Sideways Page #7

Jack spots the waitress coming out of the kitchen and motions

for more coffee. She nods and smiles, indicating she'll be

right over. Jack returns the smile and holds up a hand to

signal he'll wait. Jack turns back to see Miles watching

him.

JACK:

What?

EXT. CENTRAL COAST - DAY

In a series of shots, the Saab -- now with its TOP DOWN --

makes its way onto the 101 and travels past landmarks that

those familiar with the Santa Barbara area might recognize.

MUSIC accompanies this sequence that anchors us into the

rhythm of a road trip.

INT./EXT. SAAB - DAY

The car now descends the Santa Ynez Mountains and heads toward

Buellton. Miles and Jack must SHOUT to be heard in the open

car.

MILES:

You know what? Let's take the Santa

Rosa turnoff and hit Sanford first.

JACK:

Whatever's closest, man. I need a

glass.

MILES:

These guys make top-notch Pinot and

Chardonnay. One of the best producers

in Santa Barbara county.

(looking out the window)

Look how beautiful this view is.

What a day!

JACK:

I thought you hated Chardonnay.

MILES:

I like all varietals. I just don't

generally like the way they manipulate

Chardonnay in California -- too much

oak and secondary malolactic

fermentation.

EXT. SANTA ROSA TURN-OFF - DAY

The Saab passes over the 101 and turns onto SANTA ROSA road.

INT./EXT. SAAB - DAY

The boys now pass vineyards of immaculate grapevines.

MILES:

Jesus, what a day! Isn't it gorgeous?

And the ocean's just right over that

ridge. See, the reason this region's

great for Pinot is that the cold air

off the Pacific flows in at night

through these transverse valleys and

cools down the berries. Pinot's a

very thin-skinned grape and doesn't

like heat or humidity.

Jack looks at Miles, admiring his friend's vast learning and

articulateness.

The Saab now pulls of the road and makes its way down a long

gravel DRIVEWAY.

JACK:

Hey, Miles. I really hope your novel

sells.

MILES:

Thanks, Jack. So do I.

(noticing)

Here we are.

EXT. SANFORD TASTING ROOM - DAY

Miles brings the car to a stop in the parking lot. As they

get out and walk --

MILES:

So what'd you guys finally decide on

for the menu?

JACK:

I told you. Filet and salmon.

MILES:

Yeah, but how are they making the

salmon? Poached with a yogurt-dill

sauce? Teriyaki? Curry?

JACK:

I don't know. Salmon. Don't you always

have white wine with fish?

MILES:

Oh, Jesus. Look, at some point we

have to find out because it's going

to make a big difference.

JACK:

(taking out his phone)

Let me call Christine.

MILES:

Doesn't have to be now. Let's go

taste.

JACK:

I owe her a call anyway.

Miles must curb his eagerness to go inside the tasting room

as Jack SPEED DIALS.

JACK:

Hey, honey. So we're up here about

to taste some whites, and we need to

know how the caterers are going to

make the salmon.

Jack listens, then grows suddenly impatient.

JACK:

No, I know, I didn't forget, but we

wound up at Miles's mom's house, and

it got really late, and it was hard

to call, so I'm calling you now. I

said I was sorry. Yes, I did.

(to Miles)

You heard me say I was sorry, right?

Miles just shrugs.

JACK:

Miles heard me say I was sorry.

As Jack gets more and more involved with the phone call, he

wanders off across the parking lot, progressively out of

earshot.

JACK:

Give me a break, will you? I just

called to find out about the salmon --

for our wedding -- to be more

involved, like you said -- and all

you want to do is get into it about

last night and, okay, I'm sorry. I'm

sorry I didn't call. You're totally

right. I know, but I'm trying to

make this the best wedding I can

with the best wine we can find. Don't

I get any credit for that? Okay.

Look, I've got to go. I'm out here

in the parking lot, and Miles is

waiting for me...

And so it goes, Jack's voice rising and falling. Miles decides

to head inside.

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