Something Borrowed Page #12

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INT. HALL - ELLIS HOUSE - LATER

Kat starts up the stairs. The first step CREAKS loudly.

Remembering countless school-age sneak-ins, Kat flattens her

foot against the back of each step and soundlessly walks up

the stairs.

INT. KAT’S ROOM - ELLIS HOUSE

Nick is asleep in Kat’s bed, bare-chested under a single

sheet.

The CAMERA FINDS Kat standing with her back to the door,

staring at Nick. Nick stirs, opens his eyes, and rises onto

one arm.

NICK:

You okay?

Kat walks to him, takes his hand.

KAT:

(whispering)

Shhhh.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - ELLIS HOUSE

Kat leads Nick down the driveway towards the BOAT TRAILER.

On it, the twenty-six-foot CABIN CRUISER with peeling paint.

Kat unbuttons the weathered cover and peels it back. She

climbs up a ladder and hoists herself into the boat. Nick

smiles at the strangeness of this, then climbs in after her.

INT. BOAT

In the cabin, Kat flicks a couple of switches and a row of

lights flicker on. She flicks another switch and a piercing

sea-horn BLARES the “William Tell Overture.” She scrambles

to turn it off and checks the house for activity. A dog

BARKS in the distance.

Relieved, Kat pushes a tape into an old radio. MUSIC limps

through hollow speakers.

Kat leads Nick into the cabin and onto the bed. Without

taking her eyes off him, Kat starts to slowly undress. Her

shirt drops to the floor. Then, a moment later, her skirt.

Kat breathes deeply then reaches behind her back and flicks

open her bra. We watch Kat’s face as she lets it fall to the

floor. Kat is indeed a woman who doesn’t do naked -- this is

killing her.

On the bed, Nick doesn’t say anything, just watches. Kat

wants to read something into his stare. Longing, desire,

anything. But he’s utterly inscrutable. It’s both unnerving

and extremely sexy.

Kat steels herself and removes her underwear. She loses her

nerve momentarily and pulls them up again. Finally, she

slips them off and tries not to laugh as she scurries onto

the bed.

Hovering lazily in the waking dream of interrupted sleep,

Nick gazes at Kat. In a trick of light, the cabin windows

glow liquid, as though the moon were reflecting off water.

Nick runs his hand across Kat’s waist. She’s trying to hold

back. He knows it and likes it. He takes her face in his

hands and kisses her. It’s amazing. A different kind of

kiss. They pull back and look at each other.

In one swift movement, he flips Kat underneath him.

Suddenly, the space between them collapses and they attack

each other.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - ELLIS HOUSE - DAWN

Kat’s house beams in the scarlet light of dawn. Two BIN-MEN

walk down the driveway toward the bins. They grab three bins

and drag them noisily past the boat parked in the driveway.

INT. BOAT

CLOSE ON Kat and Nick, asleep, their faces pressed up against

each other.

We PULL BACK to reveal Kat and Nick entwined, naked. We PULL

BACK further to reveal that they’re covered with a fleece

blanket and a pile of life vests.

Nick opens his eyes and looks at Kat, who is as calm and

content as we’ve seen her. Then, he realizes where he is.

It’s like waking up in a strange hotel room, only weirder

because it’s a boat...in a driveway...in London.

Nick carefully extricates himself and begins to dress. We’ve

seen this scene a thousand times before, but Nick’s escape is

breathtakingly precise and practiced.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - ELLIS HOUSE

Nick climbs down the ladder of the boat just as the Bin-Men

are returning the empty bins beside the garage. Nick gives

them a nod.

NICK:

Morning.

The guys nod back and finish their job as Nick sneaks toward

the house.

INT. KITCHEN - ELLIS HOUSE

Victor and Bunny sit at the kitchen table. Victor’s buried

in the International Herald Tribune crossword puzzle. Bunny

looks out the window and sees Nick creeping towards the

house, shoes in hand.

BUNNY:

She still thinks we don’t know

about the boat thing.

Victor looks up from his paper. He sees Nick, snorts, and

goes back to his crossword.

INT. BOAT - LATER

Kat’s eyes flutter open. Her hair is plastered into an

impromptu quasi-beehive. She looks down at her “pillow.”

It’s a buoy.

Kat suddenly sits bolt upright. She grabs a life vest to

cover her naked chest and looks around in horror. Then her

eyes widen as she remembers the rest of the night.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - ELLIS HOUSE

Kat slinks towards the house, retreading Nick’s walk of

shame.

INT. KITCHEN - ELLIS HOUSE

Victor looks up from his paper and sees Kat.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - ELLIS HOUSE

Kat’s almost to the house when she hears a loud, POUNDING.

She looks up to see HER FATHER tapping on the window and

laughing at her. Kat’s mortified, but can’t help smiling.

She waves and keeps walking.

CUT TO:

INT. KAT’S ROOM

Kat looks around frantically for something. She finds her

purse and checks to see if the ATM money is still there. It

is. She breathes a sigh of relief, then, hearing footsteps,

hastily stuffs the wad back in.

Nick opens the door, carrying a breakfast-in-bed tray. Kat

spins around, guiltily.

NICK:

I wasn’t sure what works for you,

so I’ve got a pack of Saltines, a

bottle of Pedialyte -- preferred by

infants and rock stars -- an eggand-

cheese sandwich, a black

coffee, and a Bloody Mary.

Kat slumps onto the bed. She hasn’t gotten her land legs

back yet.

KAT:

This is really sweet of you, but I

need to ask you something.

(desperately)

What happened last night?

Nick is taken aback. He sets down the tray. He’s not sure

what to say, then makes a decision.

NICK:

Nothing.

Kat looks surprised, then skeptical.

KAT:

Are you sure?

NICK:

We kissed. Made out a little.

Then you passed out.

She stares at him long and hard.

KAT:

Whether it’s true or not, thank

you.

Kat disappears and Nick bites into a Saltine as the shower

HISSES on. Then something catches his eye. It’s Kat’s purse

lying next to the bed. Stuffed on top,

A WAD OF MONEY. His brow furrows, Nick picks it up and leafs

through the stack of pounds and euros.

INT. KAT’S BATHROOM

In the shower, Kat lets the scorching water punish and purify

her.

NICK (O.S.)

What’s this?

Startled, Kat peeks her head out of the shower curtain and

sees Nick holding the pile of money.

KAT:

Oh. Shoot. I--

She retreats into the shower, yanking the curtain closed.

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