Out of Sight Page #18

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KAREN:

I get that. Tell them I'd rather pay

for my own.

She then watches the three guys looking at the waitress

delivering the message. Then they look at Karen. She gives

them a shrug, turns to watch the snow. Her drink arrives. She

takes a sip, looks up as one of the guys comes over...

EXECUTIVE GUY:

Excuse me. My associates and I made a

bet on what you do for a living.

She glances at the table, the other two watching.

EXECUTIVE GUY (CONT'D)

And I won. Hi, I'm Philip.

KAREN:

If it's okay with you, Philip, I'd

like to just have a quiet drink and

leave. Okay?

PHILIP:

Don't you want to know what I guessed?

How I know what you do for a living?

KAREN:

Tell you the truth, I'm not even mildly

curious. Really, I don't want to be

rude, Philip, I'd just like to be left

alone.

She turns back to the snowstorm. She sees his reflection turn

and leave. A moment later, the next one appears at the table.

EXECUTIVE GUY #2

I think I know why you're depressed --

if I may offer an observation.

She just looks at him. So sure of himself.

EXECUTIVE GUY #2 (CONT'D)

I have a hunch you're the new sales

rep and your customer isn't exactly

knocked out by the idea of a young

lady, even one as stunning as you,

handling the account. Am I close?

Hi, I'm Andy.

She says nothing to him.

ANDY:

We're ad guys. We flew in from New

York this morning to pitch Hiram Walker

Distillery, present this test-market

campaign for their new margarita mix.

What we do, we show this guy who looks

like a Mexican bandido, you know, with

the big Chihuahua hat, the bullet belts--

KAREN:

Andy? Really. Who gives a sh*t?

He gives her a sympathetic expression.

ANDY:

Want to tell me what happened?

KAREN:

Beat it, will you?

She stares at the guy until he turns away. She sips her drink,

stares once more out at the blizzard. After a few moments,

another dark suit appears, reflected in the window.

VOICE:

Can I buy you a drink?

Boom. Not one of the executive guys. She stares at the

reflection for a moment, then slowly turns, looks up at JACK

FOLEY now standing there in his new navy blue suit.

KAREN:

(beat)

Yeah, I'd love one.

(then)

Would you like to sit down?

He pulls the chair out, looking at her. The three guys at the

other table now staring as he sits down. Foley offers his

hand...

FOLEY:

I'm Gary.

She hesitates, then shakes his hand...

KAREN:

I'm Celeste.

She smiles with him. When she lowers her hand to the table,

his hand comes down to cover hers. She watches his expression

as she brings her hand out slowly, his eyes not leaving hers,

and lays her hand on his. The tips of her fingers brush his

knuckles, lightly back and forth.

KAREN (CONT'D)

It takes hours to get a drink around

here. There's only one waitress.

FOLEY:

I can go to the bar.

KAREN:

Don't leave me.

FOLEY:

Those guys bother you?

KAREN:

No, they're all right. I meant, you

just got here.

She picks up her drink and places it in front of him.

KAREN (CONT'D)

Help yourself.

She watches him take a sip, smack his lips.

FOLEY:

You like bourbon?

KAREN:

Love it.

FOLEY:

(passes the glass

back)

Well, we got that out of the way.

(then)

Tell me, Celeste. What do you do for

a living?

KAREN:

I'm a sales rep. I came here to call

on a customer and they gave me a hard

time because I'm a girl.

FOLEY:

Is that how you think of yourself?

KAREN:

What, as a sales rep?

FOLEY:

A girl.

KAREN:

I don't have a problem with it.

FOLEY:

I like your hair. And that suit.

KAREN:

I had one just like it -- well, it was

the same idea, but I had to get rid of

it.

FOLEY:

You did?

KAREN:

It smelled.

FOLEY:

Having it cleaned didn't help, huh?

KAREN:

No.

(then)

What do you do for a living, Gary?

FOLEY:

(beat)

How far do we go with this?

This stops her, throws her off balance.

KAREN:

Not yet. Don't say anything yet. Okay?

FOLEY:

I don't think it works if we're somebody

else. You know what I mean? Gary and

Celeste, Jesus, what do they know about

anything?

KAREN:

It's your game. I've never played

this before.

FOLEY:

It's not a game. Something you play.

KAREN:

Well, does it make sense to you?

FOLEY:

It doesn't have to, it's something

that happens. It's like seeing a person

you never saw before -- you could be

passing on the street -- you look at

each other and for a few seconds,

there's a kind of recognition. Like

you both know something. But then the

next moment the person's gone, and

it's too late to do anything about it,

but you remember it because it was

right there and you let it go, and you

think, "What if I had stopped and said

something?" It might happen only a

few times in your life.

KAREN:

Or once.

They look at each other a moment, then...

FOLEY:

Why don't we get out of here.

They both get up. The ad guys at the table watch as she follows

Foley to the elevator. Karen winks at them.

INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT

As they ride down to Karen's room. She looks at him, looks

away. The doors open and they exit.

INT. HER HOTEL SUITE

As he follows her in. She walks to the bar, fixes them each a

drink. He checks out the room, takes in her view.

KAREN:

How'd you find me?

He comes over to her, takes out the newspaper clipping with her

picture and shows it to her.

KAREN (CONT'D)

Oh, God...

FOLEY:

I called your room from downstairs.

KAREN:

If I had answered, what were you gonna

say?

FOLEY:

Well, I'd say who I was and do you

remember me and ask if you'd like to

meet for a drink.

KAREN:

If I remembered you. I came looking

for you. I would've said sure, let's

do it. But for all you knew I could

show up with a SWAT team. Why would

you trust me?

FOLEY:

It would be worth the risk.

She looks at him, touches his face with her hand...

KAREN:

You like taking risks.

FOLEY:

So do you.

He kisses her now, puts his arms around her.

KAREN:

What's the hurry, Jack? You have to

be somewhere?

She hands him his drink. They both drink, then...

KAREN (CONT'D)

Sooner or later...

She stops and he looks at her over the rim of her glass.

KAREN (CONT'D)

You really wear that suit.

FOLEY:

That's not what you were about to say.

She shrugs, lets it go. He puts down his drink, kisses her.

She lets him, then moves to the couch.

KAREN:

Remember how talkative you were? In

the trunk? Adele said you do that

when you're nervous.

FOLEY:

She did, huh.

KAREN:

You kept touching me, feeling my thigh.

FOLEY:

Yeah, but in a nice way.

He sits down and they kiss again. This time she peels his jacket

off. He does the same with hers. He's starting to unbutton

her blouse when--

FOLEY (CONT'D)

(unbuttoning)

I might've smelled like a sewer, but

you could tell I was a gentleman.

They say John Dillinger was a pretty

nice guy.

KAREN:

He killed a police officer.

He stops. Looks at her.

FOLEY:

I hear he didn't mean to. The cop

fell as Dillinger was aiming at his

leg and got him through the heart.

KAREN:

You believe that?

FOLEY:

Why not?

She looks at him, decides to get off this subject. Anyway he's

finished unbuttoning her blouse and is now putting his hands

inside her shirt. She closes her eyes.

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