The Fisher King Page #22

....Well alright. But you let me know.

(with great sincerity)

You're too good a woman to go to waste.

ANNE, in spite of herself, agrees with him. SHE looks to JACK

to see if he agrees but JACK is too busy inspecting PARRY.

JACK:

What are you - a 40 in a jacket?

ANNE, frustrated with the two of them, exits.

CUT TO:

INT. ANNE'S APARTMENT - LATER THAT EVENING.

ANNE'S opens the door to a cautious LYDIA.

LYDIA nods, self-consiously, as if to say "Yeah, I'm here".

ANNE:

Hello...welcome....Come in.

LYDIA enters, subtly inspecting the apartment.

LYDIA:

I've never been in an apartment

above a store. You always pass them on

the street but you never think anyone

really lives in them.

ANNE:

(raising an eyebrow)

Can I get you anything...coffee...

tea...a little tequilla?

LYDIA:

No, thank you.

LYDIA sits at the formica table, already set up with nail care

paraphernalia - with the gleaming steel nail files it looks a

bit like surgery equipment.

LYDIA:

Will it hurt?

ANNE:

(threateningly)

That all depends on you.

...Sure you don't want a drink?

LYDIA's a little nervous about this attempt at nail beauty.

CUT TO:

INT. ANNE'S APARTMENT - LATER THAT EVENING.

ANNE is seated at her formica table opposite LYDIA. SHE delicately

holds one of LYDIA'S hands, carefully applying the stars to her

nails. LYDIA sips her tequilla with one hand. ANNE'S glass is almost

empty as she talks non-stop;

ANNE:

...So he says to me, "you'll never find

another man like me"...I said, "please,

men like you have one hand on their

d*cks and the other hand on their

mother's leg... I said, there's

the door - take a trip.

LYDIA:

(paying close attention)

You threw him out?

ANNE makes a confident nod. LYDIA sips.

LYDIA:

My parents were divorced.

ANNE:

It's an awful thing, let me tell you.

(emphasizing)

"divorce is the sister-in-law of death".

ANNE nods knowingly. LYDIA squints as she considers this.

CUT TO:

INT. PARRY'S BASEMENT - SAME TIME.

JACK stands behind a seated PARRY in front of a mirror. PARRY'S

hair is wet. JACK places a can of styling mousse in front

of him. PARRY sqeezes a ball of mousse in his hand, then applies

it to his head....

PARRY proceeds to experiment with a number of styles - adding

more and more mousse as JACK watches in silence. PARRY molds

his hair into a cone, then divides into two cones, then

mushes it into a pompadour, then splits the pompadour -

PARRY is having a wonderful time - applying enormous amounts

of mousse to his head and eyebrows....Finally, JACK grabs the

can out of PARRY'S hand and throws a towel onto his head.

CUT BACK TO:

INT. ANNE'S APARTMENT - A LITTLE LATER.

ANNE works on LYDIA'S other hand, as LYDIA sips her tequilla

from a straw.

ANNE:

...SO...anybody special in your life?

LYDIA:

(defensive)

Do I look like I have someone special?

SHE moves to picks up her tequilla with the manicured hand but

ANNE eyes her down.

ANNE:

Well, don't say it like that. It's not

so...ya know, crazy an idea.

You are a healthy woman...You

hold a steady job. Ya not crossed

eyed or anything...

LYDIA:

(curtly)

Well, there's nobody special!

ANNE:

Fine.

PAUSE.

LYDIA:

I mean, it's not easy in this day and age.

ANNE:

What?

LYDIA:

Meeting ... people.

ANNE:

Tell me about it. I've been dating

longer than I've been driving. I

can't believe that.

LYDIA:

I never really...went through a...

dating period.

ANNE:

It's a disgusting process. You haven't

missed anything.

LYDIA nods in agreement, but her face tells us she feels she has

missed a great deal.

CUT TO:

INT. DOWNSTAIRS FOYER OF ANNE'S BUILDING - SAME TIME.

PARRY, cleaned and dressed up - his hair moussed back, the suit

is a big snug but attractive - paces the hallway in front of JACK.

Looking handsome, you could imagine him in front of a lecture

hall, being the object of many a young girls fantasy.

JACK:

You know those shoes are old. You

keep pacing like that, you're going to

walk into the apartment barefoot.

PARRY:

I'm excited.

(JACK smiles)

You must have felt this way when

you first met Anne, huh?

Where did you two meet?

JACK:

In a bar called Hellfire.

PARRY:

Awww ...how romantic. Yeah. If I

wasn't already committed to

Lydia, boy. Except Anne'd never go for

me though. She loves you too much.

And you really love her, huh?

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