Sideways Page #14

She THUMPS the cork off a bottle of Chardonnay.

STEPHANIE:

Well, no better way to learn than

tasting.

She pours almost flirtatious amounts.

JACK:

Now there's a girl who knows how to

pour. What's your name?

STEPHANIE:

Stephanie.

JACK:

Nice.

Jack swirls the wine as though he were by now a sommelier.

They look, they smell, they taste.

STEPHANIE:

So what do you think?

MILES:

Quaffable but far from transcendent.

JACK:

I like it. Tastes great. Oaky.

Stephanie reaches for another bottle and pours. Jack's eyes

never leave her.

STEPHANIE:

Cabernet Franc.

(as they taste)

This is only the fifth year we've

made this varietal. Very few wineries

around here do a straight Cabernet

Franc. It's from our vineyard up in

Santa Maria. And it was a Silver

Medal winner at Paso Robles last

year.

MILES:

Well, I've come to never expect

greatness from a Cab Franc, and this

one's no exception. Sort of a flabby,

overripe --

JACK:

(ignoring him)

Tastes good to me. You live around

here, Stephanie?

STEPHANIE:

In Santa Ynez.

(low, to Miles)

And I agree with you about Cab Franc.

JACK:

Oh yeah? We're just over in Buellton.

Windmill Inn.

STEPHANIE:

Oh yeah.

JACK:

You know a gal named Maya? Works at

the Hitching Post?

STEPHANIE:

Sure I know Maya. Real well.

JACK:

No sh*t. We just had a drink with

her last night. Miles knows her.

MILES:

Could we move on to the Syrah, please?

As she turns to reach for the right bottle, Jack winks at

Miles. Miles shakes his head.

STEPHANIE:

This is our Estate Syrah...

She pours each of them a full HALF GLASS.

JACK:

You're a bad, bad girl, Stephanie.

STEPHANIE:

I know. I might need to be spanked.

She notices the boring couple, visibly annoyed that she has

been monopolized.

STEPHANIE:

Excuse me.

As she wanders down the bar, Jack turns to Miles, his mouth

wide open.

JACK:

A bad girl, Miles. She might need to

be spanked.

MILES:

Do you know how often these pourers

get hit on?

They glance down the bar at Stepanie. She smiles back.

EXT. KALYRA WINERY PARKING LOT - DAY

Miles is killing time by the car staring at his shoes. He

looks over and sees Jack waddling over from the tasting room

with TWO CASES OF WINE.

JACK:

Get the trunk.

MILES:

You have the keys.

Jack puts the cases down and glances back at the building.

JACK:

We're on.

MILES:

What?

JACK:

She called Maya, who's not working

tonight, so we're all going out.

MILES:

With Maya?

JACK:

Been divorced for a year now, bud.

Jack puts the wine in the trunk, and they get in the car.

JACK:

Stephanie, holy sh*t. Chick had it

all going on.

MILES:

Well, she is cute.

JACK:

Cute? She's a f***ing hottie. And

you almost tell her I'm getting

married. What's the matter with you?

(drumming on the

steering wheel)

Gotta love it. Gotta love it.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

THE TV --

GOLF on ESPN.

MILES AND JACK:

sit transfixed, each on his own bed. The curtains are drawn.

Then out of nowhere --

JACK:

(mocking)

You know how often these pourers get

hit on?

(getting up)

I'm going for a swim. Get the blood

flowing. Want to come?

MILES:

Nah. I want to watch this.

CLOSE ON THE TV --

A guy gets ready to putt. The announcer whispers what an

important moment this is. The guy misses.

FADE TO BLACK.

UNDER BLACK --

The sound of an AEROSOL CAN.

JACK:

Miles. Hey, Miles. Time to get up.

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