Only You Page #9

O.S.

Will you loan me some clothes?

Startled, she looks up. Kate is standing there, holding her

passport.

KATE:

(shrugs)

I keep it in the glove compartment

in case of emergencies.

FAITH:

You're coming with me?

Kate nods. Faith throws her arms around her.

KATE:

I'm not saying I think it's a good

idea. But if you're going to

insist on doing this, I don't think

you should go alone. You need to

be sensible about it.

Their flight is announced. They get up and start walking

towards the gate.

FAITH:

You're right. The key is to go

about this sensibly. Logically.

Rationally.

As they go,

FAITH:

Did I tell you I figured out we

both have the same number of

letters in our names?

INT. JET - NIGHT

As the plane slowly taxis, the FLIGHT ATTENDANTS go through

their standard litany of disaster. As usual, everybody is

ignoring them. Except for one passenger, who is looking

slightly green.

KATE:

You okay?

FAITH:

Sure. I'm fine. I don't know why

I never did this before. I mean,

what's the big deal?

The plane starts picking up speed.

FAITH:

Except for the fact that I could

lose my job.

The landscape is beginning to blur.

FAITH:

I could lose Dwayne.

They're rocketing down the runway.

FAITH:

(suddenly clutching

Kate's arm)

I'm afraid to fly.

The ear-splitting SHRIEK of a jet engine as the plane takes

off.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. MARCO POLO AIRPORT, VENICE - LATE AFTERNOON

The two women enter the terminal. Kate is jet-lagged and a

little dazed. Faith is like a kid on Christmas morning.

FAITH:

We're here, we're here, we're here!

I can't believe we're really here.

As they make their way to the baggage claim they're instantly

subjected to the Italian male's tendency to treat every female

in sight as if she were the first woman he'd ever seen in his

life. Faith looks around ingenuously,

FAITH:

You know what?... It seems like

there's a lot more available men

in Italy.

Kate rolls her eyes, grabs Faith by the elbow and steers her

out of there.

EXT. DOCKS, PIAZZALE ROMA - SUNSET

Our first view of Italy which, visually, is meant to be

idealized. A place where the light is always golden, and the

streets are full of magic and romance. It's not the real

Italy, it's the Italy of guidebooks. Of memories and

dreams...

They stand at the edge of the docks which lead to the floating

city. Faith looks around.

FAITH:

Now what do we do?

KATE:

The book said they have boats that

are like taxis...

(scans LET'S GO)

Vaporettos.

(looking up)

What's the name of the place we're

staying again?

FAITH:

(cheerfully pulling

out the cocktail

napkin)

It's called... the Gritty Palace.

KATE:

"Gritty"? Is this gonna be one

of those youth hostel dives jammed

with backpackers who don't believe

in deodorant?

FAITH:

I don't know... Maybe. Think of

it as an adventure.

Faith spots a vaporetto. As they dash towards it, somebody

pinches Kate.

KATE:

Ow! What the--

She looks behind her. The only person in the immediate

vicinity is a NINE-YEAR-OLD BOY, looking innocent. She WHACKS

him.

KATE:

Cretin.

They step aboard just as the boat takes off, and Faith gazes

out into the distance, leaning out across the railing.

FAITH:

Oh, look Kate, look how

beautiful...

And it is... as they sail toward the splendor that is Venice

at twilight.

EXT. THE GRAND CANAL - TWILIGHT

Magic hour. They float past ancient pallazi, their crumbling

facades rejuvenated in the gentle evening light. Gondoliers

glide by. Candlelit windows cast shimmering patches of gold

down onto the water. It's just like the movies... Eventually

the DRIVER calls out,

TAXI DRIVER:

Gritti Palace.

Faith can barely contain herself as they pull up alongside

one of the most elegant and expensive hotels in Venice.

Former home to Hemingway and Maugham. Dock lanterns glow,

beckoning them into its sumptuous surroundings.

FAITH:

This is pretty ni-iice...

Kate smiles, then realizes,

KATE:

(grabbing Faith's

arm)

This is a Lifestyles hotel.

FAITH:

What?

KATE:

"Of the Rich and Famous". Of which

we are neither. Are you out of

your mind? We can't afford this.

FAITH:

(looking up at it)

Are you sure?

KATE:

Yes.

(folding her arms)

Cathy Lee Crosby stayed here.

FAITH:

Well, we're here. And more

importantly, he's here.

(stepping forward)

We'll cut back on everything else.

She thanks the driver. Pays him. Steps off the boat. Kate

doesn't move.

FAITH:

Kate. It's one night.

She still doesn't move.

FAITH:

They take credit cards.

She's a statue.

FAITH:

We get frequent flyer miles.

EXT. GRITTI PALACE ENTRANCE - TWILIGHT

They enter the elegant lobby of the restored 15th century

palazzo.

FAITH:

I'm so glad I got up the nerve to

do this. All my life, I've waited

for men to call. Waited for them

to ask me out. Waited for them

to make the first move. Well, no

more of that. I am finally taking

charge of my own destiny.

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