Only You Page #30

EXT. AMALFI DRIVE - DAY

Faith goes screeching around a curve. A few beats later, the

TAXI follows.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. STREETS OF ROME - DAY

Faith speeds through the tangled web of Roman traffic. Kate

and Larry in close pursuit.

EXT. ROME AIRPORT - DAY

Faith screeches to a halt in the passenger loading zone.

Dashes inside. Scans the DEPARTURE SCREEN for a flight to

BOSTON. Finds it: AMERICAN AIRLINES, GATE NUMBER 7, "ON

TIME", at 5:00. She checks her watch. It's 4:57. She starts

racing down the corridor.

INT. JET - DAY

Aboard the plane, Peter is settling into his seat.

INT. AIRPORT CORRIDOR - DAY

A vending machine. SOMEBODY at it with his back to us pushes

the Butterfinger button. The "SOLD OUT" light blinks on.

A FIST starts banging on machine. Faith sprints by.

Oblivious.

INT. GATE 7 - DAY

Faith rushes to GATE #7. Slaps something down on the desk

in front of the CLERK.

FAITH:

Boarding pass.

Blows past him. He sticks out an arm.

CLERK:

I'm afraid you're too late, m'am.

She stops. Breathing hard. Uncomprehending. He looks at

the pass.

CLERK:

And this isn't for this airline,

either.

Faith turns to the window to see the portable stairs once

again being pulled away from the cabin door. Deja vu. She

notices a side door. Only this time there are MEN with

MACHINE GUNS standing guard directly outside it. This, after

all, is Rome.

With her hands pressed plaintively against the glass, she

watches as the plane taxis away from the gate toward the

runway, to join the LINE-UP of other PLANES waiting for

take-off clearance. This jet, which we'll call "Peter's" jet,

is fifth in line.

INT. AIRPORT TERMINAL ENTRANCE - DAY

Kate and Larry come barrelling in.

INT. AIRPORT GIFT SHOP - DAY

Faith is buying one of those little portable Igloo ICE CHESTS.

With an "I Italy" logo. And an enormous roll of MASKING

TAPE.

A JET takes off. Peter's jet moves up a notch. Three to go.

INT. GATE NUMBER 7 - DAY

CLOSE ON the ICE CHEST. With a lot of tape wrapped around

it. And large lettering, "MEDICAL EMERGENCY" "DO NOT OPEN."

And a little red cross. It looks pretty tacky.

O.S.

A heart transplant?!

FAITH:

That's right. She's been waiting

a long time.

The clerk picks up the ice chest, starts trying to examine

it. Faith stops him.

FAITH:

I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

Hearts are very fragile.

Somebody else comes up. A SECURITY GUARD. He and the clerk

start conversing Italian.

OUT THE WINDOW --

Faith sees another jet take off. Two to go.

INSIDE --

Faith is anxiously looking from one authority to the to other,

vainly trying to follow their conversation. Finally the guard

turns to her,

CARABINIERE:

Who are you?

FAITH:

I'm the cardiologist.

The Clerk eyes the ice chest suspiciously.

CLERK:

You didn't have that with you

before.

(to the guard,

pointing to the

chest)

Prima non l'aveva con se.

FAITH:

It was late in arriving.

(with import)

But it's here now.

CARABINIERE:

Do you have any I.D.?

FAITH:

Look, I've given you my credit

card, my passport number. I've

paid for the flight. Now, while

you two sit here cross-examining

me, someone's future is hanging

in the balance.

OUT ON THE RUNWAY --

The last jet in front of Peter's is given clearance. It races

down the runway and disappears into the sky. And Peter's jet

taxis into position. ENGINES REVVING furiously.

INSIDE --

A whole flock of AIRPORT PERSONNEL are now conferring. A

crowd of other ONLOOKERS have gathered. A few of them start

mumbling opinions.

FAITH:

It's a heart, for godssakes. You

guys are Italian. Don't you get

it? It's the greatest gift one

human being can give another. Are

you telling me you're going to

stand there and deny her the chance

of a lifetime?

A GUY in the crowd with a "Dianetics" book in one hand and

a cigarette in the other, tosses in his two cents,

ONLOOKER:

Let the nut go...

CUT TO:

INT. JET - DAY

PILOT:

Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm afraid

we've got a temporary delay. We

have a medical emergency and are

going to have to head back to the

gate.

Passengers groan. The engines wind down, and the plane taxis

off the runway, back toward the terminal.

EXT. RUNWAY - DAY

The portable stairs are being wheeled back toward the cabin

door. Faith is waiting inside. Triumphant. When,

LOUDSPEAKER:

Damon Bradley. Signore Damon

Bradley. E pregato di recarsi

all'ufficio informazione.

For a moment, for just a fraction of a second, she hesitates.

LOUDSPEAKER:

Damon Bradley. Mr. Damon Bradley,

please meet your party at the

information booth.

Then we see the decision has been made. Ice chest in hand,

she strides confidently out the door toward the plane, without

a backward glance.

INT. AIRPORT INFORMATION BOOTH - DAY

Kate and Larry are waiting there.

O.S.

Larry Corbett?

Larry turns,

It's the smoker with the "Dianetics" volume.

STRANGER:

I thought that was you.

(he extends a hand)

Damon Bradley. Remember me?

He calls to a woman nearby,

DAMON BRADLEY:

Honey...

(to Larry)

This is my wife, Arlene.

(to her)

Larry and I played in Little League

together.

INT. JET - DAY

Faith walks up the steps and through the cabin door. She

spots Peter seated about halfway back. But he doesn't see

her. He's staring blankly out the window. She makes her way

to the open seat next to him. He looks up. Does a double

take.

FAITH:

I brought you something. Something

I didn't want you to leave without.

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