Sideways Page #9

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

Miles and Jack enter the room and throw their suitcases onto

their respective beds.

LATER --

The sounds of a SHOWER and OFF-KEY SINGING come from the

bathroom while Miles sits impatiently on the bed. He pounds

on the wall.

MILES:

Hey Jack, hurry up!

JACK (O.S.)

Just a minute!

Opening the bedside drawer, Miles finds a GIDEON'S BIBLE and

tosses it in the trash -- apparently his hotel routine.

EXT. HIGHWAY 246 - DUSK

Freshly showered and dressed for dinner, Miles and Jack amble

along the shoulder of this busy local two-lane highway. They

pass a mall and a car dealership.

JACK:

I thought you said it was close. Now

I'm all pitted out.

MILES:

It's not even a mile.

JACK:

We should have driven.

MILES:

Not with the wine list these people

have. We don't want to hold back.

JACK:

You think I'm making a mistake

marrying Christine?

MILES:

Whoa.

JACK:

Come on, do you think I'm doing the

right thing? Tell the truth. You've

been through it.

MILES:

Well, you waited for good reason,

and you proposed to Christine for

some good reason. So I think it's

great. It's time. You've got to have

your eyes open, that's all. I mean,

look at me. I thought Victoria and I

were set for life.

JACK:

Christine's dad -- he's been talking

about bringing me into his property

business. Showing me the ropes. And

that's something, considering how

long it took him to get over I'm not

Armenian. So I'm thinking about it.

But I don't know, might get a little

incestuous. But Mike does pretty

well. A lot of high-end commercial

stuff.

MILES:

So you're going to stop acting?

JACK:

No way. This would just provide some

stability is what I'm saying. I can

always squeeze in an audition or a

commercial here and there, you know,

keep myself in the game in case

something big comes along.

MILES:

Uh-huh.

JACK:

We're not getting any younger, right?

And my career, well, it's gotten

pretty, you know, frustrating. Even

with my new manager. Maybe it's time

to settle down.

MILES:

If that's what feels right.

JACK:

(convincing himself)

It does. Feels right.

MILES:

Then it's a good thing.

JACK:

(nodding, feeling

better)

Yeah. It's good. Feels good.

Miles leads them away from the road and across a parking

lot. The camera PANS to reveal --

THE HITCHING POST, a local institution.

INT. HITCHING POST BAR - DUSK

Miles and Jack belly up. GARY, the Samoan bartender, spots

Miles and extends a welcoming hand.

GARY:

Hey, Miles. Long time no see.

MILES:

Gary.

GARY:

When's that novel of yours coming

out? We all want to read it.

MILES:

Soon, soon. Say, this is my buddy

Jack. He's getting married next week.

GARY:

(shaking Jack's hand)

My condolences.

MILES:

What are you pouring tonight?

GARY:

Lot of good stuff.

(looking at a row of

bottles)

Got the new Bien Nacido. Want a taste?

MILES:

Absolutement.

(to Jack)

They have their own label that's

just outstanding.

Gary pours Jack and Miles a generous sample and the two men

swirl, sniff and taste. Jack is beginning to get the hang of

things.

GARY:

What do you think?

MILES:

Tight as a nun's a**hole but qood

concentration. Nice fruit.

JACK:

Yeah. Tight.

MILES:

(to Gary)

Pour us a couple.

Gary fills their glasses and corks the bottle. Jack raises

his glass to toast.

JACK:

Here's to my last week of freedom.

MILES:

It's going to be great. Here's to

us.

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