The Fisher King Page #25

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PARRY; Gazing at his sweetheart, a song to seranade comes

to mind and he softly begins;

PARRY:

"LYDIA...OH LYDIA...THAT ENCYCLOPEDIA

OH LYDIA THE TATTOOED LADY..."

HIS gentle voice counterbalances the odd lyrics and makes it

sound like a love song.

ANNE eyes JACK to stop him.

JACK is about to make an attempt but can't seem to find the

way, so he doesn't bother.

LYDIA doesn't know how to respond either. At first SHE smiles

politely, then she pretends to be too busy eating to listen - but

something about PARRY'S sincerity pulls her in. HIS face glows as

he floats the lyrics across the table to her. Slowly, her

"smacking" subsides, she lowers her fork, forgets her self -

consciousness and listens to PARRY - slightly hypnotized; like

a little girl watching a ballerina for the first time.

JACK is fascinated by PARRY'S complete adoration of this mess of

a woman. HE looks to ANNE, who tries to continue her meal

nonchalantly. HE notices her bra strap hanging out from her sweater.

CAMERA CUTS BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THE EXPOSED STRAP and JACK,

as PARRY continues seranading O.C.

ANNE realizes JACK is staring at her and immediately thinks

something's wrong.

But JACK just smiles at her. HIS hand reaches across the

table, not to fix her sweater, but to take her hand.

ANNE is in shock. SHE slips her hand into his and smiles back,

her eyes almost tearing.

When PARRY finishes, he smiles.

PARRY:

Would it be all right...I mean would

you mind...if I walked you home tonight?

LYDIA nods. From OFF CAMERA, PARRY'S hand holds a napkin and

gently dabs a stain of soy sauce on her sleeve.

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INT. ANNE'S APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT.

CAMERA PANS the apartment as ANNE speaks from the bathroom.

ANNE:

I tell ya, I'm very surprised.

She seemed to like him very much.

He wasn't that bad looking either.

I mean, he's still a little on

the disgusting side but some women

go for that...

CAMERA PANS TO JACK, who is sitting on the couch in the living

room, very pleased with himself.

JACK:

You know, I can't believe I did it.

She really likes him.

ANNE:

(entering in a robe)

...I think you should feel very

proud. You did a real nice thing

for somebody else. I'm very proud.

ANNE leans her body next to JACK'S leg. JACK looks up at

her, then suddenly pulls her down on the couch into his arms.

JACK:

You were great. Thanks alot.

HE kisses her hard and long. ANNE pulls away to catch her breath.

SHE is surprised, to say the least.

ANNE:

Your welcome.

JACK tenderly brushes her hair off her face. HE kisses her again,

rapping his arms underneath her - lifting her off couch, and

gently carrying her to the floor O.C.

ANNE (O.C.)

Oh my.

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EXT. LYDIA'S STREET - NIGHT.

PARRY and LYDIA walk - noticably more comfortable with each

other than before.

PARRY:

Tell me more. I want to know everything.

LYDIA:

There isn't any more to tell.

PARRY:

Don't say that.

LYDIA:

(deadpan)

No, really..believe me - there

isn't any more. This is it.

PARRY:

Well, it's enough for me.

LYDIA:

You don't have to say that.

PARRY:

I never say anything I have to.

LYDIA:

I mean you don't have to say nice things

to me...That kind of thing is a

little old fashioned for what we're about to do.

PARRY:

What are we about to do?

LYDIA:

Well...you're walking me home I

..I guess you're sort of...

attracted to me and you'll

want to come upstairs for...coffee...

PARRY:

I don't drink coffee...

LYDIA:

(continuing)

...and then we'll probably have a

drink and talk and get comfortable with

each other and...and we'll...then you'll

sleep over and then in the morning

(driving herself into a complex)

you'll be distant and you won't be...

able to stay for breakfast...you'll

just have some coffee maybe...

PARRY:

I don't drink coffee...

LYDIA:

And then we'll exchange phone numbers

and you'll leave and never call and

I'll go to work and feel great

for the first hour and then slowly

turn into a piece of dirt by

lunch. Why I am I putting myself through this?

(to PARRY)

It was very nice...

(quickening her pace)

uh meeting you. Goodnight..

SHE walks quickly away.

PARRY stops, confused to say the least, then runs after her.

LYDIA is just about to enter the front door of her building when

PARRY stops her.

PARRY:

Excuse me...

LYDIA:

Listen, I'm not feeling well.

PARRY:

Well no wonder. We just met,

made love and broke up all in

the space of thirty seconds and

I can't even remember the first

kiss which is the best part.

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