Sideways Page #28

The camera PANS to the nearby ROOFTOPS.

MUSIC ENDS AND SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

THE SAME VIEW BY DAY, SUPERIMPOSED WITH --

THURSDAY:

The CAMERA PANS back to Maya's door, tilting down to find a

blue-wrapped NEW YORK TIMES. The door opens, and Maya's hand

picks up the newspaper. The CAMERA FOLLOWS Maya inside to --

INT. MAYA'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

It is a small, clean apartment furnished with simple taste.

Maya is dressed in a ROBE and holds a COFFEE MUG. She drops

the paper on the dining table and continues into --

THE BEDROOM --

where Miles lies on his stomach DEAD TO THE WORLD. His stubbly

face is squished against the mattress and he SNORES lightly.

Maya looks at him for a moment before shaking his foot.

EXT. FARMERS' MARKET - DAY

This is a weekly event in a big PARKING LOT -- organic

produce, candles and incense, honey and cider.

Maya and Miles are shopping. Miles carries the bags.

EXT. ORCHARD - DAY

Across from each other at a PICNIC TABLE, and surrounded by

the remnants of BREAKFAST, Miles and Maya read the NEWSPAPER.

Miles is doing the CROSSWORD PUZZLE.

MAYA:

You guys should stop by the restaurant

for lunch today.

MILES:

Great. What's the latest we can get

there?

MAYA:

About two-thirty.

MILES:

Okay.

MAYA:

(noticing)

Did you hear about this Bordeaux

tasting dinner down in Santa Barbara

Saturday night? It's a little pricey,

but if you wanted to go, I'd be into

it. Why don't you stay through the

weekend?

Miles has just figured out a difficult clue. As he writes it

down --

MILES:

No, we've got to get back Friday for

the rehearsal dinner.

MAYA:

What rehearsal dinner?

Miles stops writing.

MAYA:

Who's getting married?

INT./EXT. PARKING AREA NEAR THE ORCHARD - DAY

Maya leads the way toward the Saab.

MAYA:

Were you ever going to say anything?

MILES:

Of course I was. I mean, just now I

could have made up some story, but I

didn't. I told you the truth.

Maya turns to confront Miles with a look of "Give me a break."

Miles reaches out to touch her.

MILES:

Maya.

MAYA:

(jerking away)

Don't touch me. Just take me home.

INT. SAAB - DAY

Miles drives, glancing occasionally at Maya, who stares

straight ahead.

MILES:

I've told him. I've told him over

and over, but he's out of control.

MAYA:

Do you know what he's been saying to

her?

MILES:

He's an actor, so it can't be good.

MAYA:

Oh, just that he loves her. That

she's the only woman who has ever

really rocked his world. How he adores

Siena. How he wants to move up here

and get a place with the two of them

and commute when he has to.

MILES:

I'm sure he believed every word.

A stony silence.

MILES:

Please believe me. I was even on the

verge of telling you last night,

but...

MAYA:

But you wanted to f*** me first.

MILES:

Oh, Maya. No.

MAYA:

Yeah.

EXT. MAYA'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

Miles brings the car to a stop. Maya opens the door and begins

to get out.

MAYA:

You know, I just spent three years

trying to extricate myself from a

relationship that turned out to be

full of deception. And I've been

doing just fine.

MILES:

And I haven't been with anyone since

my divorce. This has been a big deal

for me, Maya -- hanging out with

you, and last night. I really like

you, Maya. And I'm not Jack. I'm

just his... his freshman roommate

from San Diego State.

Maya wants to let Miles's words reach her, but she can't

just yet.

MAYA:

Could I have my paper, please?

Unsure what she wants at first, Miles reaches into the back

seat for the New York Times. He hands it to her and watches

until she goes inside.

EXT. WINDMILL INN - DAY

Miles pulls up and parks.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

As Miles enters, a shirtless Jack drops the Barely Legal and

is immediately upon him, grabbing him in a big BEARHUG. The

TV is on, perhaps showing an E! True Hollywood Story.

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