Rear Window Page #10

CARL:

(Off)

Yes ma'am.

LISA:

(Enthusiastically)

Let's open the wine now. It's a

Montrachet.

JEFF:

(Appreciatively)

A big glassful.

She moves to a small bar set in the wall cabinet.

Produces two glasses, hold them up.

LISA:

Big enough?

JEFF:

Fine. Corkscrew's on the right.

She finds it. Puts the glasses on the table, uncovers the

wine, and begins screwing in the corkscrew.

LISA:

I couldn't think of anything more

boring and tiresome than what you've

been through. And the last week must

be the hardest.

JEFF:

Yeah -- I want to get this thing off

and get moving.

LISA:

(Struggling with cork)

Well, I'm going to make this a week

you'll never forget.

Carl comes out of the kitchen carrying the empty warming

oven. He sets it down he sees Lisa struggling with the

corkscrew.

CARL:

Let me, madam.

She does. He takes out his own professional corkscrew, quickly

inserts it and levers the cork out. He deftly wraps the napkin

around the bottle and pours the wine, replacing the bottle

in the wine bucket. Lisa has opened her purse to produce

some money, in bills. She hands it to the waiter.

LISA:

This will take care of the taxi as

well.

Carl, without looking at the money, puts it in his pocket.

CARL:

Thank you, Miss Fremont.

He picks up the warning oven.

CARL:

Have a pleasant dinner, Mr. Jefferies.

JEFF:

Thank you.

Carl goes up the stairs and out the door, while THE CAMERA

REMAINS on Lisa and Jeff. She picks up both glasses of wine

and walks toward Jeff. She seats herself on the windowsill

as she hands him his glass. We notice that the outside is

considerably darker by now, and the lights are beginning to

come on in the various apartments outside. They raise their

glasses in a silent toast, and sip the wine. THE CAMERA CLOSES

IN until they are both in a tight TOW SHOT.

LISA:

What a day I've had!

JEFF:

Tired?

LISA:

Not a bit. I was all morning in a

sales meeting. Then over to the

Waldorf for a quick drink with Madame

Dufresne -- just over from Paris.

With some spy reports. Back to the

"21" for lunch with the Harper's

Bazaar people -- that's when I ordered

dinner. Then two Fall showings --

twenty blocks apart. Then I had to

have a cocktail with Leland and Slim

Hayward -- we're trying to get his

next show.

(Softly, looking up

to him)

Then I had to dash back and change.

JEFF:

(Mock seriousness --

one girl to another)

Tell me -- what was Slim Hayward

wearing?

LISA:

(Seriously)

She looked very cool. She had on a

mint green --

She breaks off with a little laugh, and a slight reproachful

look at Jeff. She sips her drink then says:

LISA:

And to think, I planted three nice

items about you in the columns today.

Jeff's opinion of that is a short chuckle.

LISA:

You can't buy that kind of publicity.

JEFF:

That's good news.

LISA:

Someday you might want to open up

your own studio here.

JEFF:

How could I run it from say --

Pakistan?

She puts down her glass and slides along the window seat

nearer to him, THE CAMERA CLOSING IN. She looks up at him

with a serious frankness.

LISA:

Jeff -- isn't it time you came home?

You could pick your assignment.

JEFF:

I wish there was one I wanted.

LISA:

Make the one you want.

JEFF:

(As if he can't believe

her)

You mean leave the magazine?

LISA:

Yes.

JEFF:

For what?

LISA:

For yourself -- and me.

(She adds eagerly)

I could get you a dozen assignments

tomorrow... fashion, portraits --

Jeff interrupts her with soft laughter.

LISA:

(Offended)

Don't laugh. -- I could do it!

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