Something Borrowed Page #7

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NICK:

On the nose.

(beat)

I tell you what, because you’re so

cute, I’ll take care of our

incidentals.

KAT:

How does it feel to get that much

money just for being you?

NICK:

(wryly)

Great, with the occasional stabs of

shame. Now, listen, this covers

the weekend, but as we discussed,

if you want to be intimate, we talk

money before anything happens.

KAT:

That won’t be an issue, believe me.

I find the idea of sex for money

morally repugnant.

(realizing)

No offense.

NICK:

It’s okay. Hell, I’ve never paid

for it. But please don’t feel like

you have to explain yourself to me.

Kat walks over to an old dollhouse. Its rooms have been

gutted, their mini furnishings replaced with a teenager’s

cassette-tape collection.

Kat pulls out Guns and Roses’ “Appetite for Destruction” and

opens it. There’s no tape inside, just some nicotine

patches. Nick watches as she opens one up and slaps it on.

NICK:

You quitting?

KAT:

I’m desperate to start but I don’t

have an addictive personality.

Except for approval. That, I can’t

get enough of.

Nick notices an ‘80s poster of two guys with guitars, all big

hair and laser light shows.

NICK:

Who are they?

KAT:

Graham Russell and Russell

Hitchcock.

Nick thinks about those names for a second, then his face

twists.

NICK:

Air Supply?

Embarrassed, Kat hastily rips down the poster and stuffs it

in the closet.

KAT:

My parents had a German exchange

student a few years back.... He

must have left it here.

Nick hides a smile as Kat ducks into the bathroom.

INT. KAT’S BATHROOM

Kat has left the door open a crack as she gets ready for a

shower. Unbeknownst to her, Nick watches from the bed,

enjoying the ritual.

KAT:

(quietly)

Everyone knows their greatest hits

but some of their lesser-known

ballads are surprisingly poignant.

Inexplicably, Kat stands on her tiptoes as she looks into the

mirror. It’s a little thing, maybe the tiles are cold, but

it gives her an innocence that makes Nick smile.

KAT:

What?

NICK:

It’s cute.

KAT:

What is?

NICK:

You stand on your tiptoes.

KAT:

I do?

Kat looks down, she never noticed before.

NICK:

Is it an old habit from ballet

class or a childhood spent walking

on eggshells?

She throws him a glance, impressed with the sharpness of his

mind.

KAT:

I never took ballet.

She smiles and kicks the door closed with her foot.

INT. KAT’S ROOM - LATER

Nick hangs up his tux. It’s definitely not a rental. Kat

comes out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel.

KAT:

Have you ever done anything like

this before?

NICK:

A weekend?

KAT:

A wedding.

Nick thinks about that. Kat wonders what’s taking him so

long.

NICK:

No. Though strangely, I’ve done

quite a few funerals.

Kat makes a face.

NICK (CONT’D)

Not the way you’re thinking. The

women wanted me there for support.

You can understand that.

KAT:

I think that’s disgusting.

Kat immediately backpedals.

KAT (CONT’D)

Not you. You’re not disgusting.

You’re lovely. Just the idea that

they’d bring an escort. I mean, a

stranger who, um, didn’t...who

never.... I mean, someone’s dead.

NICK:

That’s right. Imagine facing it

alone.

Kat blanches.

KAT:

Sorry. I’m a little nervous. I

never thought something like this

would happen to me.

NICK:

This happened to you?

KAT:

Well, happen, in the sense that I

picked up the phone, tracked you

down, flew you here and gave you

six grand out of my 401K.

Nick laughs at her. Kat pulls something out of her purse.

KAT (CONT’D)

Can I ask you something?

Nick sees what she’s unfolding. It’s a crinkled New Yorker

article. The artsy photo shows the FACE OF A MAN, blurred

against a neon cityscape. The title: “Discretion Assured:

Diary of a Male Escort.”

NICK:

How did you know that was me?

KAT:

I have a friend at the magazine.

NICK:

(sharply)

Your “friend” guaranteed my

anonymity.

KAT:

If it makes you feel any better, to

get your number, I had to cough up

two round-trip tickets to Amsterdam

and a case of mini-Baileys.

Nick shakes his head at her and pulls off his shirt. Kat

instinctively looks away.

NICK:

You can look. It’s part of the

package.

Kat can’t tell if he’s joking. She sneaks a look as Nick

disappears into the shower. Wow. Kat looks down at the

papers in her hand. She moves towards the bathroom but at

the last minute, shies away.

NICK (O.S.)

Would you grab my shampoo?

KAT:

Shampoo, got it!

Kat grabs the shampoo and rushes into the bathroom.

INT. KAT’S BATHROOM

Without looking in the shower, Kat hands him the shampoo and

hurries out, way too quickly. Nick peeks out of the shower

curtain. She’s gone. He shakes his head and closes the

curtain. Suddenly, Kat reappears. She stands by the door.

KAT:

The part where you were a sexual

surrogate and then started to, um,

freelance. Is that really how it

happened?

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