Something Borrowed Page #5

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INT. NEAR W.C. - LANESBOROUGH HOTEL

Jeffrey, a dashing Brit, is not a man who likes to wait, but

wait he has. Kat emerges from the W.C. as if she hadn’t seen

him before.

KAT:

Why, Jeffrey. Hello.

JEFFREY:

Hello, Katmandu.

As Jeffrey kisses her on the cheek, Kat’s eyes close and she

takes in his smell. It’s like coming home. She doesn’t want

it to, but something inside her stirs.

JEFFREY (CONT’D)

You look well, Gorgeous.

All he has to do is look her in the eyes and her big plans

fly out the window. Kat blushes.

JEFFREY (CONT’D)

Seeing you again....

KAT:

Yeah?

Just then, TJ, 30, Kat’s cousin, appears, wrapping Kat in a

hug. TJ’s deb-of-the-year perkiness is undercut by her

Longshoreman’s tongue.

TJ:

Kat Ellis! We live two hundred

miles away from each other but I

have to fly all the way to London

to see you. You haven’t visited me

once in D.C. Where the hell have

you been? I have gynecologists

that call more often.

KAT:

You have more than one gynecologist?

TJ:

Sure. You’ve got to play them

against each other. Otherwise they

think you’re easy.

TJ turns on Jeffrey like she just realized he was there.

TJ (CONT’D)

Hey, a**hole, since you dumped my

cousin brutally and without cause,

you won’t mind if I steal her away?

I have all kinds of interesting

things to tell her.

TJ darts Jeffrey a dirty look and drags Kat away.

INT. LANESBOROUGH HOTEL - CONTINUOUS

Arms locked, Kat and TJ rejoin the party.

KAT:

You didn’t have to do that.

TJ:

I wasn’t saving you from him. I

was saving you from yourself.

You’re too f***ing nice.

KAT:

Don’t worry. I’m so over him.

(beat)

By the way, do you know if he’s

seeing anyone?

They spot Nick talking to Bunny, surrounded by OCTOGENARIANS.

He doesn’t look the least bit lost. In fact, he’s charming

the Dockers off them.

TJ:

Why waste ten more seconds on the

slimy limey when Mr. Tie-Me-Up-Tie-Me-

Down is waiting for you at the bar?

ANGLE ON NICK, listening patiently as Bunny pours her heart

out.

BUNNY:

After Kat’s father died and I

married Victor, I was so desperate

for my little girl to love him. It

never occurred to me that she might

love him more.

ANGLE ON KAT AND TJ, still staring at Nick.

TJ:

What’s he do anyway?

KAT:

Therapist.

Just then, Nick looks up and gives Kat an intimate, “get over

here” look. TJ sighs audibly.

TJ:

I think I just came.

INT. LANESBOROUGH HOTEL - LATER

Nick stands with Kat at the bar. The BARTENDER hands Kat a

drink.

AMY (O.S.)

Can I have that?

Kat looks over and sees Amy. She puts her drink on the bar,

but Amy can’t quite reach it from her stool. Amy makes an

exaggerated reaching gesture and whimpers.

Nick takes note as Kat slides the drink closer. Amy sips it

through the straw without picking it up.

AMY:

You know what I love about all

this?

KAT:

There’s finally a reason for the

whole world to revolve around you?

AMY:

Exactly! Today’s my day. Tomorrow

will be my day. And the day after

that? My day.

As Amy gloats, Ed dances over. He’s a refreshingly

unaffected upper-class Brit.

ED:

How’s the future Mrs.?

Amy kisses him on the lips.

AMY:

Perfect. All ginny.

KAT:

Except it’s Scotch.

AMY:

(ignoring Kat)

But I’m not taking your name,

buster. I’m a feminist!

(shaking her drink)

I need icey! Mr. husband-man, get

me more icey!

ED:

All right, then kiss me.

(she kisses him)

God, I’m a lucky sod.

Ed lifts Amy off the stool and spins her around. He does an

awkward dance move and steps on her toe.

AMY:

See what happens when you put off

dance lessons til two days before

the wedding?

Ed looks to Nick for support.

ED:

Who’s ever heard of dance lessons

for a wedding, honestly?

NICK:

Um, just about everyone.

ED:

You are taking the piss?

Ed looks to Kat, who shakes her head.

NICK:

We’ll go with you guys tomorrow. I

suck too. It’ll be fun.

Amy kisses Nick’s cheek.

AMY:

I don’t even know you, hunky-dunky,

and I love you already.

Kat throws Amy a dark look.

ED:

(to no one)

Dance lessons. Right.

EXT. BALCONY - LANESBOROUGH HOTEL

Escaping, Nick steps outside and bumps into Jeffrey, who

teeters on the railing.

NICK:

Hey.

JEFFREY:

Oh, hello.

Jeffrey looks upset. Nick tries to break the ice.

NICK:

A wedding is a sacrament...a joyous

celebration of love and commitment.

In Utopia. In the real world...

it’s an excuse to drink excessively

and say things you shouldn’t say.

JEFFREY:

Ah, a philosopher.

NICK:

Shrink, actually.

JEFFREY:

Crikey.

NICK:

What?

JEFFREY:

Nothing, nothing.

NICK:

No, tell me.

JEFFREY:

You Yanks and your therapy. It’s

great.

(beat)

It’s all a bit too touchy-feely for

me.

A beat as Jeffrey watches the party. He sees Kat and Amy at

the bar and slowly turns to Nick. With difficulty, he begins

to unburden himself to his new therapist.

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