Only You Page #5

SLOW FADE TO BLACK.

It's on a little BRIDE AND GROOM atop a massive wedding cake,

rotating to an endless loop of "We've Only Just Begun".

O.S.

Okay, it's settled.

Pull back to reveal Faith on the other side of the bakery

case.

FAITH:

This one, in vanilla. He wants

vanilla.

INT. CAR - EVENING

Kate and Larry are dressed up. Driving through a

thunderstorm.

LARRY:

This is the last one before the

wedding, right?

KATE:

Right.

LARRY:

And we didn't have to bring another

present?

KATE:

No.

EXT. DWAYNE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

A party. Champagne corks POP, MUSIC plays, GUESTS circulate.

We move around the room, picking up snatches of conversation.

Dwayne is leading Faith around by the hand. Thrusting her

ring finger into people's faces.

She's embarrassedly playing along.

DWAYNE:

That's right. Six grand. Can you

believe what they get for these

things? I'm telling you, it's

highway robbery.

He pats her ass proprietarily.

DWAYNE:

But she's worth it.

Her mother watches, beaming. Other elderly RELATIVES come

up to her, offering their congratulations.

ELDERLY RELATIVE

(sotto, to her

mother)

We'd almost given up hope, dear.

In another corner,

KATE:

Not only is it tacky, it's

exploitation.

LARRY:

It's not exploitation. These

people wanna sell and I wanna buy.

How are golf clubs exploitation?

(to a woman nearby)

She takes one night class and

suddenly she's a socialist.

KATE:

Sociologist. And because.

(ticking them off)

Pawn shops are just like

prostitutes, farm auctions and coal

miners. They're all for sale, but

none of 'em would be if they

weren't desperate for the money.

LARRY:

We're all desperate for the money,

doll. That's what made this

country great.

(to the woman

again)

Back me up on this Candy, am I

right?

KATE:

Don't call me doll, Larry. I hate

it when you call me doll.

LARRY:

You used to love it when I called

you doll.

KATE:

You said it differently then.

CUT TO:

Dwayne's got a captive audience and is holding court near the

front door. Faith is across the room, a tray of food in her

hands. The DOORBELL RINGS.

DWAYNE:

(ignoring it)

...I'm not kidding. All over the

metatarsus. Corns the size of your

fist-- and this fungus...

(searching)

You know the way tuna fish looks

when it's been in the back of the

refrigerator for about six months?

Anyway--

His listeners start silently returning their hors d'oeuvres

to the serving trays. The doorbell RINGS some more.

DWAYNE:

(to Faith)

Honey, could you get that? I'm

in the middle of a story here--

Faith sets down the tray. Goes to the door. Outside is

Leslie.

LESLIE:

Sorry I'm late. I was waiting for

a phone call.

Faith welcomes her in, introduces her to some other guests.

Larry comes over to congratulate his sister, gives her a kiss.

As he walks away,

KATE:

(contemptuously)

He begged me to marry him. I

didn't even want to marry him.

FAITH:

(not unkindly)

Yes you did.

KATE:

Well, I wouldn't've if I hadn't

thought I was in love.

Off her look.

KATE:

He tricked me. He was really fun

back then. And he was so cute...

(beat)

How was I supposed to know that

ten years down the road he'd turn

out to be an idiot?

Dwayne pops his head in.

DWAYNE:

Hon-ey, picture time.

Faith gets up to follow him. As they go, he turns to her,

DWAYNE:

You gonna leave your hair like

that?

Her hair looks exactly as it has all evening. But she's

anxiously trying to somehow rearrange it as the FLASH POPS,

and the FRAME FREEZES.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. DOORWAY - LATER THAT NIGHT

The party's over. They're saying goodnight to the few

remaining guests. The door closes one last time. Faith

starts cleaning up, picking up plates, etc. Dwayne's standing

in the bedroom doorway, unbuttoning his shirt, already getting

ready for bed.

DWAYNE:

This was really nice.

FAITH:

It was, wasn't it?

DWAYNE:

You did a terrific job, honey.

FAITH:

(pleased)

Thanks.

DWAYNE:

(putting his arms

around her)

And just think... This is only

the beginning.

He kisses her forehead. Releases her. Heads for the bedroom.

DWAYNE:

Oh, sweetie, you won't forget to

pick up my cleaning tomorrow, will

you?

She starts to respond, but-- he's already disappeared. A

distant roll of thunder rumbles through the room. The

candlelight flickers. And the rain descends.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

A sea of white, with a tiny face drowning in it. Massive

sleeves, an enormous hoop skirt, tiers of cascading ruffles

drenched in acres of white sequins.

FAITH:

I feel like the Good Witch of the

North.

Kate's helping Faith try on her gown and veil.

KATE:

Come on, it's not so bad.

FAITH:

Look how big it makes me look.

(she looks down)

I look like an Alp.

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