Something Borrowed Page #9

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NICK:

I don’t have gimmicks or play

games. It’s way more...

Nick rubs two fingers together, he can’t think of the word.

KAT:

Subtle?

NICK:

I disappear. It’s not about me.

It’s about you.

Nick is standing very, very close to Kat now. She didn’t

even see him move but there he is.

NICK (CONT’D)

It’s hard to explain.

KAT:

Show me.

Nick shakes his head.

KAT (CONT’D)

Come on.

NICK:

I’ve got this bad taste in my

mouth. What is it? I think it’s

the words:
“morally repugnant.”

Kat tugs urgently on his waist.

KAT:

Show me.

Nick doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then he pushes her

up against the car. It’s a gentle movement, but firm. Kat

breathes in sharply from the power of it.

NICK:

Close your eyes.

Kat’s hesitant. She looks around the empty parking lot but

Nick takes her cheek and guides her eyes to his.

NICK (CONT’D)

Close your eyes.

She does. Nick leans in close and begins whispering into her

ear with a hypnotic intensity.

NICK (CONT’D)

I’m not going to kiss you. You can

relax. You’re safe.

Nick takes Kat’s head in his hands and moves his lips across

the contours of her face. It’s incredibly intimate. His

mouth hovers over hers but their lips don’t touch. They

breathe each other in.

NICK (CONT’D)

I’m not going to kiss you. Trust

me. All you have to do is listen

to my voice.

Kat’s body starts to relax. Slowly, she slumps back against

the car.

NICK (CONT’D)

He’s going to be so sorry he let

you go.

He moves his lips across her eyelids.

NICK (CONT’D)

He’ll look at you with your sexy

dress and your perfect date but it

won’t matter because it’s not about

him. It’s about you.

As Nick slowly talks, he moves his lips across Kat’s

forehead, then her cheek, then her nose:

NICK (CONT’D)

I want you to let go of the hurt.

...the insecurity...the past. When

you do, he’ll see you the way I see

you, and, in that moment, he’ll

finally understand what he lost.

Nick tips Kat’s chin towards him. She opens her eyes. Nick

is suddenly serious.

NICK (CONT’D)

But by then, the amazing thing

is...you won’t care.

Kat shudders, and gradually comes to. Her eyes are lazy, she

feels off balance.

KAT:

Holy crap. You’re worth every

penny.

Nick gives her a half smile.

NICK:

You better get going.

Kat is turned on and can’t seem to move.

KAT:

Okay, Yoda.

Silence.

NICK:

Go.

Nick turns Kat around and points her toward the bar next

door. Wearing an almost dopey look of pleasure, she adjusts

her underwear, and stumbles towards the bar. A sly smile

creeps across her lips as we...

CUT TO:

A LINE OF TWENTY SHOTS BEING SET AFLAME. WIDEN TO REVEAL --

INT. THE COCK & BOTTLE

Kat passes out the shots to a pack of WOMEN all wearing

hybrid golf-slut outfits: ass-tight polo shirts and plaid

Capri pants abound. It’s “Society Girls Gone Wild.”

KAT:

Yo, ladies! Listen up! The bride

has made the foolhardy and perhaps

fatal request, that we play Pub

Golf tonight.

(holding up a shot)

Behold hole one. There’s a twostroke

penalty for failure to

finish a hole and a three-stroke

penalty for barfing. Yell “Fore!”

before you barf and it’s only two

strokes.

The girls are scared shitless.

KAT (CONT’D)

We’ve got eight more holes waiting at

eight more bars, so in the name of

all things sacred, pace yourselves!

(raising her shot)

To Amy!

Amy loves the attention.

AMY:

To me!

Cheering, the girls blow out their shots and do their best to

down them in one go. Just then, Nick walks in.

All eyes are drawn to him. The WORLD SLOWS as he beelines

for Kat. He hands Kat her purse.

NICK:

I thought you might need this.

Kat gives Nick a shy smile.

KAT:

Silly me, where was my head?

Kat can’t help noticing that the group of girls has subtly

clustered around Nick.

TJ:

Stay. Have a fiery drink with us.

NICK:

I don’t know....

A SMITTEN GIRL puts a drink in Nick’s hand.

SMITTEN GIRL:

Stay.

Nick looks to Kat, she smiles. Amy furrows her brow

theatrically. Unfortunately, no one sees her.

INT. THE COCK & BOTTLE - LATER

Nick is surrounded by women and completely at ease. Amy’s

drunk and pouty. TJ stands between Kat and Amy. Oblivious

to the brewing tension, she’s eating beer nuts and staring at

Nick.

TJ:

It’s like the director’s cut of “9

1/2 Weeks.”

She pops a nut in her mouth.

TJ (CONT’D)

The thing about Nick is, you’re

either looking at him, or you’re

pretending not to.

(beat)

Me? I’m looking.

(to Amy)

Can you believe Kat gets to sleep

with this guy?

Amy sneers. TJ turns back to Kat.

TJ (CONT’D)

Honestly, you should send God a

bottle of wine or a muffin basket.

TJ clinks glasses with Kat. Kat appreciates the attention.

Amy appreciates it less. She suddenly wails.

AMY:

Why is he still here?!

This snaps Kat out of her reverie. She scurries into problemsolving

mode.

KAT:

Oh, sorry. You’re right. Girls

only.

Kat turns and throws Nick a look. Nick, ever sensitive to

nuances, easily catches the hint and puts on his coat to go.

NICK:

Ladies, thank you for granting me

this rare glimpse into a timeless

female ritual.

(raising his glass)

To the husbands who won you, the

losers who lost you, and to the

lucky bastards who have yet to meet

you.

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