Sideways Page #3

MILES:

For Christ's Sake, Jack! You just

wasted like half of it!

Jack begins pouring two glasses.

JACK:

Shut up.

(handing Miles a glass)

Here's to a great week.

MILES:

(coming around)

Yes. Absolutely. Despite your crass

behavior, I'm really glad we're

finally getting this time together.

JACK:

Yeah.

MILES:

You know how long I've been begging

to take you on the wine tour. I was

beginning to think it was never going

to happen.

They clink and drink.

JACK:

Oh, that's tasty.

MILES:

100% Pinot Noir. Single vineyard.

They don't even make it anymore.

JACK:

Pinot Noir? How come it's white?

Doesn't noir mean dark?

MILES:

Jesus. Don't ask questions like that

up in the wine country. They'll think

you're a moron.

JACK:

Just tell me.

MILES:

Color in the red wines comes from

the skins. This juice is free run,

so there's no skin contact in the

fermentation, ergo no color.

JACK:

(not really listening)

Sure is tasty.

EXT. FREEWAY - DAY

The Saab heads north.

INT. SAAB - DAY

The boys continue to drink and drive.

MILES:

Did you read the latest draft, by

the way?

JACK:

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

MILES:

And?

JACK:

I liked it a lot. A lot of

improvements. It just seemed overall,

I don't know, tighter, more...

congealed or something.

MILES:

How about the new ending? Did you

like that?

JACK:

Oh yeah. Much better.

MILES:

There is no new ending. Page 750 on

is exactly the same.

JACK:

Well, then I guess it must have felt

new because everything leading up to

it was so different.

INT. GAS STATION #1 - DAY

Miles is pumping gas. Jack is stretching his legs nearby or

perhaps cleaning the windshield.

A CELLPHONE RINGS. Jack reaches into his pocket.

JACK:

(looking at the phone)

It's Christine.

(snapping it open)

Hey you.

CHRISTINE (ON PHONE)

You guys having fun?

Christine's voice is so loud that Jack has to hold the phone

away from his ear.

JACK:

Yeah. All twenty minutes so far have

been a blast.

CHRISTINE (ON THE PHONE)

Good. That's good.

A silence, then --

JACK:

So what's up?

CHRISTINE (ON THE PHONE)

Just seeing how you're doing. And,

um, Mom and I were starting to look

over the seating charts again, and

we're wondering if you wanted Tony

Levin to sit next to the Feldmans,

or should he be at one of the singles

tables?

Jack looks at Miles in a mute appeal for sympathy.

CHRISTINE (ON THE PHONE)

So what do you think? With the

Feldmans?

Jack hasn't even really heard the question.

JACK:

Yeah. The Feldmans.

As the conversation continues, Miles replaces the GAS PUMP,

screws the GAS CAP back on, and together the guys get back

into the car. We DRIVE AWAY WITH THEM.

CHRISTINE (ON THE PHONE)

Really? Because I don't know, I was

thinking that --

JACK:

Well, then put him at the singles

table.

CHRISTINE (ON THE PHONE)

The problem with that is that then

there's one extra --

JACK:

Then put him with the Feldmans.

Whatever you and your Mom decide is

fine with me.

CHRISTINE (ON THE PHONE)

Don't dismiss me. I'm trying to

include you in this decision. He's

your friend.

JACK:

I didn't dismiss you. I told you

what I thought, but it didn't seem

to matter, so you decide. Besides,

this is supposed to be my time with

Miles. I hope you're not going to

call every five minutes.

CHRISTINE (ON THE PHONE)

I'm not going to call every five

minutes, but this is important.

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