Runaway Bride Page #12

IKE:

(stopping)

Highly suspect.

MAGGIE:

What do you mean? It was incredibly

romantic!

IKE:

Maybe it's just me, but -- if you got

to dress it up, it doesn't ring true.

Ike moves back to the couch.

IKE (cont'd)

I think the most anybody can honestly

say is, "Look..."

(sits on the arm

of the couch)

"I guarantee that we'll have tough

times. I guarantee that at some point

one or both of us will want to get out

of this thing. But I also guarantee

that if I don't ask you to be mine,

I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

Because I know in my heart -- you're

the only one for me"

Maggie stares at Ike for a beat. His words have taken a little

bit of her breath away. She covers.

MAGGIE:

I like it.

She moves from the fireplace to a chair and sits.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

I'd like it better on a scoreboard.

(lightly)

Is that how you proposed when you asked

your wife to marry you?

Ike is taken aback.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

Don't look so surprised, you've got

divorce written all over you.

IKE:

I'm a work in progress.

MAGGIE:

So? Is that what you said to her?

IKE:

No. I think I said something eloquent

like, "So, uh -- maybe we should, ya

know. What do you think?"

MAGGIE:

Now that's romantic. A proposal like

that and you didn't find eternal bliss?

What went wrong?

Ike takes a swallow of cappuccino.

IKE:

I don't know.

MAGGIE:

You don't know.

IKE:

No.

MAGGIE:

Maybe you should ask her some time.

Ever thought of that?

Ike is restless. He stands up.

IKE:

Call me crazy, but I believe that check

I gave you entitles me to ask the

questions for a while.

Ike puts down his cup of coffee, gets his tape recorder and sits

close to Maggie.

MAGGIE:

Fair enough.

(thinks a beat)

Actually...

Maggie move to TV. She picks up Ike's stolen post-it notes and

her wedding video on top of the TV, and goes to the front door.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

I'll just need one more day to make sure

your check clears.

IKE:

Ow!

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HALE STREET - THE NEXT DAY

Ike and Maggie drive in Maggie's truck. They pull up in front of

a Bridal Shop.

A spectacular dress fills the small window. It's beautiful,

romantic, sexy. Maggie and Ike can be seen in the reflection.

MAGGIE:

Even with everything that's happened

I've still never been married and I

still deserve a beautiful dress.

IKE:

Agreed.

Maggie gives Ike a smile that lights up the sky. They go inside.

INT. BRIDAL SHOP - DAY

The place is fairly large and prosperous, probably the place to

go in the Tri-County area. A little FLOWER GIRL, 10, is being

fitted on the pedestal in the middle of the room. A saleswoman,

POLLY, has taken the flower girl under her wing. They are both

under the expert eyes of a stern looking woman, MRS. WHITTENMEYER,

the shop owner. Also, the girl's MOTHER is there watching.

POLLY:

(to the mother)

She'll be the prettiest little flower

girl in your daughter's wedding.

MAGGIE:

Mr. Whittenmeyer. Hi, Polly!

The flower girl sees Maggie and runs and hides behind Polly.

POLLY:

Hi, Maggie. You'll have to excuse her,

Maggie. Some of the children are

afraid of you since you dragged that

little boy up the aisle.

MAGGIE:

I didn't drag.

(then to the girl)

He tripped on his shoelaces.

Mrs. Whittenmeyer comes forward to greet Maggie.

MRS. WHITTENMEYER

You've come for your dress. Good!

I'll get it from the back.

Maggie leads her to the front window.

MAGGIE:

(happily)

Actually, I would like to get this dress.

She points to the dress. She smiles back to Mrs. Whittenmeyer,

expecting her to share her joy. Mrs. Whittenmeyer darkens.

MRS. WHITTENMEYER

(to Polly)

Polly, take Leslie into change.

(then, to Maggie)

But the one you have on hold is lovely.

MAGGIE:

(pleasantly)

Yes. But I've changed my mind.

MRS. WHITTENMEYER

It's one thousand dollars.

Maggie is keenly aware of Ike listening in.

MAGGIE:

I have one thousand dollars.

MRS. WHITTENMEYER

(firmly)

The other one is only three hundred

dollars.

Maggie lowers her voice, hoping to lessen the humiliation of the

moment.

MAGGIE:

Is this dress for sale?

MRS. WHITTENMEYER

It just seems like an awful lot of

money to spend on one of your dresses,

Maggie... You only wear them for about

ten minutes.

Ike watches with regret as Maggie's child-like enthusiasm

drains away, her happy mood crushed by the tactless assault of

the shop owner. He's starting to see that it's no always easy

being Maggie. There's a tremor in her voice.

MAGGIE:

Yeah, that's a good point.

(then, sitting)

The other dress is nice.

Ike calls out to Mrs. Whittenmeyer.

IKE:

Mrs. Whittenmeyer. May I talk to you

for a second?

She walks over to him.

IKE (cont'd)

I don't know much about this kind of

thing. I'm from out of town. You're a

salesperson, right? You're here to

sell wedding dresses.

MRS. WHITTENMEYER

(huffy)

Yes. I've been here for thirty years.

IKE:

Perfect. Because Miss Carpenter is

here to buy one. But not just any one.

She wants that one.

MRS. WHITTENMEYER

It's a thousand dollars!

Ike goes over and takes the mannequin out of the window. Mrs.

Whittenmeyer catches the wig as he puts the mannequin under his

arm.

IKE (cont'd)

Look, Aunt Bea, we're buying this

beautiful dress and anything else she

wants or I'm coming back here with a

squirt gun filled with India ink.

Mrs. Whittenmeyer wilts under Ike's fierce gaze. She turns to

Maggie.

MRS. WHITTENMEYER

Will he really do that?

Maggie gives her a look.

MR. WHITTENMEYER (cont'd)

(to Maggie)

Well, why don't you pick out some

accessories while I get this ready,

dear. Polly, will you come help me,

please?

Polly comes to help carry the mannequin away.

ANGLE ON POLLY AND MRS. WHITTENMEYER:

POLLY:

(whispering to Mrs. Whittenmeyer)

It's a thousand dollars.

MRS. WHITTENMEYER

Shhhh! The man has ink!

Maggie looks gratefully at Ike.

IKE:

Tough to spend money in this town.

TIME CUT:
A FEW MINUTES LATER:

Ike sits as he hears Maggie's voice behind him.

MAGGIE (o.s.)

What do you think?

Ike turns around. Maggie is standing on the pedestal, wearing

the dress and looking unbelievably gorgeous. She is overwhelming

to behold and Ike has to struggle to keep his face under control.

IKE:

(stammering)

You look... uh... You look fine.

MAGGIE:

Fine. The newspaper's upside down.

That's better than fine.

IKE:

Bob will be very happy.

She glows. Then the moment between them is broken as she

suddenly remembers something and grabs the veil off her head.

MAGGIE:

Bob! I almost forgot! I have to meet

Bob!

INT. DINER - DAY

This is a great place -- a major hub of social life in Hale. The

food is greasy and good, Mrs. Pressman is the waitress, and the

CROWD the essence of what is wonderful about a small town. Bob,

Maggie and Ike sit on the counter. Mrs. Pressman CHUFFS about

the luau, then moves around the corner.

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