The Wedding Pact Page #7

son of a b*tch!

- Thank you.

Uh, the credit card.

- Oh, you don't just like

staring at each other

awkwardly.

Sorry. I'll be right back.

- Thank you.

I'll call you later.

- What are you doing here?

- Picking up my credit card.

What are you doing here?

- Nothin'.

I don't know what

you think you saw here,

but, uh...

You didn't see anything.

- Didn't say I did.

- Good.

- Mr. Mitch Becker...

Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Oh, and on tabs this high,

we automatically add 20%.

- You have a pen?

- Probably.

- I only got a few minutes,

whoever you are.

I... oh.

- Hello, Donna.

- Stanley Jones.

What brings you out here?

- Well, for starters,

I was hoping

that you would fix me one of

your delicious cups of coffee.

The house looks great.

- Thank you.

- How's Elizabeth?

I understand that she has

an old friend in town visiting.

- Oh, Mitch. He drove all

the way from Boston to see her.

She's so excited.

They haven't seen each other

since college.

- How heartwarming.

- You've never been good

at smalltalk, Stan.

Why are you here?

- I just wanna make sure

that she's going forward

with this wedding.

- Well, of course she is.

Why would you...

you don't think...

Oh, Stan!

They're just friends.

Trust me.

You have nothing to worry about.

- You're right, Donna.

I'm not very good

at small talk.

I want your assurance

that my son's wedding

is gonna go off

without a hitch.

It would be a shame

if I had to...

Sell certain assets

in order to make up my losses.

- Well, let me be

perfectly clear.

You can be well assured

that the wedding will go on

as planned.

- Thank you.

I can get the key in,

but then when I turn it...

oh!

Just the new paint

sticking to the door.

Thank you.

- Oh, I'm Elizabeth Carter.

- Hi, Elizabeth.

- And you are...

- Oh.

I'm b*tch maker.

Mitch. Becker.

- Fourth floor.

What the hell?

Hey, roomie.

- Hi.

Mm.

Uh, well, I'll leave

you two alone.

- You know, we should

hang out some time.

- Gr-oss!

- That'd be great.

See ya.

- Yeah.

Bye.

- Bye.

- What happened

to you, man?

- Oh, I just fell in love.

- I just got high

in the quad.

- College.

- College.

- Hey, hey.

- Hey.

- Somebody had a long

day at work, huh?

- Yes.

- Care to join me?

You know I hate

drinking alone.

- Sure.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Cheers.

Listen, Elizabeth,

I want to apologize

for the way...

- No, Mitch, honestly,

I'm the one

that owes the apology.

After I thought about it,

I can totally understand

why you felt that way

about Jake.

- Listen, I don't even

know him...

- no, no, just...

Let me finish, okay?

This is kind of difficult

for me to say.

My parents always thought

that they'd retired here.

And then my dad died suddenly,

and both of us

were really devastated.

Six months later,

I'm living in Los Angeles

and I'm about to get married,

and then that didn't happen

because I found my fiance

in bed with my best friend.

My life was kinda

going nowhere.

I felt like... Felt like

I needed to move home,

and then once I got here,

I found out my mom

was about to lose the house.

She got caught up in one of

those refinancing schemes,

and she had no choice

but to sell or be foreclosed.

- Mm. Wow.

- That's when I met Jake.

He came to look

at the house

and pretty soon realized that

all he could do was look at me.

I know it sounds

really silly,

but after

what I had been through,

it felt really nice.

We went to dinner.

I explained our situation.

And shortly after that,

he bought the house

and said that we could stay.

- For free?

- His family

has a lot of money.

- Ah, I see.

For free

as long as the two of you

are together.

- It's really not like that.

He proposed.

I said yes.

And here we are.

- What can I say

about that?

- I guess I don't really

need you to say anything.

- Thank you.

- Woman...

- shh.

- Potter residence.

- Hey, Donna,

is Elizabeth there?

- Oh, good morning, Jake.

I think she's awake... she must be

around here somewhere.

Let me try and fi...

it's for you.

- Hey, you.

- Hello, sweetheart.

Look, I'm sorry,

but I'm not gonna

be able to make

that photographer

appointment this morning.

- Uh...

Is... okay.

Is everything all right?

- No, everything's fine,

but my dad just wants

to show me

this building he's thinking

of purchasing.

You mind going on your own?

- I would like for you

to be there,

but if you can't,

I can do it by myself.

- That's my girl.

Okay. I'll see you

when I get back.

- What now?

- Jake has to go meet his dad,

so I get to go to

the photographer by myself.

- Want me to go with you?

- No.

I'm okay.

Thank you.

- Pretty please?

- No. Let me read you

your horoscope instead.

- Oh, please.

- Leo.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Um...

I was coming

to actually tell you

that I'm leaving to go meet

with the wedding photographer.

I'll be back

in a little bit, though.

- That's good,

'cause your mom asked me

to clean some stuff out

in the garage, so...

- She did?

That's nice of you.

Thank you.

- Oh, not a problem.

All right, I'll see you later.

- Yeah.

- Awesome.

- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

- Hey, douche bag,

you and me

gotta talk, bro.

- What is your problem now?

- What'd you tell her, man?

- I see the ankle

healed up nice.

- Screw my ankle, all right?

What did you tell her?

- I didn't tell her

anything, okay?

'Cause it would

devastate her.

- Give me a break.

You expect me to believe that?

After what I saw

last night?

- Last night?

There was nothing to see.

- I saw you!

I was right over there!

She kissed you!

And you kissed her back.

You love her, man!

You've always loved her.

Elizabeth made her choice,

okay?

And whether I like it or not,

I'm not gonna do anything

to screw up her life.

- Well, guess what, jerk off?

That's exactly what

you're doing.

Now, I'm gonna

be back in an hour.

Make up any bogus excuse

you want,

but when I get back,

your bags better be packed

and you better be

headed back to Boston.

Got it?

Whoa!

Buddy!

It's okay, buddy.

- Oh...

- Help me get him in the car.

- Uh... No. No.

- Where you going?

Jake, help me get buddy

in the car!

- What...

- Okay, buddy.

It's okay, I'm here.

One, two, three.

Okay, bud.

Okay, I got you.

I got you.

Donna.

Donna, get the car!

- Dr. Dana Burke,

please dial extension 202.

Dr. Burke, please dial

extension 202.

- Oh, honey,

honey, honey.

Honey.

I'm so glad you're here.

- Is buddy okay?

- Mitch is back there

with the doctor right now.

- I've called Jake

a hundred times.

He's not answering

his phone.

Mitch!

- Listen, it's gonna be okay.

- Oh, my God, your shirt.

- It's okay, all right?

The doctors are with him

right now.

He's gonna be out in a second

to let us know

what's going on.

- How is he?

- Well, we were able

to stop the bleeding

and repair the damage

to the leg and the abdomen.

- Is he gonna be okay?

- It looks very good.

He'll have a full recovery.

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