Runaway Bride Page #6
Kid agrees. Ike puts the hat on and starts to cross the street.
An OLD WOMAN walks by and hits him with a newspaper. Ike is
stunned.
EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DUSK
Maggie pulls into the driveway in her truck. She's in a fine
mood as she walks right in the house.
INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DUSK
Bob, Walter, and Maggie's GRANDMOTHER JULIA sit in the living
room. Grandma is sewing one of Maggie's wedding veils. Walter
drinks wine, Ike wears a hat.
WALTER:
You know, when I only see one dog, I
know I've had too much to drink.
Te family dog, Skipper, sits near a ceramic dog table. Maggie
smiles as she walks in the front door and puts down her tool box
and bag.
MAGGIE:
You'll never guess who came crawling
into town with his tail between his
legs.
IKE (o.s.)
Who?
Maggie enters the parlor to see Ike smiling evilly from his seat
on the couch.
IKE (cont'd)
(innocently)
Hello, Maggie. I just came by to
apologize to your family.
(looks to Walter)
When I'm wrong, I'm wrong. I pushed a
story. I made a mistake.
WALTER:
In other words -- he's only human. An
he brought us a bottle of wine.
Raises the bottle to Maggie.
IKE:
They made me put my hat back on.
WALTER:
Oh, yeah. Scared the hell out of
Skipper.
MAGGIE:
You've got to be kidding me.
Maggie stares at them both.
BOB:
(enjoying the moment)
No, no, you should have seen Skipper.
(then, imitates
growling)
It wasn't that funny.
Maggie gives him a look that says, "You are not absolved." She
smiles stiffly, looking back at Ike. She then sits on the arm
of Bob's chair and puts her arm on his shoulder.
MAGGIE:
So, the forces of good and evil have
already met.
Maggie takes the wine bottle from the table next to Walter. She
snaps a look to Bob, who follows her.
BOB:
I'll help you take into the kitchen.
GRANDMA JULIA:
Check on the crabs, Bob.
We overhear them murmuring in annoyed tones about the wedding
plans as they exit... Walter puts down his drink.
IKE:
Gee, I hope they don't have a fight out
there. You don't think they'll call it
off...?
WALTER:
Well, wedding cake freezes. This we
know.
IKE:
You know, your daughter seems...
Ike notices that he's been sewn to the veil.
GRANDMA JULIA:
Sorry.
IKE:
That's okay, Grandma.
Grandma cuts the thread and separates the veil from Ike's sleeve.
IKE (cont'd)
(continuing his thought)
... Like such a lovely girl.
Walter points to a portrait painting on the wall.
WALTER:
Like her mother.
IKE:
(seeing the portrait)
Ah, beautiful.
(gets up to admire
the portrait)
I just can't see her leaving multiple
grooms in the dust like that.
GRANDMA JULIA:
Oh, yes, you can. She's has 'em all on
tape.
IKE:
She has a tape?
WALTER:
(good-natured)
Yeah. Lee at the hotel videos wedding.
I mean Maggie didn't know she was going
to make the hundred-yard dash.
Walter gestures to a pile of video cassettes on the bookcase.
Ike checks on the tapes.
IKE:
Dad's fishing trip, Grandma's knee
operation, Grandma's birthday...
WALTER:
Gotta tell you this about my daughter.
My daughter makes real good time, even
in a long dress and heels. Maggie may
not be Hale's longest running joke, but
she certainly is the fastest.
Walter cracks up.
GRANDMA JULIA:
(sarcastically)
Ha ha.
CLOSE ON:
A tape. It reads: "Maggie I, II, III." Ike'sinterest is more than piqued. Ike picks it up. They get up and
go to the dining room.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. DINNING ROOM/MAGGIE'S HOUSE - NIGHT
The family dog, Skipper, steals food from the table. Walter
scolds him. Walter whacks his crab with his hammer and Ike
copies him.
WALTER (cont'd)
Emma and I were only blessed with one
child, not for lacking of trying.
MAGGIE:
This is good, Dad, don't leave anything
out.
Ike's hammer flies out of his hand. He goes to pick it up.
WALTER:
So I've come to see it as a bonus,
really, that we've been able to plan,
and pay for, so many weddings.
MAGGIE:
Not this one. This one's on me.
Walter reacts.
IKE:
That's fair.
MAGGIE:
Despite what you think, I don't do it
on purpose. And I have no intention of
doing it again.
BOB:
That's right, Maggie. Just keep your
eye on the ball.
Ike raises his eyebrows in question. Bob explains.
BOB (cont'd)
Sports psychology. It was my major in
college.
IKE:
Ahh.
BOB:
(false modesty)
I'm the town's unofficial fitness
trainer. Big advocate of the mind and
body combining for success. You could
say or you can quote me, I'm a glass
half full king of guy.
MAGGIE:
(boasting)
Bob's the head of the P.E. department
at the high school. And he coaches the
football team. And he's climbed
Everest.
To Maggie's satisfaction, Ike shoots Bob a look of begrudging
respect. Nobody who's been up Everest is a total clown.
IKE:
(impressed)
Everest. Is that right?
MAGGIE:
Twice...
IKE:
Really?
MAGGIE:
(sticking it to Ike)
Without oxygen...
BOB:
My girl likes to brag about me.
Bob and Maggie kiss Ike two little love-birds.
BOB (cont'd)
I'm taking her trekking on Annapurna on
our honeymoon.
Ike is highly amused.
IKE:
How romantic.
MAGGIE:
(sharply)
We think so.
IKE:
Nothing like sharing your nuptial bed
with two Sherpas and a yak.
Walter cracks up, Maggie shoots Ike a look. He smiles back.
CUT TO:
INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM/INT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S BEDROOM (NYC)
INTERCUT TELEPHONE CONVERSATION
Fisher and Ellie are exercising. Fisher is on a cycle machine.
Ellie does yoga stretches. Ike sits back on the couch, puts on
his glasses and watches a video taped wedding playing on the TV
screen. Superimposed titles read "Brian Norris wedding."
IKE:
(to Fisher; into phone)
You won't believe what I'm looking at,
Fisher. A videotape of all three train
wrecks.
THE TV - CLOSE
Two flower girls and Peggy enter a crowded church where the
groom, Brian, and his best man wait at the altar.
Now we see Maggie come down the aisle, then walk past the altar.
We see Maggie move away another aisle and out of the church.
SHOCKED WEDDING GUESTS rise in horror, as she runs from this
first wedding. She drags the train boy up the second aisle as
she leaves. Ike hangs up. He gets up to pick up the remote and
then sits back down to watch.
The tape fast-forwards to the next wedding. Now Ike is looking
at a much more relaxed, hipper, backyard wedding. It says,
"Gill Chavez Wedding". He hits the fast-forward button
(sometimes slowing down).
ON TV:
We see the Carpenter's backyard. It is Gill and Maggie's
wedding day. The yard is crowded with a MIXTURE of Hells
Angels-types, Deadheads and townspeople. The "altar" is a band
platform against the back fence.
Gill is waiting on the platform with a rock combo playing
Grateful Dead-type music. He makes an introductory speech.
Maggie steps out onto the back porch. She's beautiful in a
hippie-type wedding ensemble. She walks with her father to a
trampoline. We can see her tattoo. She jumps on the trampoline,
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