Something Borrowed Page #2

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CLIPBOARD:

Over-share!

Kat waves him off. Then, by rote:

KAT:

(into phone)

Mr. Rajagopal, we regret that you

were snowed in at Dulles but

snowstorms fall under a category

called force majeure. Along with

earthquakes, hurricanes, and floods.

In short, we’re not liable.

Kat checks to make sure the Clipboard has moved on. Then,

she continues, softly but very quickly.

KAT (CONT’D)

(into phone)

But just this once, I’m going to

refund the full price of your

ticket and credit you 10,000

frequent flyer miles. Thank you

for calling Virgin Atlantic!

INT. CABIN - PLANE

Kat sits in first class, absently scanning the safety card.

A PRETTY WOMAN across the aisle notices and smiles.

PRETTY WOMAN:

Your first trip?

Kat realizes she’s been reading the safety card. She laughs

and puts it back in the seat pocket. As she often does, Kat

feels compelled to explain.

KAT:

Hardly. My family moved to England

when I was fourteen. My stepdad’s

a professor at University College,

London.

(beat)

I’m going back for my sister’s

wedding...and the best man’s my ex.

In case I chicken out, I want to

know where all the exits are.

Kat eyes the front door, nervously.

PRETTY WOMAN:

I don’t believe in marriage. I

believe in hot sex. Of course,

that draws men to me like flies to

sh*t.

Kat doesn’t know what to say, but then a HOT GUY walks up the

aisle. Kat looks at the empty seat next to her and smiles at

him. He returns the smile but sits next to the Pretty Woman.

HOT GUY:

Hello, my sweet darling.

He gives the Pretty Woman a “madly in love” kiss. The Pretty

Woman rolls her eyes to Kat -- what did I tell you?

INT. GALLEY - PLANE

Kat is hiding out. She tries to calm her nerves as a MALE

FLIGHT ATTENDANT pours her a cup of water.

KAT:

I’m not a knuckler. I fly all the

time. In fact, I transferred from

Heathrow two years ago and now I

run Bags and Nags here at Kennedy,

so things are going really well for

me. The reason I can’t feel my

legs is that any minute, my date is

going to walk in that door. And I

need him to look really, really

good today.

MALE FLIGHT ATTENDANT

(not listening)

I wish I couldn’t feel my legs.

Kat peeks around the corner and spots the back of the

mysterious MAN from the opening as he loads the overhead bin

above Kat’s seat. Kat gasps, ducking back.

KAT:

Oh, no. He’s here.

The Male Flight Attendant looks out at the Man, who leans

against Kat’s seat as he chats with a FEMALE FLIGHT

ATTENDANT. Kat’s in a panic.

KAT (CONT’D)

What do you think? Does he look

hot, and is it the kinda hot

that’ll translate overseas?

MALE FLIGHT ATTENDANT

I resent your stereotyping of a man

in my profession but...

He checks out the guy again.

MALE FLIGHT ATTENDANT (CONT’D)

...darling, he’d be hot on Mars.

I’d like to unwrap him like a

Harrod’s gift basket.

Kat smiles, relieved.

INT. CABIN - PLANE

The mystery man is NICK MERCER, 32, commanding and classy,

yet somehow totally genuine. He carries his ’40s-crooner

good looks like he has no idea that men just aren’t made that

way anymore.

Nick takes two glasses of champagne from the blushing Female

Flight Attendant.

NICK:

Thank you, Lisa.

He turns around to take his seat and finds Kat standing

there, awkwardly.

KAT:

Hi. Hey.

NICK:

Kat.

Nick kisses Kat warmly on the cheek and hands her a glass of

champagne. Nick’s totally at ease. This may as well be a

candle-lit bar.

NICK (CONT’D)

Let’s sit.

Kat awkwardly negotiates her drink as they take their seats.

KAT:

I’m glad you found it okay. The

airport. The plane, I mean.

Nick notices Kat’s anxiety, tries to settle her.

NICK:

I really am sorry I couldn’t leave

earlier. I know you would have

loved a few hours to settle in

before the party.

Kat melts a little. That’s just what she was thinking.

KAT:

Work must be crazy right now.

Nick gives Kat a quizzical look. There’s something going on

here. Though it’s not clear what. Kat fills the space.

KAT (CONT’D)

I’ve gotta warn you, you know those

families where everyone’s out of

their minds but at the end of the

day, they’re family, so you love

them?

(off his nod)

Mine’s not like that.

The Flight Attendant appears with a small tray. Kat notices

the woman’s cheeks flush as she fumbles Nick’s drink.

Nick smiles warmly, but deftly ends the moment. He’s like a

famous person who has learned to manage his adoring fans with

casual grace.

KAT (CONT’D)

I love my dad. But since he’s my

stepdad, he’s technically not

family. He’s more like a hostage.

Kat tries to find her seat belt. It’s under Nick.

She reaches beneath him, tentatively, then pulls back,

embarrassed.

KAT (CONT’D)

My seat belt, it’s....

Nick pulls out the seat belt and hands it to her. Kat

buckles up, checks that it’s snug, then checks again.

They sit in silence as the plane starts barreling down the

runway.

As they pick up speed, Nick takes Kat’s hand. She finds

comfort in his touch, her need to talk abates momentarily.

She is safe.

Kat closes her eyes as the plane levels off, then peeks over

at Nick, who’s calmly staring out the window. She closes her

eyes again, this time for good.

EXT. LONDON - ESTABLISHING - DAY

INT. BAGGAGE CLAIM - HEATHROW

Nick and Kat wait at the baggage claim. She looks at his

tie, then down at her dress. They are the exact same color.

KAT:

(concerned)

Please tell me you’re not wearing

that tonight.

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