Something Borrowed Page #8

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Kat pretends to straighten things up as she moves closer to

the shower.

NICK:

The real story is that my mother

was a hippie. And a stripper. She

was insanely inappropriate with me.

She used to wash her lingerie in my

bathwater. While I was still in

the bath.

KAT:

Oh, no.

NICK:

Yeah. As an adult, I needed to find

some way to experience intimacy and

sex, but with rules that couldn’t be

violated.

Kat’s totally engrossed now. She closes the toilet lid and

sits down.

KAT:

Wow.

Nick pokes his head out.

NICK:

Yeah.

Nick sees that Kat’s heartbroken for him, feels bad.

NICK (CONT’D)

I’m just screwing with you.

Kat throws a towel at him.

KAT:

You sh*t!

NICK:

I have a different story for every

woman who asks. I look at her and

figure out what she needs to hear

to feel okay about being with me.

KAT:

And you thought I’d respond to the

hippie stripper with no boundaries?

NICK:

Admit it. You were disturbed, but

ultimately moved.

Kat gives him a dirty look, then examines the article again.

KAT:

This part here. You say, and I

quote. “Each woman has the exact

love life she wants.”

(beat)

That seems like a pretty broad

generalization.

Nick steps out of the shower. Kat, her eyes at the level of

his manhood, covers her subtle jaw-drop. Nick wraps a towel

around his waist as Kat tries to pull it together. She looks

down at the article, tapping it indignantly--

KAT (CONT’D)

So...what was I...oh, yeah. Do you

honestly think that I want to be

single and miserable? That I want

to be obsessed with some a**hole

who led me on for years then -- out

of the blue -- shattered my heart.

NICK:

First of all, it’s never out of the

blue. And second of all--

Nick levels his gaze at her.

NICK (CONT’D)

Yes.

KAT:

What?!

NICK:

When you’re ready to let go, to be

unsingle and unmiserable, you will.

Until then....

Nick shrugs and walks out of the room.

INT. STAIRWELL - ELLIS HOUSE - LATER

Nick and Kat walk downstairs, ready for a night out. Kat’s

wearing an over-the-top sexy golf outfit -- pleated mini

skirt, tight white oxford, plaid vest. On the bottom step,

Kat stops short.

KAT:

(quietly)

Is it always women?

Nick looks at her like she’s crazy.

NICK:

Are you asking me if I’m gay for

pay?

KAT:

I guess so.

NICK:

What do you think?

Nick confronts her. She takes him in.

KAT:

Got it.

INT. SITTING ROOM - ELLIS HOUSE

Victor reads a book as Bunny scratches hieroglyphics on a

white board featuring an elaborate chart of information. Kat

and Nick enter, see the chart.

KAT:

(to Nick)

Mom’s refining her strategy for DDay.

BUNNY:

I’m sure General Eisenhower never

had to master the finer points of

the seating chart and centerpieces.

(pointing proudly)

Oh, and tomorrow afternoon you are

carpooling to the country with the

Fletcher-Wootens.

KAT:

Sir, yes, sir!

She turns on her heel like a soldier, walks to Victor, and

holds out her hand,

BUNNY:

Make sure you show Nick Regents

Park.

(winking)

It’s romantic at night.

Victor doesn’t look up, just pulls the car keys out of his

pocket and tosses them past Kat to Nick.

VICTOR:

Better him on the wrong side of the

road than you behind the wheel.

Kat huffs grumpily and they head out.

EXT. ELLIS HOUSE - NIGHT

Kat and Nick walk toward the car.

KAT:

So, um. What about testing?

Nick opens Kat’s door for her.

NICK:

There’s a guy on 81st and Madison.

You get your results in 24 hours.

(beat)

Do you make your lovers get tested

before you sleep with them?

KAT:

My sixth-grade science project was

entitled, “Love Hurts: The

Heartbreak of Human Papillomavirus.”

Trust me, I’m careful.

Kat gets in the car and Nick shuts her door.

INT./EXT. CAR - LATER

Nick drives while Kat navigates. They crawl down a small

street, which bustles with activity. PATRONS of London’s

many pubs spill out onto the pavement.

NICK:

I love that you’re asking

questions, but do you really want

to get into all of this?

KAT:

This is awkward for me.

(beat)

Talking about it makes me feel

better.

Nick looks over at Kat, who gets quiet. She picks at nothing

on her skirt. The TICK TICK TICK of the indicator fills the

silence as Nick changes lanes.

NICK:

Hey.

Kat looks at him.

NICK (CONT’D)

Don’t stop asking questions, okay?

KAT:

Okay.

Kat smiles, but stays quiet. Then--

KAT (CONT’D)

Do you pay taxes?

EXT. QUIET SIDE-STREET - CONTINUOUS

Nick holds the door open for Kat as she gets out.

NICK:

(with a laugh)

I swear. I don’t have a signature

move.

KAT:

Oh, come on. You’re like the Yoda

of escorts.

KAT(cont'd)

Getting you on the phone was harder

than getting into college.

Nick turns off the car, gets out, walks around, and opens the

door for Kat. She gets out and stands by the door.

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