Runaway Bride Page #11

Maggie looks ready to cry.

PEGGY:

I'm not worried about you and Cory or

Cory and me or even that you're

irreversibly screwed up. But, Maggie,

you've been like this since we were

kids. And I think now that you are

aware of it and that it hurts people's

feelings, maybe it's time to move on

with your life and commit to someone of

your own, like Bob, if he's the one.

MAGGIE:

I think you're right.

(then)

Is there anything I can do to make it

up to you?

PEGGY:

Something that brings warmth to my heart.

(pause)

Duckbill platypus.

MAGGIE:

It's only funny at Camp Birchwood at

three in the morning at a tick hunt.

It's not anymore.

Maggie makes her funny face. Peggy doesn't laugh.

PEGGY:

You're right. It's not funny now.

Maybe we both grew up.

MAGGIE:

Thanks. Will you fix my hair?

CUT TO:

EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - LATER THAT MORNING

Maggie exits her house, gets on her bike and rides off towards

town.

INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM - LATER THAT MORNING

Ike is still in bed. He slowly blinks awake, stretches, and is

about to throw off the covers when Maggie's voice breaks the

silence.

MAGGIE:

Freeze. Hold on to those covers -- I

didn't come here to see Ike Junior.

Maggie smiles cheerfully at Ike from the foot of the bed. He

narrows his eyes at her.

IKE:

I take it the desk clerk is one of your

many admirers.

MAGGIE:

(deadpan)

How do I do it? I'm not that beautiful.

Ike notices Maggie is holding two coffees.

IKE:

Coffee. Now.

Maggie hands it to him.

MAGGIE:

You're welcome. Your notes made

interesting bedtime reading -- if you

like trashy fiction. Your observations

are distorted, ungrounded an incomplete.

You must be very proud.

IKE:

I'm not a boastful man. What's your

point?

Ike puts a shirt on as Maggie speaks.

MAGGIE:

My point is that one again, you're

getting it all wrong. That won't

improve your reputation any, and it's

not very flattering to me either. So,

I'm going to give you a chance to write

the truth.

IKE:

Really.

Maggie turns away from him as he dresses.

MAGGIE:

I've decided to cooperate and let you

interview me.

(beat)

For a thousand bucks.

Ike clears his throat as he stands putting his pants on.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

I want a big wedding and a killer dress

and for a grand I will answer all your

questions and let you follow me around.

Ike takes his coffee with him as he picks up his glasses, puts

them on and crosses to the window.

IKE:

My magazine doesn't pay because for

stories. It's not what you call ethical.

MAGGIE:

Oh, but making up the facts as you go

along is ethical? Actually, I meant

you. You probably got severance or

expenses or both. I'll take your check.

No credit cards.

IKE:

(to Maggie)

You've seen the post-its. I've already

got more juicy material than I need.

Why should I pay you dollar one?

MAGGIE:

Because I think you're writing on spec

and with a first person interview, you

might actually sell that thing.

Ike knows she's right.

IKE:

Too much.

MAGGIE:

Seven-fifty.

IKE:

Five hundred.

MAGGIE:

Six-fifty.

IKE:

Done.

Scowling, he writes out the check and hands it to her. Maggie

looks at it and smile sweetly.

CUT TO:

EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DAY

Ike jogs alongside of Maggie on her bike. Maggie parks her bike

and they go inside her door to the house.

INT. MAGGIE'S FOYER AND STAIRS - DAY

Maggie leads Ike upstairs to her workroom.

MAGGIE:

Pardon the mess. I haven't cleaned

since the fifth grade.

INT. MAGGIE'S WORKROOM - LATER

Insert on a cappuccino machine. We PULL BACK and see Maggie and

Ike standing at her work table. An automatic cappuccino maker

stands on the table. Its base is made from a used paint mixing

machine. It looks very shiny and futuristic. Maggie's logo

"MAG" is on the side. The machine shakes as it steams the

cappuccino. Ike notices another homemade machine on the table.

IKE (cont'd)

What's this over here?

MAGGIE:

It's a birthday present for my cousin.

Put your finger in.

IKE:

Cindy the manicurist.

He puts his finger in the wrong hole of the machine.

MAGGIE:

No, the other one.

He puts his finger in the correct hole. She turns it on. The

brushes rotate.

IKE:

(laughing)

This is wonderful. You reconfigure all

these industrial parts and you do

something amazing with it.

He looks around and spots some gadgets and lamps on another table.

He walks to them.

IKE (cont'd)

Amazing. Found industrial stuff.

Willow lamp... Rasta lamp...

He picks up one of the many logos on the counter. Each boasts a

"MAG" logo.

IKE (cont'd)

Is this your preferred logo?

MAGGIE:

I think so.

IKE:

I like it. This whole thing is pretty

incredible.

(studying a lamp)

I think you could probably sell this

lamp idea in New York.

MAGGIE:

Maybe someday.

IKE:

You afraid to try?

MAGGIE:

(stares at him)

No, I'm not afraid. Just... Maybe

someday.

IKE:

Well, I'm impressed. Absolutely

incredible.

(sitting)

I didn't expect pink and lacy, but this

isn't exactly a woman's room.

MAGGIE:

What an incredible chauvinistic

observation.

INT. MAGGIE'S LIVING ROOM - A BIT LATER THAT DAY

Maggie's showing Ike engagement rings.

MAGGIE:

That's Brian's. He took me ut canoeing

on the lake and gave me the ring in a

velvet box.

Ike snores. Maggie hits him.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

(defensive)

It was classic.

Maggie hands Ike another ring. This one is in the shape of a

Grateful Dead rose.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

Gill. Of course. He proposed at the

tie-dye t-shirt stand at a Dead concert.

It was very sweet until he hallucinated

that the drum set was a blood-sucking

space alien.

IKE:

Always a mood killer.

MAGGIE:

Still sweet.

Maggie hands Ike a third ring. It's in the shape of a butterfly

and studded with multi-color gems.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

George. He proposed at a butterfly

farm in St. Thomas. The ring was

inside a cocoon.

IKE:

(grimacing)

It's a little "Silence of the Lambs"

for me. I can't believe you waited for

the wedding to run.

MAGGIE:

He's an entomologist! I thought it was

very unique.

Now Maggie shows Ike the ring on her hand. It's a gold "#1" with

a diamond set into the number.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

And here we are at Bob. He proposed

during the seventh inning stretch...

Ike touches her hand to examine the ring more closely. Her

surprise at his touch shows on her face as she finishes her

sentence.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

... At an Oriole's game.

She takes her hand down. Ike steps away.

IKE:

Wait. Don't tell me. The scoreboard

lit up with "Mary me, Maggie."

Ike picks up his cup of cappuccino and moves behind the couch.

MAGGIE:

It was one of the most wonderful

moments of my life. Cal Ripken even

applauded.

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