Sideways Page #13

MILES:

She has the best palate of any woman

I've ever known. She could even

differentiate Italian wines.

JACK:

Miles, I gotta tell you something.

Victoria's coming to the wedding.

MILES:

I know. You told me. I'm okay with

it.

JACK:

Yeah, but that's not the whole story.

She got remarried.

MILES:

She what?

(long pause)

When?

JACK:

About a month ago. Six weeks.

MILES:

To that guy? That guy with the

restaurant...

Jack nods. Miles looks down at his shoes and draws a long

breath. Then he stiffly gets back in the open car and closes

the door.

JACK:

Miles... MILES...

Miles continues to stare straight ahead.

JACK:

(exploding)

Jesus Christ, Miles. Get out!

MILES:

I want to go home now.

JACK:

You've been divorced for two years

already. People move on. She has!

It's like you enjoy self-pity. Makes

you feel special or something.

MILES:

Is she bringing him to the wedding?

JACK:

What do you think?

MILES:

You drop this bombshell on me. Why

didn't you tell me before?

JACK:

Because I knew you'd freak out and

probably get so depressed you wouldn't

even come on this trip. But then I

figured here would be the best place

to tell you. We're here to forget

about all that sh*t. We're here to

party!

MILES:

(undeterred)

I'm going to be a f***ing pariah.

Everyone's just going to be holding

their breath to see if I'm going to

get drunk and make a scene. Plus

Tony f***ing Levin?

JACK:

No, no, no. It's cool. I talked to

Victoria. She's cool. Everyone's

cool.

MILES:

(horrified)

You've all been talking about it?

Behind my back? Talking about it?

Miles turns and locates an open BOTTLE of wine in the back

seat. He uncorks it and begins to swig.

JACK:

Hey, hey, hey. No, you don't!

Jack tries unsuccessfully to grab the bottle from Miles, but

Miles bolts out of the car.

A VERY WIDE SHOT --

Pursued by Jack, Miles dashes down the hill, all the while

taking huge swigs from the bottle.

OMIT.

EXT. LOVELY VINEYARD - CONTINUOUS

Miles slows to walk between rows of GRAPEVINES. He polishes

off the bottle and tosses it. A painting Jack catches up

with him in the adjacent grapevine corridor.

Miles's face crumbles as though he were about to cry. Then

he collapses to the ground and closes his eyes tight.

Jack looks around impatiently for a moment. Then he squats

down so he can see Miles underneath the vines.

JACK:

Miles?

Miles ignores Jack and focuses on the beautiful RIPE GRAPES

that surround him. They seem to distract him from his pain.

JACK:

You going to be okay?

Miles looks up and shakes his head a definitive NO. Jack

can't help but LAUGH.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. KALYRA WINERY PARKING LOT - DAY

The sun hangs low as the Saab pulls into the parking lot,

Jack at the wheel.

INT. KALYRA TASTING ROOM - DAY

The pourer, a brunette in her early thirties, breaks away

from a BORING COUPLE down the bar. This is STEPHANIE.

STEPHANIE:

Hey, guys. How's it going?

JACK:

Excellent. My friend and I are up

here doing the wine tour, and he

tells me that you folks make one

hell of a Syrah.

STEPHANIE:

That's what people say.

MILES:

(slurring slightly)

You gotta excuse him. Yesterday he

didn't know Pinot Noir from film

noir.

JACK:

I'm a quick learner.

Stephanie laughs. She apparently likes big good-natured lunks

like Jack.

MILES:

I'm trying to teach my friend here

some basics about wine over the next

few days before he goes off and --

WHOOMP! Under the bar Jack stomps on Miles's foot. Miles

winces.

Stephanie slides TWO GLASSES in front of them.

JACK:

That's right -- I'm here to learn. I

never had that much interest in wine

before, but this trip has been very

enlightening. Always like wine, of

course, but I don't know. More of a

beer man, really. Microbreweries.

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