Only You Page #7

PHONE:

(he's distracted)

Huh? Uh, yeah-- I've gotta run.

Tell Dwayne hi. Maybe someday we

can all get together.

Click.

FAITH:

But wait-- Hello? Hello??

But there is only a dial tone. She stands there clinging

desperately to the receiver. A woman adrift in a life raft

who's suddenly seen a ship appear, then disappear back over

the horizon.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - AFTERNOON

Faith, still in her wedding gown, is racing to her car. A

crazed gleam in her eye. Kate is tagging after her.

FAITH:

It's a miracle.

KATE:

It's a coincidence.

FAITH:

The woman at my dry cleaners

believes there's no such thing as

coincidence.

Kate looks at her. So what?

FAITH:

(breathlessly)

Okay, okay, but don't you think

it's a weird coincidence? Doesn't

it seem like somebody's trying to

tell me something? And not only

that, take a look at this...

Faith pulls a clipped copy of the day's horoscope from her

purse. Kate scans the column.

KATE:

Taurus:
"Today can be a fresh start

and a new beginning."

(dropping it to

her side)

Come on Faith, they all say that.

In my case it means I'm gonna empty

the dishwasher.

She snatches back the paper, undeterred.

FAITH:

I just want to get a look at him,

that's all.

EXT. ROADWAY - AFTERNOON

Faith is driving like a maniac, her hoop skirt crammed in over

the edge of the dash, blocking the lower half of the

windshield.

EXT. AIRPORT - AFTERNOON

Faith screeches to a halt in the passenger loading zone,

somehow manages to muscle the round hoop into an ellipse, and

springs out the door.

She mashes herself into one of those glass-partitioned

revolving doors, but gets stuck, making a few revolutions

before a couple of PASSERS-BY help pry her out on the other

side.

She scans a departure screen for the flight to Venice and

buttonholes a SKY CAP. He points to the distance.

She hikes up her gown and starts sprinting through the

airport, jumping luggage, can-can-ing through the turnstiles,

dodging kids, running up the down escalator.

INT. ALITALIA CHECK-IN COUNTER - AFTERNOON

Faith flings herself across the counter.

FAITH:

(breathlessly)

Flight 417. Is it still here?

The CLERK gives her the once-over. He hasn't seen this ploy

in awhile.

CLERK:

May I see your boarding pass,

please?

FAITH:

I-- I must've misplaced it.

CLERK:

I'm sorry, but without a boarding

pass we can't let you on the plane.

She starts digging through her purse, at the same time slowly

inching her way past the little rope they put up to block

people.

FAITH:

(a smile)

I'm sure I've got it here

someplace...

He smiles back. And tightens the rope.

CLERK:

Great. Because, like I said, until

you find it, we can't let you on

the plane.

FAITH:

(panic rising in

her voice)

You don't understand. The man I'm

supposed to marry is on that plane.

CLERK:

Okay, ma'am, just a moment.

He picks up his phone.

CLERK:

Yeah, this is Mario over at

Alitalia.

(sotto)

We've got a 237 on our hands here.

Uh huh. Yeah. Thanks.

He hangs up. The engines can be heard revving outside.

CLERK:

(back to her with

a plastic smile)

It'll be just a moment.

We see a SECURITY GUARD approaching. The Clerk starts waving

him over. Meanwhile, CREW MEMBERS off an arriving flight are

entering through a side door. Using her dress as a shield,

Faith manages to wedge a foot in it.

As the clerk turns to address the guard, she darts out and

starts sprinting across the tarmac for the plane-- where

they've just finished pulling the portable stairs away from

the cabin door.

As the plane starts to taxi, the GROUND CONTROLLER waves

frantically at her to get out of the way. With an anguished

cry, she sinks to the ground as the jet SCREAMS overhead.

INT. AIRPORT BAR - AFTERNOON

CLOSE on a shooter of tequila. A white-gloved hand picks it

up and downs it. When,

O.S.

Okay, where's the nut in the dress?

The BARTENDER casts a sympathetic glance towards the end of

the bar. Points. She's a pitiful figure, this bride in her

torn wedding gown getting bombed all alone.

SECURITY GUARD:

(taking her by the

arm)

Look, ma'am, we agreed not to press

charges. But I'm afraid we're

gonna have to ask you to leave.

The bartender turns to her.

BARTENDER:

Can you drive? Do you want us to

call you a cab?

FAITH:

(not at all fine)

No, thank you. I'm fine.

She gets up shakily.

BARTENDER:

I think we better call you a cab.

(picking up the

phone)

Where is it you want to go?

Her eyes drift to the DEPARTURE SCREEN. There's another

flight leaving for Venice in one hour. And a sudden light

in her eyes.

Kate is on the telephone.

KATE:

But you're afraid to fly.

INT. AIRPORT - NIGHT

Faith is at a pay phone. Feeling no pain.

FAITH:

It was my New Year's resolution

to overcome it.

KATE (ON PHONE)

But it's July.

FAITH:

It's still the new year...

KATE (ON PHONE)

What about your job?

FAITH:

I have vacation time coming to me.

KATE (ON PHONE)

You don't have a passport.

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