Runaway Bride Page #8

IKE:

Well -- I've got to get moving -- lot

of work to do today! I'll see you two

love-birds later.

Ike leaves. Bob calls after him.

BOB:

See you at the wedding.

IKE:

You bet ya, Coach.

Maggie is aghast. She stares at Bob. Ike joins in behind a line

of peppy cheerleaders.

MAGGIE:

At the wedding? You invite him? Bob,

don't you realize he's writing another

article about me?

BOB:

Sure I do. But the bet defense is a

good offense, right? You're not going

to let your opponent throw you off

your game.

MAGGIE:

You don't understand this guy.

BOB:

Let him come to the wedding. You're

not running, right? Say it. "I'm

not..."

MAGGIE:

(irritably)

I'm not running.

BOB:

So if you're not running and Ike Graham

is there to see it, then any article he

writes has got to have a happy ending,

right? All we're doing is turning

lemon into lemonade.

MAGGIE:

I've got news for you. No amount of

sugar and water is going to turn like

Graham into something you want to take

on a picnic.

Bob gives Maggie a big hug.

BOB:

Where's that homemade sunshine?

Bob blows his whistle, then puts Maggie on the football sled.

BOB (cont'd)

I want you boys to take my princess on

the ride of her life... Honey, tell 'em

where you parked your car.

Maggie screams as the boys push her down the football field.

INT. CONFESSIONAL BOOTH/CHURCH - DAY

Maggie kneels, hands folded reverently. The booth's grate opens

before her.

MAGGIE:

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

My last confession was... ahh...

She tries to recall.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

... Anyway, I have sort of a technical

question here. I've been having -- bad

thoughts. I mean, really bad thoughts

...

PRIEST:

Of an impure nature?

MAGGIE:

No -- like -- I'm having a problem with

that whole turn-the-other-cheek concept.

I want revenge. I want to destroy this

guy's life, career, everything. On the

sin scale, how big is that? I mean,

can I "Hail Mary" my way out of it?

PRIEST:

Child, any sin in one's heart is...

MAGGIE:

(impatient)

The name's Maggie. It wasn't this side

of ten years ago that you had your

tongue down my throat. So don't call

me "child", Brian. It annoys me.

PRIEST/ BRIAN

Now don't get upset.

Brian closes the confessional window and exits

MAGGIE:

(still inside

the booth)

Brian, open up. Don't ignore me.

Brian leans into her confessional. She steps out to join him.

BRIAN:

You're not even Catholic, Maggie -- you

really shouldn't come to confession.

He's a nice looking and gentle man. They regard each other for a

beat.

MAGGIE:

I'm sorry. I'm just so stressed out

about that slime-ball reporter being in

town. I jus had to come warn you he

might show up here and start asking you

all kinds of ridiculous questions.

Brian moves away. Maggie follows and sits in a nearby pew.

BRIAN:

Actually, he only asked me one

ridiculous question. The rest weren't

so bad.

MAGGIE:

(sliding along

the pew)

What? You talked to him! Did you tell

him we dated before you were a priest?

BRIAN:

Yes, yes, I'm sure I only did you good,

Maggie.

MAGGIE:

What did he ask?

A woman, MRS. MURPHY, rushes in.

MRS. MURPHY

Father, am I too late?

BRIAN:

No, no.

MRS. MURPHY

It won't take long. Jus two venials.

The woman goes into the confessional booth to wait.

BRIAN:

Only respectful things. What did we

have in common back then... What kind

of music did you like... Did you ruin

my life when you left me standing at

the altar...

MAGGIE:

And what did you say?

BRIAN:

How could I be angry at you when

clearly what has happened to me is as

God intended?

MAGGIE:

(relieved)

Good one! Thanks.

BRIAN:

It happens to be how I feel.

Brian sits next to Maggie.

MAGGIE:

God... Of course. I'm sorry -- I mean,

I'm...

(sighs)

Brian -- I've got to go. The man's a

lunatic, but I know exactly where he's

going next.

BRIAN:

God bless you, Maggie.

She turns to rush out, then stops herself.

MAGGIE:

Oh, wait, my purse.

She moves to the confessional, knocks, then speaks to Mrs. Murphy.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

Excuse me, sorry, forgot my purse.

Good luck.

Maggie closes the booth curtain and turns to Brian.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

Wait -- what was the ridiculous

question he asked?

Brian smiles mischievously.

BRIAN:

He wanted to know how you used to like

your eggs.

MAGGIE:

Weird. Like after all those years you

would remem--

She starts to go, then stops in her tracks as she hears:

BRIAN:

(interrupting)

-- Scrambled, with salt, pepper and

dill. Same as me.

Maggie looks at Brian. Suddenly, she remembers too.

MAGGIE:

(tenderly)

I'm really sorry that I hurt you, Brian.

BRIAN:

I'm happy here, where I'm supposed to

be. But if you ever become a Catholic,

may I ask you a favor, Maggie?

MAGGIE:

Of course.

BRIAN:

Could your confess to Father Patrick

from now on?

MAGGIE:

Of course.

And she scampers out. Brian goes back into the confessional.

EXT. GILL'S GARAGE - DAY

Maggie drives up to an old brick firehouse that is now an auto

garage. The faded sign reads: "Gill's Garage".

INT. GILL'S GARAGE - DAY

Maggie rushes inside and looks around. No one is in sight.

Several cars, including a yellow jeep-like car up on a hydraulic

lift, are in the funky garage.

MAGGIE:

Gill? Lydia? Gill?

A CRASH, coming from the nearby back room, we hear loud muttering

in Spanish, then out stumbles GILL CHAVEZ, 34, wearing a grease-

stained Grateful Dead tie-dyed T-shirt. He grins triumphantly,

worshipfully cradling a CASSETTE TAPE in his hands.

GILL:

Hey -- I found it!

Maggie regards her former fiance with patient warmth.

MAGGIE:

Found what?

Gill looks up and gives Maggie a fond, hazy smile.

GILL:

Mags! Hey, look -- The tape from the

Radio City Music Hall concert --

Remember that night I as trying to get

Jerry to let me sit in on "Ripple"?

He pulls out the cassette from its case. It's broken. The tape

is dangling from the cassette.

GILL (cont'd)

(disappointed)

Oh, I'll play it for you.

Gill picks up an electric GUITAR and starts to play.

MAGGIE:

(shouts over the music)

Listen, Gill -- There's this reporter

who's ben making my life a living hell

... If he comes by here, don't talk to

him. And whatever yo do....

(crosses to Gill)

... Don't show him that picture of me

at the concert in San Francisco --

Suddenly, a loud CHUCKLING emanates from the car overhead.

MAGGIE (cont'd)

What was that?

Maggie stops Gill from playing. She shoots her ex an angry glare

and moves a lever on the shop wall. With a HUM, the car descends.

GILL:

We went to San Francisco twice.

Remember one time we had a flat tire...

Which picture?

As the hydraulic lift slows, the car is lowered, revealing Ike

sitting in the driver's seat. He has been enjoying the

photograph he's holding.

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