Something Borrowed Page #6

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JEFFREY:

It’s just, there’s this girl I care

for -- God, I suppose I could even

say I love her -- and the bugger

is, of course, she’s here with

someone else. Bollocks!

Nick hides his surprise as Jeffrey raises his glass in a

silent toast to his misery. Nick is just clinking glasses

with him when Kat appears and slips her arm in his.

KAT:

Here you are.

Jeffrey is horrified. Stares at Nick, aghast.

JEFFREY:

Hey, Kat.

KAT:

Hey, yourself.

(to Nick)

I see you’ve met my ex.

They all stand there, awkwardly.

KAT (CONT’D)

Did I interrupt something?

Jeffrey looks desperately at Nick. Nick hesitates, then

covers.

NICK:

I was just telling Jeffrey how we

met.

Kat gives Nick a confused look. Nick smiles warmly--

NICK (CONT’D)

The Knicks game? We both wanted

the last hot dog?

KAT:

Oh, yeah.

(pointedly, to Jeffrey)

So we split it. You know, as in

“share.” People do that.

JEFFREY:

You hate sports.

Kat squeezes Nick’s arm, adoringly.

KAT:

Not when Nick explains them.

Jeffrey’s desperate to get out of there.

JEFFREY:

(to Nick)

Right. I should be going. Good to

meet you. Perhaps I’ll see you at

the stag party. My place.

(to Kat)

You know the address.

Kat watches him rejoin the party.

KAT:

Well, he looks miserable. What

were you talking about?

NICK:

Love.

Kat and Nick walk back into the party.

INT. LANESBOROUGH HOTEL - CONTINUOUS

They walk arm and arm. After the confrontation with Jeffrey,

Kat’s excitement is almost manic.

KAT:

Jeffrey knows love like he knows

macramé.

NICK:

He was pretty drunk, but I think

he’s still crazy about you.

KAT:

Of course he is. I’m here with my

new man.

(beat)

I love it! Your magic’s already

working. Let the suffering begin.

Nick stops Kat and faces her. He is quiet but intense.

NICK:

The only one suffering here is you.

You need to stop worrying about

everyone else. You think you can

do that?

Kat takes a deep, calming breath.

KAT:

No.

She turns and surveys the room, trying to calm down. But

then slowly her face begins to tense.

KAT:

What did he say exactly? I mean,

you don’t think he wants me back?

NICK:

I don’t know.

KAT:

What does your gut say?

NICK:

You’re too good for him.

EXT. ST. JOHN’S WOOD - LATER

Nick drives slowly down St. John’s Wood’s tree-lined main

street. Nick looks out the window as they pass a corner

market, a flower shop, pubs, restaurants.

EXT. ELLIS HOUSE - ST. JOHN’S WOOD

A charming period house in a row of identical houses. You’d

never know where the Americans lived but for a conspicuous

boat trailer parked in the driveway.

Victor and Bunny try to help Nick unload Kat’s many bags from

the taxi. He won’t let them. As Nick lugs the bags up the

driveway, he reads the name, “JACK SHIP,” off the back of the

dilapidated cabin cruiser.

INT. HALLWAY - ELLIS HOUSE

Nick struggles with Kat’s many bags as Kat’s parents escort

them upstairs. Kat stops by her bedroom door, doesn’t go in.

KAT:

Well, here we are.

They stand there, awkwardly sandwiched into the small space.

NICK:

(to Bunny and Victor)

Thanks again for having me.

BUNNY:

Don’t be silly. It’s wonderful to

finally meet you. Although,

technically, I had no idea you

existed because when my daughter

turned twelve, she stopped talking

to me, except when she needed

money. So let me rephrase that.

It was nice to discover you existed

and then finally meet you all at

once. I love surprises.

VICTOR:

Okay, Bun. That’s enough.

Kat gives them a look, but doesn’t open her bedroom door.

KAT:

Where’s Nick sleeping?

BUNNY:

Why, with you.

KAT:

(not listening)

My mother has a rule about men and

women sleeping in the same room

without a ring in the picture. She

thinks it’s--

Kat puts her fingers up to do air quotes, then suddenly

realizes what her mother just said.

KAT (CONT’D)

Huh?

BUNNY:

(twinkling at Nick)

I’m not as square as my daughter

thinks.

As Kat’s parents walk away, Bunny flirtatiously sidles up to

Victor and pulls him into their bedroom.

KAT:

She must have drowned her rules in

the Chardonnay.

With that, Kat closes the door.

INT. KAT’S ROOM

The door CLICKS shut and the happy couple separates

instantly. Kat to one side of the room, Nick to the other.

Kat’s childhood bedroom has an aggressively floral decor.

KAT:

Sorry about the creepy room. I

went through a painfully earnest

Laura-Ashley phase.

Kat takes a brown envelope out of her purse, opens it, and

removes A STACK OF HUNDREDS.

She hands the pile of money to Nick.

KAT:

Count it. Six thousand even.

Nick doesn’t look at the money, just tucks it into his bag.

NICK:

I trust you.

Kat almost lets it go, but then...

KAT:

No, count it, anyway.

NICK:

Why?

KAT:

I’m compulsive and weird?

Nick humors her. Pulls out the stack of bills and counts it.

KAT (CONT’D)

Six thousand, right?

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