Something Borrowed Page #14

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A door BUZZES.

INT. JEWELRY STORE - ST. JOHN’S WOOD

Kat enters and approaches SAL, 60, a tough-talking, Cockney

teddy bear.

KAT:

Hey, Sal.

SAL:

I heard you were back in town,

kitty cat. You’re here for the

highland flings, I bet.

KAT:

I get all the glamour jobs.

He smiles and heads into the back. Kat casually looks into

the counter. Her face is blank as she scans row after row of

engagement rings.

Sal reemerges with two ring boxes. Kat takes the rings and

smiles.

KAT (CONT’D)

Thanks, Sally.

She turns to go.

SAL:

The one I made for you is the

cherries. You hang onto it or give

it back?

KAT:

Give it back? Are you nuts?

SAL:

You pawned it.

KAT:

Not exactly. I wear it.

(defiantly)

On my right hand. And only rarely.

Just then, the door BUZZES. Kat turns. It’s Jeffrey,

tugging on the handle. Sal scowls.

SAL:

You want I nut him in the boat?

KAT:

Yes? No. What?

(beat)

Save the patter for the tourists.

SAL:

You want me to let him in?

KAT:

Of course, don’t be silly.

Sal BUZZES Jeffrey in and gives him the dirty eye before he

disappears into the back.

KAT (CONT’D)

Hey, you!

JEFFREY:

Let me guess. Amy presumed I’d

forget the rings.

(off her look)

I think I’m her least favorite

person.

(beat)

You know, I am sorry.

KAT:

(warming)

Maybe not her least... There’s

always--

KAT/JEFFREY

Ed’s mother.

They share a moment.

KAT:

So, tell me, how’s unmarried life?

JEFFREY:

I have regrets.

Kat jumps down his throat, instantly abandoning her false

largesse.

KAT:

Whoa, Jeffrey. Slow down. You and

me, we’re the past. I’m not sure

if you noticed, but I’m here with

someone else.

JEFFREY:

Kat, we must talk. This guy,

there’s something not quite right.

KAT:

It’s called character. God, you’re

predictable.

JEFFREY:

Is that why you brought him?

Because of me.

Kat laughs way too hard.

KAT:

Don’t be absurd.

Kat is about to walk out the door, but she can’t help

herself. She stops.

KAT (CONT’D)

I brought him here because he’s my

boyfriend. Because I adore him.

Because late at night he takes me

in his arms and....

Kat leans in and whispers something into Jeffrey’s ear.

KAT (CONT’D)

I’d stick around and explain what

that means, but even if I give you

the instruction manual, it doesn’t

mean you’ve got the tools to get

the job done.

Kat tries not to do a little “f***-you” jig as she walks out

the door.

EXT. STREET - ST. JOHN’S WOOD

Kat strides away but Jeffrey catches up to her. She secretly

smiles at the power she is exerting over him.

JEFFREY:

Kat, wait. I don’t want you hating

me. We’ve never had this talk.

You know how crap I am at this.

KAT:

Um, news flash:
I don’t give a

sh*t.

JEFFREY:

Kat, stop it. You do. You can’t

even look me in the eye. You went

back to the States when we split

up.

Jeffrey sees Kat flinch. He knows he’s hit something. She

looks away.

KAT:

That was a long time ago.

JEFFREY:

It was. And it took your sister

getting married to get you back

here.

KAT:

(wavering)

So, what’s your point?

JEFFREY:

I should have told you why I broke

up with you. I was a coward. You

deserve to know.

Just then Nick walks up. He puts a protective hand on Kat’s

back and shakes Jeffrey’s hand.

NICK:

Hey, man.

JEFFREY:

Sorry, can you give us a moment?

NICK:

No, I can’t. We’re late for a

dance lesson. I guess you’ll have

to finish up later.

Kat gives Nick an angry look as he pulls her away.

INT. DANCE CLUB STAIRCASE

Kat, furious, charges up the stairs--

NICK:

Hello, goodbye, I want you, I hate

you. It’s all just words. None of

it means anything. What matters is

what you do. You either stay put

or you walk away. If you look

back, you’re not walking away!

KAT:

Oh, cut the crap!

NICK:

I just hate seeing you so stuck.

KAT:

He was about to un-stick me!

(hissing)

I paid you to help me get closure.

NICK:

You paid me for a lot of reasons.

Closure wasn’t one of them.

Kat is infuriated. She huffs and pushes open the door.

INT. STEP-BALL-CHANGE DANCE CLUB

Nick and Kat burst in, late. Glistening hardwood floors,

mirrored walls. Eyes closed and hands clasped, Amy and Ed

stand in a circle with SONJA, late 50’s, the melodramatic

dance teacher. Kat and Nick join the circle.

KAT:

(mumbling)

Sorry.

Sonja barely tolerates the interruption, closes her eyes and

breathes in deeply.

SONJA:

The wedding dance is, sans doubte,

the most important dance-moment in

a person’s life.

Ed cracks open his eyes to see if anyone else thinks this is

a crock of sh*t. Nick catches Ed’s eye. Amy darts Ed a “pay

attention” look.

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