Sideways Page #21

He kisses her and she kisses back, but the whole thing feels

strained and awkward.

After a few seconds, Maya breaks away.

MAYA:

Nice.

But instead of resuming the kiss, she steps past him, heading

back into the living room.

MAYA (O.S.)

I should probably get going.

Miles realizes he's blown it and silently berates himself.

INT. SAAB - NIGHT

Miles drives down the hill behind Maya's car, which leads

him through this very rural road.

EXT. WHERE THE ROAD MEETS THE HIGHWAY - NIGHT

Maya's car comes to a stop just ahead of the Saab. She puts

it in PARK and gets out.

AT THE SAAB --

Miles rolls down his window as Maya leans over.

MAYA:

You know how to get back to the

Windmill, right?

MILES:

Got it.

MAYA:

I had a good time tonight, Miles. I

really did.

MILES:

Good. So did I.

MAYA:

Okay. See you around.

MILES:

Um... did you still want to read my

novel?

MAYA:

Oh, yeah. Sure. Of course.

Miles turns to the backseat, locates a large MANUSCRIPT BOX,

and hands it to Maya.

MAYA:

Wow. Great.

He turns around again, produces a SECOND BOX, and hands it

over as well.

MILES:

Hope you like it. Feel free to stop

reading at any time. I'll take no

offense.

MAYA:

Goodnight, Miles.

She gives him a friendly peck on the cheek.

After she gets back in her car, she heads in one direction

while Miles heads in the opposite.

OMIT.

UNDER BLACK --

TUESDAY:

Jack's cellphone RINGS.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - MORNING

NOW EARLY MORNING --

Still fully clothed, Miles staggers across the room.

Fishing the phone out of Jack's windbreaker pocket, he looks

at the CALLER ID: "Erganian, Christine" and the number. He

briefly considers his options -- answer it? shut it off? --

before placing it atop Jack's suitcase.

The moment he lies back down on the bed, the MOTEL PHONE

RINGS. An old DIGITAL CLOCK next to it reads 7:l0.

As Miles closes his eyes and pulls the pillow over his aching

head, we again --

FADE TO BLACK.

LATER --

VROOM! Outside a roaring MOTORCYCLE comes to a stop. Then

over the sound of an IDLING ENGINE come familiar if indistinct

VOICES and LAUGHTER.

Miles opens his bleary eyes and listens.

FOOTSTEPS pound on the balcony outside, and Jack lets himself

in, flushed and exuberant.

JACK:

F***ing chick is unbelievable. Un-be-

lieve-able!

He pounds on the wall, then goes into the bathroom and without

closing the door unzips his pants to PEE.

JACK:

Goddamn, Miles, she is nasty. Nasty

nasty nasty.

MILES:

Well, I'm glad you got it out of

your system. Congratulations. Mission

accomplished.

A hungover Miles gets up and looks out the door Jack has

left open. Down in the parking lot he sees --

STEPHANIE:

atop a mid-sized MOTORCYCLE, wearing a weathered fringed

suede jacket. She gives him a big friendly wave.

MILES:

returns the wave and goes back inside.

MILES:

You didn't invite Stephanie to come

with us, did you?

With a FLUSH Jack emerges from the bathroom and opens his

bag.

JACK:

Oh, hey, change of plans. Steph's

off today, so she and I are going on

a hike.

MILES:

We were supposed to play golf.

JACK:

You go. In fact, use my clubs. They're

brand new -- gift from Christine's

dad.

(slapping some cash

on the dresser)

It's on me. Oh, say, by the way,

Stephanie and me were thinking we'd

all go to the Hitching Post tonight

and sit at one of Maya's tables, and

she'll bring us some great wines and

then we can all --

MILES:

(sitting down)

Count me out.

JACK:

Oooh, I see. Didn't go so good last

night, huh? That's a shocker. You

mean getting drunk and calling

Victoria didn't put you in the mood?

You dumb f***. Your divorce pain's

getting real old real fast, dude.

Miles looks down. Jack heads for the door.

JACK:

Later.

MILES:

Yeah, well, maybe you should check

your messages first.

Jack stops, eyeing Miles suspiciously. Miles tosses Jack his

phone. Jack flips it open and scrolls down with his thumb.

He doesn't like what he sees.

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