leaving?

FAITH:

No. I just came by to apologize.

He looks at her questioningly.

FAITH:

It seems like ever since I found

out about this guy, this name, I've

been kind of crazy. Like I was

on drugs or something.

PETER:

I know the feeling.

FAITH:

Yeah... Well, anyway, I also

wanted to tell you, I'm not getting

married.

PETER:

You aren't?

FAITH:

No. I mean yes, I'm not. I

decided to call it off. Well,

actually, it was kind of mutual.

PETER:

Well. Congratulations.

FAITH:

Thank you.

(beat)

So, since I have a few more days

of vacation left, I was wondering

if maybe you'd want to do something

sometime. I mean, you know, if

you don't have... other plans.

PETER:

Are you asking me out?

Beat.

FAITH:

Yes. I am.

PETER:

(gently)

In that case... no...

She looks down at the ground. Nods.

PETER:

I don't have other plans.

She looks back up.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

Kate goes to the desk for her key. The concierge hands it

to her, along with something else. An envelope.

KATE:

What's this?

CONCIERGE:

From an admirer...

She hesitantly opens it. Inside is a college catalogue. A

note:
"Please turn to page 51". Puzzled, she opens it to

page 51. The Sociology section. A class is circled:

"Trans-gender Modes of Communication in Post-Modern Society".

And another note in the margin: "You want to take it with me?"

LARRY steps into view from around a corner. She looks up.

Tears in her eyes.

EXT. THE STEPS - DAY

Peter and Faith are overlooking the sea, towards Capri.

PETER:

You can't come to Southern Italy

and not see the Blue Grotto.

FAITH:

I just need to run up and get my

bathing suit.

PETER:

Okay. I'll meet you at the dock

in ten minutes.

As she dashes off,

PETER:

Hurry...

EXT. POSITANO VILLAGE - DAY

Faith is on her way back to her room. She passes the

community playhouse where two teenage kids are up on ladders,

suspending a banner across the stairs announcing a new play:

"The Odyssey". One kid accidentally drops his end, and it

goes fluttering down across her path. Faith stops to retrieve

it and is handing it back up to him when she glances at the

window where the eight-by-tens of the play's stars are being

changed. The new star of the show is noneother than Damon

Bradley. Only his name isn't Damon Bradley. It's LEONARD

GILINSKY. She stares at the photo. And suddenly has trouble

breathing.

EXT. DOCK - DAY

Peter is waiting at the dock. Checks his watch.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Faith is packing. Furiously hurling stuff into a suitcase.

Peter shows up at the door.

PETER:

Is something the matter?

FAITH:

GET OUT!!

Backing behind it,

PETER:

(sotto)

I'd call that a yes.

(peeking around

the corner)

Do I get a hint?

FAITH:

You want a hint? I'll give you

a hint. You are the lowest, most

despicable, most reprehensible form

of reptilian swine--

PETER:

There's no such thing.

FAITH:

What?

PETER:

Reptilian swine. There's no such

thing. Reptiles aren't swine.

FAITH:

Who cares?! You hired an actor??

PETER:

I don't know what you're talking

about.

(a nervous beat)

Who told you that?

FAITH:

No one had to tell me. He's

starring in the local play.

A bead of sweat rolls down his neck.

FAITH:

You did, didn't you? You got

somebody to pretend to be him?

Tell me the truth. For once.

He takes a deep breath.

PETER:

Alright. The truth is... I thought

we had something here.

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