Sideways Page #38
VICTORIA:
Not me. I'm not drinking.
MILES:
You quit drinking?
VICTORIA:
I'm pregnant.
MILES:
(hit in the solar
plexus)
Oh. Huh. Well...
(rallying)
Congratulations again, Vicki. That's
wonderful news.
VICTORIA:
(going to the car)
See you over there, Miles.
MILES:
Yeah.
As she gets in the car and cruises away, Miles glances back
at --
THE RECEIVING LINE
-- where Mike Erganian is introducing Jack to some dear old
FRIENDS. Mike throws a loving arm around his new son-in-law,
and Jack is drawn into Mike's bosom.
EXT. STREET - DAY
A HAND-PAINTED SIGN, attached to a STOP SIGH and decorated
with balloons, reads: "RECEPTION THIS WAY!" with an arrow
pointing RIGHT.
One by one, CARS are making a right turn. But when his turn
comes, Miles turns LEFT.
EXT. MILES'S APARTMENT COMPLEX - DAY
The Saab pull up outside. Miles leaves the car idling as he
sprints inside. Moments later he sprints back to his car,
this time carrying SOMETHING.
OMIT:
INT. FAST FOOD PLACE - DAY
His bowtie undone, Miles sits at a booth eating. He washes
down a bite by draining the contents of a big wax-coated
soft drink cup.
He brings the cup to his lap and refills it from a BOTTLE OF
WINE hidden next to him. As he sets the bottle back down, we
glimpse the label: 1961 Cheval Blanc.
He takes another sip. As the camera MOVES CLOSER, all the
complex emotions inspired by the wine ripple across Miles's
face.
14-YEAR-OLD BOY (O.S.)
"The marrow of his bone," I repeated
aimlessly. This at least penetrated
my mind. Phineas had died from the
marrow of his bone flowing down his
blood stream to his heart.
INT. MIDDLE SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY
The voice belongs to one of Miles's PUPILS reading aloud in
class. Other students follow along silently from their own
copies of A Separate Peace.
SUPERIMPOSED --
FIVE WEEKS LATER
Miles sits behind his desk at the front of the class.
14-YEAR-OLD BOY
I did not cry then or ever about
Finny. I did not cry even when I
stood watching him being lowered
into his family's straight-laced
burial ground outside of Boston. I
could not escape a feeling that this
was my own funeral, and you do not
cry in that case.
The students look up.
14-YEAR-OLD BOY
Do you want me to keep reading the
next chapter, Mr. Raymond?
MILES:
(as though coming to)
Hrnrnrn? No, we'll pick up there on
Monday.
INT. MILES'S APARTMENT - EVENING
Miles enters his tiny apartment. He loosens his tie and puts
down his satchel.
On his way to the kitchen, he presses a button on his
ANSWERING MACHINE. As it plays, he opens the REFRIGERATOR
and looks inside.
ANSWERING MACHINE
One new message.
MAYA'S VOICE
Hello, Miles. It's Maya.
Miles FREEZES, not wanting to miss a single syllable.
MAYA'S VOICE
Thanks for your letter. I would have
called you sooner, but I think I've
needed some time to think about
everything that happened and what
you wrote to me. Another reason I
didn't call sooner is that I wanted
to finish your book, which I finally
did last night.
Miles's heart pounds.
MAYA'S VOICE
I think it's really lovely, Miles.
You're so good with words. Who cares
if it's not getting published? There
are so many beautiful and painful
things about it. Did you really go
through all that? It must have been
awfully hard. And the sister character --
Jesus, what a wreck. But I have to
say I was really confused by the
ending. Did the father finally commit
suicide, or what? It's driving me
crazy. And the title.
INT./EXT. SAAB - DAY
THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD --
We see ourselves taking the BUELLTON EXIT.
MAYA'S VOICE
Anyway, it's turned cold and rainy
here lately. But I like winter. So
listen, if you ever do decide to
come up here again, you should let
me know. I would say stop by the
Hitching Post, but to tell you the
truth I'm not sure how much longer
I'm going to be working there. I'm
going to graduate soon so I'll
probably relocate. We'll see.
EXT. MAYA'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
Miles climbs the wooden steps and approaches Maya's back
door.
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