Sideways Page #10

They clink their glasses and take a drink. We linger on them

as Miles retreats inward and a restless Jack scans the room.

INT. HITCHING POST DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Jack and Miles review their menus. Jack looks up and spots a

PRETTY WAITRESS placing an order at the bar.

JACK:

Miles. Check it out.

Miles glances at the waitress and returns to his menu.

MILES:

Oh, yeah. That's Maya.

JACK:

You know her?

MILES:

Sure I know Maya.

JACK:

You know that chick?

MILES:

Jack, this is where I eat when I

come up here. It's practically my

office. And sometimes I have a drink

with the employees. Maya's great.

She's worked here about a year, maybe

a year and a half.

JACK:

She is very hot.

MILES:

And very nice. And very married.

Check out the rock.

Jack leans forward and squints.

JACK:

Doesn't mean sh*t. When Christine

was a hostess at Sushi Roku, she

wore a big engagement ring to keep

guys from hitting on her. Think it

worked? F*** no. How do you think I

met her?

MILES:

This gal's married to I think a

Philosophy professor at UC Santa

Barbara.

JACK:

So what's a professor's wife doing

waitressing? Obviously that's over.

MILES:

You don't know anything about this

woman. Calm down. Let's just eat,

okay?

(focusing on the menu)

The duck is excellent and pairs nicely

with the Highliner Pinot.

Just then Maya comes by carrying a tray of food on her way

to another table.

MAYA:

Hey, Miles. Good to see you.

MILES:

Maya, how are you?

MAYA:

I'm doing good, good. You look great.

Did you lose some weight?

MILES:

Oh, no, actually. Busy night.

MAYA:

Oh yeah, Sunday night. You guys been

out tasting today?

MILES:

You know it. This is my friend Jack.

Jack, Maya.

JACK:

(big smile)

Hiya.

MAYA:

(smiling back)

Hi. Well, nice to see you guys here.

Bye, Miles.

She goes.

JACK:

Jesus, she's jammin'. And she likes

you. What else do you know about

her?

MILES:

Well, she does know a lot about wine.

JACK:

Ooooooohh. Now we're getting

somewhere.

MILES:

And she likes Pinot.

JACK:

Perfect.

MILES:

Jack, she's a f***ing waitress in

Buellton. How would that ever work?

JACK:

Why do you always focus on the

negative? Didn't you see how friendly

she was to you?

MILES:

She works for tips!

JACK:

You're blind, dude. Blind.

Miles focuses again on the menu.

MILES:

I also recommend the ostrich. Very

lean. Locally raised.

INT. HITCHING POST BAR - NIGHT

TWO BURGUNDY GLASSES --

are refilled with the contents of yet another bottle of

Hitching Post Pinot Noir.

Jack and Miles are enjoying a post-prandial drink.

MILES:

Looks like he's thinking about something. Then --

MILES:

I hate Tony Levin.

Jack swirls his wine and downs it in one gulp. Just then --

MAYA:

Walks into the bar and takes a seat a few stools down. She

has changed into a black cashmere sweater and corduroys,

lovely but tired.

MAYA:

(to Gary)

Highliner, please.

JACK:

That's on us.

Maya looks over and smiles as Gary pours her a glass from

their bottle.

MAYA:

Hey, guys.

Maya gets an American Spirit Yellow out of her purse and

lights it while Gary pours her a glass.

MILES:

You want to join us?

MAYA:

(polite)

Sure.

In no hurry, she takes a long sip of her wine, gets up and

comes down the bar.

MAYA:

So how's that book of yours going,

Miles? I think you were almost done

with it last time we talked.

MILES:

I finished it.

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