Only You Page #28

FAITH:

I can't believe you did that!

PETER:

And I can't believe you are so

stubborn and so blind as to let

some stranger, some phantom you've

never even met destroy it.

FAITH:

(turning on him)

You're the reason I never met him.

You knew it was the thing I most

wanted in life and you sabotaged

it.

PETER:

I sabotaged it? You're the one

who lost him, remember?

FAITH:

Well, I might've found him again

if I hadn't left Rome to make this

pointless trip down here with you.

PETER:

As I recall, you were on your way

home. And I didn't want you to

go so, yes, I told you a little

white lie.

FAITH:

A "little white lie"? A "little

white lie"?

PETER:

What would you call it?

FAITH:

I would call it-- unforgivable.

Silence.

PETER:

Don't you think you're overreacting

just a little here? We're talking

about love, okay? Let's be

rational.

FAITH:

Rational?! Love is not rational!

Are you crazy?

PETER:

(throwing up his

hands)

Yes. I'm crazy. You have driven

me crazy. No one in their right

mind would go to this much trouble

to win over someone as insane as

you. Did it ever, even for one

second, occur to you how much work

it was to set all this up? How

many arrangements had to be made?

How many players had to be

coordinated?

FAITH:

Gee, I'm flattered. What an

incredibly romantic gesture.

Cancel the roses, I've decided to

lie to her instead.

PETER:

Very funny.

FAITH:

No, it isn't. I called off my

wedding all because of you.

A beat.

PETER:

(touched)

Really?...

FAITH:

(realizing this

herself for the

first time)

Yes.

Then,

PETER:

And this is the thanks I get. I

did you a favor. You never wanted

to marry that joker in the first

place.

FAITH:

That's not the point.

(realizing she's

just given herself

away)

And what if I had wanted to?

PETER:

If you had wanted to, you'd have

gone home.

Then, more calmly,

PETER:

Look, I just thought if you finally

got rid of this obsession with this

name, if you could get it out of

your system once and for all, then

maybe you'd be able to stop waiting

and open your heart to someone

real. Granted, ideally, me. I

didn't do it to hurt you. I did

it for you.

(beat)

I did it for us...

FAITH:

There is no us.

His eyes harden.

PETER:

Oh, that's right. There's only

him. Mr. Perfect Imaginary Man.

You know, I gave you more credit

than you deserved. The truth is,

you're in love with the fantasy.

You're afraid of something real.

And he storms out the door.

EXT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - DAY

CLOSE ON a pile of cornball souvenirs. A little gondola.

A little colosseum. The little liqueur bottles.

Kate and Larry are at a table. She's been collecting things

for him all along the way.

LARRY:

Are you kidding? All that stuff

was for you, Kate. It just seemed

like you were mad at me, so I

thought maybe if I-- I hate Polo...

Kate smiles. In love with him all over again.

LARRY:

There's just one thing I still

don't understand.

She looks at him.

LARRY:

I don't have a great aunt in Italy.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

Peter, carrying his suitcase, turns in his key to the

concierge. Signs his bill. And resignedly exits out the door.

ANGLE on the mermaid out in front of "SIREN TRAVEL". Inside,

Faith is waiting in line. She steps up to the window. On

the other side of the counter is Damon. That is, is Leonard.

FAITH:

You...

LEONARD:

(a little uneasy)

Hi there...

FAITH:

Before you start picking your nose,

I know he put you up to it.

He looks disappointed.

LEONARD:

It was the moth stuff that gave

it away, didn't it?

(to himself)

I knew that was too much.

FAITH:

No, you gave a very convincing

performance. And you'll be pleased

to know that your eight-by-ten

glossy is now on display at the

local playhouse.

LEONARD:

My picture's up?

He conveys this to a co-worker in Italian. They exchange

high-fives.

FAITH:

(glumly)

Congratulations.

LEONARD:

Thanks.

FAITH:

So, this is what you do? I mean

when you're not playing other

parts?

LEONARD:

I take it things didn't work out

between the two of you?

She shakes her head.

LEONARD:

That's a shame.

She shrugs. Heh.

FAITH:

Yeah, well... Anyway, I'm here to

pick up my ticket. TWA, Flight

877.

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