Sideways Page #5
Miles leads Jack into this small condo. The TV is on, and
it's MESSY. Amid the newspapers and junk mail and dishes, an
AB-ROLLER and an ancient SCHWINN EXER-CYCLE sit forgotten in
a corner.
INT. MILES'S MOTHER'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
Miles finishes twisting ice trays into a MOP BUCKET as it
fills with water in the sink. He puts the champagne in and
carries it into the --
INT. MILES'S MOTHER'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
He takes a seat on the sofa next to Jack, who is watching
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE?
MILES:
Let me show you something. The secret
to opening champagne is that once
the cork is released, you keep
pressure on it so you don't --
JACK:
(concentrated on the
TV)
Just a second. Guy's going for $2500.
Miles finishes opening the bottle with an elegant silence.
PHYLLIS (O.S.)
Ready for my close up!
The boys turn to see Phyllis now dolled up in thick make-up
and a PANTSUIT. Her eyebrows are painted and cock-eyed.
Overall she looks much worse than before.
PHYLLIS:
Oh, champagne! Miles, why don't you
bring that out onto the lanai? I
thought we could eat on the lanai.
EXT. MILES'S MOTHER'S LANAI - NIGHT
Miles and Jack are seated in webbed chairs around a circular
glass table. They are mid-meal.
Everyone is more than a little lubricated, especially the
birthday girl as she returns from the kitchen with another
plate of food.
JACK:
Mrs. Raymond, this is delicious.
Absolutely delicious.
PHYLLIS:
(sitting)
They're just leftovers.
JACK:
Is it chicken?
PHYLLIS:
I could have made something fancier
if a certain someone had let me know
that a certain someone was coming
for a visit with a certain special
friend. Could have made a pork roast.
MILES:
It was a surprise, Mom.
PHYLLIS:
And I could have already put clean
sheets on the other bed and the fold-
out. You are staying. Wendy, Ron and
the twins are picking us up at 11:30
to go to brunch at the Sheraton.
They do a magnificent job there.
Wendy is so excited you're coming.
Silence. Jack freezes, his fork halfway to his mouth.
MILES:
You talked to Wendy?
PHYLLIS:
Just now. She's thrilled. And the
kids.
MILES:
(trying to be chipper)
Yeah, well. You know, Jack's pretty
eager to get up to... you know, but,
uh, yeah. We'll see how it goes.
PHYLLIS:
Well, you boys do what you want. I
just think it would be nice for us
to be together as a family on my
birthday.
MILES:
Uh-huh.
(wiping his mouth)
I'll be right back.
He gets up and heads into the house.
INT. MILES'S APARTMENT HALLWAY - NIGHT
Miles heads toward...
INT. MILES'S APARTMENT BEDROOM - NIGHT
...and goes directly to her dresser, opening a drawer filled
with bras, panties and stockings.
He burrows through his mother's lingerie until locating a
CAN OF RAID. A can of Raid?
He twists open the bottom and pulls it apart, revealing it
to be a SECRET STASH for valuables disguised as a common
household product. Inside are stacks of ONE-HUNDRED DOLLAR
BILLS.
MILES:
(quickly peeling some
off)
...six, seven, eight,...
(one more for good
luck)
Nine.
His task complete, he closes the drawer, and as he stuffs
the bills in his pocket, his glance falls upon FRAMED PHOTOS
atop the dresser --
-- A proud NINE-YEAR-OLD MILES poses in front of his childhood
San Diego home, showing off a WAGON filled with freshly
harvested lettuce. On the wagon is a hand-lettered sign --
"10 cents a bunch."
-- A Sears portrait shows the RAYMOND FAMILY: a much younger
Phyllis, her husband, and their two children -- a 12-year-
old Miles and seven-year-old Wendy.
-- Miles at his wedding. He and his bride VICTORIA look young
and attractive, their faces radiant and hopeful.
INT. MILES'S APARTMENT BATHROOM - NIGHT
Miles enters, flushes the toilet and leaves.
EXT. MILES'S MOTHER'S LANAI - NIGHT
As Miles slides open the door and takes his seat again, Jack
is pouring Phyllis another glass.
PHYLLIS:
And what was that other one you did,
the one where you're the jogger?
JACK:
Oh, that was for, uh, wait... That
was for Spray and Wash.
PHYLLIS:
Spray and Wash. That's the one.
JACK:
Yeah, I remember the girl who was in
it with me. She was something.
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