Runaway Bride Page #16

Ike watches their reaction. The silence is deafening. All the

guests stare at Maggie. Mortified, she holds back tears.

MRS. TROUT

That was funny.

(a pause)

But enough toasts, let's hula. Let's

start the music up.

She gets everyone up to hula. Band plays fast tune. Maggie

walks through the CROWD down the steps and outside. Ike

follows, but Peggy grabs a coat for her. Bob watches her go as

Cory approaches.

CORY:

Hey, Bob. I got twenty dollars bet on--

BOB:

Not now.

Bob rushes after Maggie.

PEGGY:

(calling after her)

Maggie. Maggie.

(to Ike, handing him a jacket)

Here. She may need this. It's not

really Hawaii.

Ike exits. Then, Bob comes over.

BOB:

Where'd Maggie go?

PEGGY:

Oh, she just went to get me something

from the car.

Cory comes over with Dennis to Bob and Peggy. BOB/PEGGY/CORY/

DENNIS CHUFFA:
About Bart Starr and football. (Which keeps Bob

from going outside to follow Maggie). Bob thinks about it.

EXT. TROUT'S BARN - NIGHT

Ike runs after Maggie. He grabs her arm and turns her to him.

IKE:

I'm the only goddamn person in there

pulling for you.

MAGGIE:

You humiliated me!

IKE:

No, Maggie, I defended you.

Humiliating you is what everyone else

is doing. It's the theme of this party.

MAGGIE:

I had it under control. Now they feel

sorry for me.

IKE:

Well, they should. Because they're

about to watch you hang yourself again.

Maggie has no response.

IKE (cont'd)

-- Tell me something, do you really

care about Mount Everest?

MAGGIE:

It's fun! It's high.

IKE:

Or the sexual habits of locusts?

MAGGIE:

That was very interesting research

George was doing!

IKE:

What kind of Dead Head gets a temporary

tattoo?

MAGGIE:

I already explained about that.

IKE:

And where you ever really going to run

the leper colony in Molokai?

MAGGIE:

(wincing)

Brian told you that?

IKE:

Or maybe you just wanted to wear the

headdress.

MAGGIE:

Every one of those times I was being

supportive. Something you won't

understand.

IKE:

Supportive? You weren't being

supportive. You were being scared.

Just like now. You are the most lost

woman I have ever laid eyes on.

MAGGIE:

Lost!

IKE:

That's right. You're so lost you don't

even know how you like your eggs.

MAGGIE:

What!?

IKE:

With the priest, you liked them

scrambled. With the Dead Head, fried.

With the bug guy, poached. Now it's

egg whites only, thank you very much.

MAGGIE:

That's called changing your mind.

IKE:

No, that's called not having a mind of

your own. What are you doing, Maggie?

You really want to let that man drag

you up Annapuma on your honeymoon? You

don't want to climb Annapuma.

MAGGIE:

Yes I do!

IKE:

No you don't. You want a man who will

lead you down the beach with his head

over your eyes just so you can discover

the feel of the sand under your feet.

You want a guy who will take you into a

cave with a thousand candles just to

read you a poem. You want a man to

wake you up at dawn because he's

burning to talk to you and he can't

wait another minute to find out what

you'll say. Am I right?

He's laid her flat. Maggie can't speak.

IKE (cont'd)

Am I right?

She fights back angry tears.

MAGGIE:

Stop. Stop it! I'm getting married on

Sunday, and you're just trying to make

me run! Why? Because you're a cynical,

exploitative, mean-hearted creep who

wouldn't know real love if it bit him

in the armpit! And all you do is tear

other people down and-and-and laugh at

them, and criticize what they do,

because you're too afraid to do

anything yourself! I read your column.

You never wrote one about you. I'm not

the only one who's lost and you know it!

Am I right? Well? Am I right?

ANGLE ON:
Bob comes outside.

BOB:

Mag. Help me out here. Green Bay.

Right guard.

Both Maggie and Ike are breathing hard. Bob comes up to Maggie

and gives Ike a very hard look as he puts his arm around his

fiancee.

BOB (cont'd)

You know... Blocked Bart Starr, crewcut

... Are you okay?

Maggie adjusts her face as best she can.

MAGGIE:

Yes.

BOB:

Let me take you back inside, okay?

She lets him lead her away.

MAGGIE:

Jerry Kramer.

Ike looks at her drooped shoulder and he shakes his head and

walks to his car.

EXT. HALE METHODIST CHURCH - THE NEXT DAY

Peggy and Cindy arrive for the rehearsal. They leave Cindy's

dog in Peggy's car and walk to the church.

CINDY:

Tell me, why does Maggie need another

wedding rehearsal and two days before

the wedding? She's already done this.

PEGGY:

Bob is making her visualize the

ceremony.

CUT TO:

INT. HALE METHODIST CHURCH - NIGHT

They are in the church proper now. Peggy waits in a pew as Bob

leads Maggie and Ike up the back steps of the church.

BOB:

(to Maggie)

Okay, we're ready. Want me to have Ike

leave now?

Maggie turns on Ike with "cheerful" hostility.

MAGGIE:

No. No -- Actually, let's make Ike the

pastor.

IKE:

I'd rather not.

MAGGIE:

(sarcastically)

Come on, it'll give you a great view.

It's perfect.

(seeing Peggy)

Hey.

Maggie smiles at Bob. Ike sighs and goes with it. Bob pulls Ike

to the head of the aisle and places him. Peggy follows Maggie

into the foyer to get ready. Cindy sits with Ted at the organ.

BOB:

Team effort, Pastor Ike... Cindy, ready?

(after no response)

Cindy, come on.

Cindy leaves to join the girls in the foyer.

INT. CHURCH FOYER - THAT MOMENT

Once in the privacy of the foyer, Peggy and Maggie talk.

PEGGY:

He's going to be the pastor?

MAGGIE:

Yep. I want him to be front and center

and to watch everything.

PEGGY:

What happened at the luau?

MAGGIE:

(flustered)

... I don't even want to talk about

the luau.

(then seeing a hanging rope)

What's this?

PEGGY:

It's for the bell.

Cindy joins them.

CINDY:

Bob's in a hurry.

PEGGY:

Don't be nervous, Maggie. Let us

visualize. Remember what Bob said?

"Be the ball."

CINDY:

"Sink the putt."

PEGGY:

"Make the shot."

CINDY:

"Nothing but net."

PEGGY:

"Never say die."

Maggie puts her hands up.

MAGGIE:

Go!

Peggy and Cindy exit. Maggie pulls the bell rope and sways back

and forth as she rings the bell.

INT. CHAPEL - THAT MOMENT

It is Maggie's turn to enter. They all turn expectantly. Too

much time passes. Ted plays the organ, then stops. Maggie

swings back and forth in the foyer doorway.

BOB:

Honey, are you okay?

Maggie stops ringing the bell and pulls herself together. She

walks into the aisle looking a little shaky. She takes a few

tremulous steps slowly with her eyes closed, peeking

occasionally with one eye.

IKE:

(taking off his jacket)

At this pace, it could be an evening

wedding.

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