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Only You (1994)

by Diane Drake.

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FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY


SUPER: 1968

On a darkened living room, a huge summer moon spilling silver
through a window.

We move slowly across the mantelpiece where a pair of candles
glow, illuminating family photos.  Weddings two, maybe three
generations back -- brides in white, their young grooms at
their sides, frozen in time.  As we pan, we hear two VOICES
offscreen: a BOY'S and a GIRL'S.

			GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
	Stop pushing it.  You're not
	supposed to force it.  You're
	supposed to just let it happen.

			BOY'S VOICE (O.S.)
	I'm not pushing it, you're pushing
	it.

			GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
	I am not.

Silence.  Until,

			GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
	You're pushing it again.

An exasperated sigh.

			BOY'S VOICE (O.S.)
	Well, hurry up.  My foot's falling
	asleep.

			GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
	Mo-mmm.  Larry's pushing it.

Mom?

			MOM (O.S.)
		(from the next
		room)
	Larry, don't push it.

And now, we finally pan over to discover two KIDS playing with
a Ouija board.  For future reference, the players are FAITH
(age eleven), and her brother LARRY (ten).

			LARRY
	I'M NOT PUSHING IT.

			FAITH
	Wait.  I have to write this down.

A groan out of him.  She grabs a piece of paper and starts
scrawling out a series of letters.


			FAITH
	Grandma told me everybody has a
	soul mate.

			FAITH
	But most people never find theirs,
	most people settle.  I'm never
	gonna settle.

She gazes up as the ripe summer moon slips behind a bank of
clouds.

			FAITH
	This way I'll know the name of the
	man I'm supposed to wait for.

The arrow continues to move around the board, stopping on
various letters which she copies down.

			LARRY
	Yeah, but, what if this guy lived
	a billion, trillion years ago?
	Like, what if he was a cave man,
	and now he's dead?

			FAITH
	Don't be stupid, Larry.  If he's
	my destiny, then, obviously, he
	has to be alive.

Another letter.

			LARRY
	Yeah, but, what if he doesn't live
	here?  Like, what if he's a
	cannibal in New Guinea or
	something?

			FAITH
	If I live here, then he lives here.
	Fate wouldn't make a mistake like
	that.
		(beat)
	And stop talking.  You're gonna
	ruin the spell.

Another pause.  Another letter.  Then...  Ever the devil's
advocate,


			LARRY
		(whispering)
	Yeah, but... but, Faith, what if
	he does live here, and one day you
	just walk past him on the street?
	I mean, you don't hear his name,
	you don't get a chance to introduce
	yourselves.  You practically bump
	straight into each other, but you
	never even know it?

Right in his face,

			FAITH
	We'll KNOW.

			LARRY
	Okaaaaayyyy.

The arrow comes slowly to a halt.  And she writes down the
final letter, as the moon again breaks through the clouds,
throwing a bright white beam of light directly onto the name
which reads:

			FAITH (O.S.)
		(a whisper)
	Damon Bradley.
		(she looks up,
		spellbound)
	He's the one.

Beat.

			LARRY
	Goodie.  Can I ask about the Series
	now?

							CUT TO:

EXT. CARNIVAL - NIGHT

A screaming face.  Whirling lights.  A local carnival.  The
small-town traveling kind.

SUPER:  THREE YEARS LATER.

Up on the ferris wheel, a bunch of JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL BOYS
are distinguishing themselves by hurling water balloons down
at carnival-goers.  Among the participants is Faith's brother
Larry.

PULL DOWN from them to "MADAME DIVINA'S FORTUNE TELLING
BOOTH". "Know Your Fate".  Clustered in front of it are a
bunch of JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS.


We should recognize Faith as one of them.  Another girl,
LESLIE, is egging a friend on.

			LESLIE
	Go on, go on...
		(to the rest)
	She wants to know if she's gonna
	marry Alex.

			GIRL #2
	I do not.  I'm not gonna marry
	Alex.
		(obviously)
	He doesn't even have a car.

			LESLIE
	But he's got pretty eyes.  That
	means your kids would have pretty
	eyes.  You can always get a car
	later, but you can't always find
	pretty eyes.  You gotta think
	ahead.

			GIRL #3
	Who cares about pretty eyes,
	Leslie?  I'm telling you, stocks,
	bonds, real estate -- that's what
	you wanna look for in a man.

			GIRL #4
		(dismissing)
	Heh...

			GIRL #3
	What then?

			GIRL #4
		(the voice of
		authority)
	Definitely sex.

Somebody else pipes up,

			GIRL #5
	My mom told me you gotta want the
	same things out of life.  Have the
	same values, be able to
	communicate.

They all turn to look blankly at this poor, misguided soul.

			GIRL #5
	I'm just telling you what she said.


They're still looking at her.

			GIRL #5
	It's not like I believed her or
	anything...

			FAITH
	I think you're all wrong.

			LESLIE
	What do you think the most
	important thing is, Faith?

There is not a doubt in her mind.

			FAITH
	True love.  I believe there's one
	special person out there who's
	meant for each of us.  And when
	your eyes meet, it'll be magic and
	you'll both know it instantly.

A couple of dissenters roll their eyes.

			FAITH
		(turning to another
		friend)
	Don't you think so, Kate?

KATE's looking at the ground, trying to sound casual.

			KATE
	I don't know, I guess I never
	really thought about it...
		(in her next
		breath)
	Is Larry here?

			FAITH
		(she couldn't care
		less)
	Yeah.  He's around somewhere.

Up above, Larry takes careful aim, then sends a water balloon
torpedoing their way.  It hits the ground between them with
an enormous SPLAT.  They SCREAM.

INT. FORTUNE TELLING BOOTH - NIGHT

We move past them, through a beaded window and into the booth
where a disheveled older WOMAN, MADAME DIVINA, is paging
through a copy of "Scientific American".


There's a TAP at the door.  She checks her watch.  Curses.
She shoves the magazine in a drawer, then hoists a bowling
ball, the kind with the iridescent swirls in them, onto an
opening in the center of the table, carefully positioning it
so the three holes aren't visible.  She flicks on a flashlight
above it.  Crystal ball.

Back outside, the girl everybody-thinks-is-going-to-marry-Alex
is nervous.

			GIRL #2
	But what if she tells me something
	bad?  I don't want to hear anything
	bad...

			KATE
	They never tell you anything bad.
	Nobody'd ever go to them if they
	did.

The door opens.  The WOMAN'S imposing hulk casts a shadow down
over them.  They look up.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	Who knocked?

Like deer in the headlights.

			GIRL #2
		(pointing at Kate)
	She did.

			KATE
		(pointing at girl
		#2)
	She did.

Nobody moves, until,

			FAITH (O.S.)
	I did.

Faith looks at her friends, shrugs, then gamely ventures
inside past the beads and sits down.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	What's your name?

			FAITH
	Faith.

			FORTUNE TELLER
		(lighting a candle)
	What do you wanna know, Faith?


			FAITH
	Um, just basic destiny stuff, I
	guess.  But-- I don't want to hear
	anything bad.
		(beat)
	If that's okay.

Madame Divina starts laying out a series of tarot cards.
Suddenly there's a loud KNOCK at the back door.  Faith jumps.

			FORTUNE TELLER
		(dismissing)
	Spirits.

She lays down a couple more cards.  Then a persistent
"PSSSSTTTT", "PSSSSTTT".  More BANGING.

			FORTUNE TELLER
		(hollering)
	Harry, I'm outta change.

More KNOCKING.  Harry is determined.  Annoyed, Mme.  Divina
finally gets up.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	How come I always wind up next door
	to the freak show?
		(as she goes)
	Just because they're midgets does
	that mean they don't have to go
	to the bank like the rest of us?

She lumbers to the back of the booth, throws open a back door
and looks down.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	What?

Inside, Faith is nervously eying the cards.  Her friend KATE
peeks in through the beads.

			KATE
		(mouthing the words
		and pointing)
	Is that a bowling ball?

Faith doesn't understand.  Kate mimes a bowling motion,
swinging her arm.  Faith shrugs.  As the woman returns, from
outside we overhear,

			BOY'S VOICE (O.S.)
	Hey, Kate.  Larry wants you.


			LARRY (O.S.)
	I do not.

Kate grins, ducks out.  Mme. Divina sits back down.  Closes
her eyes.  Fingers the ball, entranced.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	Something is coming to me.  I'm
	getting... a name.

Faith leans forward.

			FORTUNE TELLER
		(straining)
	This name is very important to
	you...  Da--  David.  No-- no...

A faint breeze flutters through the room and the candle starts
to flicker.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	Damon.

Faith's heart skips a beat.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	His name is...
		(her eyes pop open
		with startling
		intensity)
	Damon Bradley.

It is, of course, the same name.

			FAITH
	Omigod.  Omigod.
		(getting up)
	I have to go.

She seizes Faith's hand.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	Just a minute--

Faith freezes.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	Your destiny's two dollars.

Faith pulls out two bills, drops them on the table.  Bolts
for the door.  But the woman stops her again.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	Hey--


She leans in very close and pulls Faith toward her.  We should
sense that this is not part of the act.  This is for real.

			FORTUNE TELLER
	The truth is, no matter what the
	cards say, you make your own
	destiny.  Don't wait for it to come
	to you.  You understand?

Faith nods.  Still in shock.

			FAITH
	Can I be excused now?

							CUT TO:

SUPER: TWENTY YEARS LATER -- SATURDAY NIGHT

We hear pouring rain.  But what sounds like rain is actually
the shower, as we pull back to find Mitzi Gaynor washing that
man right out of her hair.  "SOUTH PACIFIC" is on television.
We pull back even further to reveal three WOMEN watching.
A big Saturday night.  There's a lot of chocolate on the
table.

The women are:  the adult FAITH.  Attractive, a little dreamy.
The walls of her apartment are adorned with reproductions of
famous works all featuring a similar theme, Rodin's "The
Kiss", Botticelli's "Birth of Venus", etc.  Bookshelves are
crammed with volumes of poetry.  She's absentmindedly pulling
the petals off a bouquet of flowers on the table.

Also in attendance: KATE, her childhood friend turned
housewife and sister-in-law.  Kate is a pragmatist.  She's
clipping coupons out of the newspaper as they watch.  And,
doing her nails, LESLIE.  Big hair.  Good heart.  Not the
sharpest tool in the shed.

As the movie cuts to a commercial,

			LESLIE
	I'm just saying I think it would
	be a good idea.

			KATE
		(dubiously)
	Date police...

			LESLIE
	Yes.  A guy who says he's gonna
	call, then doesn't, ought to get
	slapped with a citation, that's
	all.

Faith glances at Kate.  They're used to Leslie.

			LESLIE
		(blowing on her
		nails)
	Anyway, like I said, I've given
	it a lot of thought and I've
	finally narrowed it down.
		(beat)
	A heterosexual with a job.

			FAITH
	Well, I don't think it's asking
	too much to want to feel it in my
	head and my heart and my body and
	my soul all at the same time, and
	to have that feeling to be mutual.
	Pass the M&Ms please.

Her friends groan.  They're used to Faith.  Kate hands the
candy over.

			LESLIE
	Not as long as you're not hoping
	to find it on planet Earth.

			KATE
	Leslie's right, Faith.  You've got
	to start being more practical.
	Do you know what the statistics
	are, the marriage odds for women
	your age?

			FAITH
	I don't believe in statistics.

			KATE
	You're an accountant for cryin'
	out loud.

Faith holds out both palms, gesturing that her point has been
made.

			KATE
	What about that guy you work with,
	Mike what's-his-name?

			FAITH
		(shaking her head)
	No.  He smokes.

			KATE
	How about the other one?  His
	friend.

			FAITH
	Just moved in with his girlfriend.

			KATE
		(brightly)
	How about that guy at the bank?

Faith pops another M&M.

			FAITH
	Scientologist.

			KATE
		(deflated)
	Oh.

Beat.

			KATE
	So, you gotta be a little flexible.
	Look at your brother and me.
	Larry's not perfect, neither am
	I.  But we work it out.  We're not
	unrealistic in our expectations,
	and we have each other.
		(setting down her
		scissors)
	I think you've got the Door Number
	Three Syndrome.

			FAITH
	Don't tell me, Oprah did a show--

			LESLIE
	Yeah, I saw that.  Like on Let's
	Make A Deal.  You've got the Amana
	freezer and you can keep it, or
	risk it on what's behind Door
	Number Three.  Which usually turns
	out to be a donkey.

Faith looks at Kate.

			FAITH
	I don't have an Amana freezer.

			KATE
	It's a metaphor.  It's women who
	always think there's some unknown
	out there that's going to be better
	than what's in front of them.  And
	instead wind up with nothing.

			FAITH
	Metaphorically, I still don't have
	an Amana freezer.

			KATE
	I think if you're honest with
	yourself, you'll admit you've had
	a chance at a number of Amana
	appliances in your lifetime.

She knows there's probably some ugly truth to this.  Luckily,
the PHONE RINGS.  Faith picks it up.

			FAITH
	Hello?  Hi, Larry.
		(beat)
	Yeah, she's here.  Hold on.
		(turning to Kate)
	It's your husband.

INT. LARRY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT

LARRY, Kate's husband, Faith's brother, is at the kitchen
table, munching the last crumbs out of a bag of potato chips
and watching television.

			LARRY
	Kate, you're still there?  I
	thought you'd be on your way home
	by now.

INT. FAITH'S KITCHEN - NIGHT

			KATE
	You miss me?...

INT. LARRY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT

			LARRY
	Uh, yeah.  Sure.
		(gazing forlornly
		into the
		refrigerator)
	Honey, did you forget the guys are
	coming over tonight?

			KATE (ON PHONE)
	No, why?

			LARRY
		(helplessly)
	Well, there's nothing here to eat.

INT. FAITH'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Over the movie, we hear yelling -- Kate's half of the fight
-- in the background.  Then the SLAMMING of the receiver.

When she comes back into the room, the "Some Enchanted
Evening" number is on.  Faith is mouthing the words.  Kate
starts picking up her coupons.

			FAITH
	Is everything okay?

			KATE
	Yes.
		(glancing at the
		tv, annoyed)
	You know all the shrinks on Donahue
	say that all those love songs about
	some enchanted evening are just
	a cruel hoax that feeds people's
	fantasies.

			FAITH
		(a little
		plaintive)
	But somebody wrote those songs.

			KATE
	So, what's your point?

			FAITH
	Just that they came out of
	somebody's experience is all.

			KATE
	No, Faith.  They came out of
	somebody's imagination.

EXT. FAITH'S DOOR - NIGHT

Faith walks her friends to the door, opens it.

			FAITH
	I wish you didn't have to go so
	early.

			KATE
		(still annoyed)
	Yeah, well, Larry and his friends
	are hungry.
		(relenting)
	And I did say I'd try to pick
	something up.

			LESLIE
	And I told Ted I'd be home later
	if he wanted to stop by.

			FAITH
	I thought you said you thought he
	had a date.

			LESLIE
	Well, after that.

As they talk, a slight GUY, one who might best be described
as, well, non-descript, walks by and heads into his apartment.

			NON-DESCRIPT GUY
	How's it going?

			FAITH
	Pretty well, Dwayne.  How about
	you?

			DWAYNE
	Can't complain.

He closes his door.  Kate looks at Faith.  Who shakes her
head.

			FAITH
	No.

			KATE
	Is he married?

			FAITH
	No.

			KATE
	Is he gay?

			FAITH
	I don't know.  I don't think so.

			KATE
	So?...

			FAITH
	So, he's not my type.
		(beat)
	Let me walk you to the elevator.

They walk.

			KATE
	What's he do?

			FAITH
	I don't know, Kate.

			KATE
	You don't have any idea?

			FAITH
	He's a podiatrist or something.

			KATE AND LESLIE
		(in unison)
	He's a doctor?

			FAITH
	Look, there's no chemistry there,
	okay?  There's no... thrill.

			KATE
	"Thrills"?  That's what you're
	waiting for?  You know how long
	that lasts?  Besides, how do you
	know?  Have you ever been out with
	him?

			FAITH
	No.  He's never asked me.

			KATE
	Why don't you ask him?

			FAITH
	Why should I ask someone out who
	I don't want to go out with in the
	first place?

			KATE
	If you've never been out with him,
	how do you know you don't want to
	go out with him?

			LESLIE
		(almost more to
		herself)
	I thought he was kinda cute...

Faith sighs.  Mercifully, the elevator doors finally open.
Kate and Leslie get in.  As the doors close,

			KATE
	Take a chance, Faith...  None of
	us is getting any younger...

INT. FAITH'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Faith re-enters her apartment.  The answering machine light
is blinking.  She plays the message back as she gets ready
for bed.

			ANSWERING MACHINE
	Hi, honey.  It's Mom.  I just
	wanted to apologize if I upset you
	at brunch today.

To herself in the bathroom mirror,

			FAITH
	If you upset me at brunch today?

			ANSWERING MACHINE
		(correcting
		herself)
	For upsetting you at brunch today.
	Now, you know I don't think you're
	a failure.  And if you never get
	married, that's perfectly fine with
	your father and me.

Faith is applying eye cream.  She leans in closer, carefully
examining the lines around her eyes.

			ANSWERING MACHINE
	Of course you're not a freak.
	You're right, plenty of people
	aren't married.
		(trying to be
		supportive)
	The guy who cuts my hair isn't
	married.  Hey...  maybe you tw--
		(a voice in the
		background)
	He's gay.
		(her mother)
	Oh.  Never mind.  Anyway, if you
	want to spend the rest of your life
	alone, well, that's your choice.
	And I respect it.  I just want you
	to be happy, that's all.
		(beat)
	Hold on, your Dad wants to say
	something.
		(male voice)
	Good fruit salad today, Faith.
		(Mom takes the
		phone back)
	We'll talk to you soon, sweetie.

The machine shuts off.  Faith gets into bed.  Reaches for the
light.  Then, remembering something, gets up.

There's a daily calendar lying on her dresser.  She rips off
the top page, crumples it into a ball, drops it into the
wastebasket.

And turns out the light.

							DISSOLVE TO:

INT. AUDITORIUM - DAY

A vast audience of PEOPLE, all clad in ridiculous get-ups.
Faith is wearing a chicken suit.  Her Mother is there, in an
octopus costume.  Kate and Larry are Siamese twins.  Leslie
is dressed as a radish.  MONTY HALL steps up to Faith.

			MONTY HALL
	So, which one is it gonna be,
	Faith?  Will it be... Door Number
	One?...

DWAYNE, the podiatrist, peeks out from between the curtains
of Door Number One.  Waves.  The CROWD goes WILD.

			MONTY HALL
	Door Number Two?...

The distinct BRAYING of a DONKEY can be heard emanating from
behind Door Number Two.

			MONTY HALL
	Or Door Number Three?...

A complete mystery.  This one seems to glow.

			ALL
		(chanting)
	Take Dwayne!  Take Dwayne!

CAROL MERRILL is running an arm sensuously along Door Number
One.

			FAITH
		(nervously)
	Door Number Three?

Murmurs of dismay ripple through the crowd.  The curtains
part. To reveal a shriveled OLD CRONE, covered in cobwebs,
who bears an unsettling resemblance to Faith.  The crowd BOOS.

INT. FAITH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Faith shoots up in bed, in a cold sweat.

							DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. FAITH'S APARTMENT - THE NEXT MORNING

Faith exits her apartment and heads down the hall, carrying
a wastebasket.  She opens the garbage chute, lifts up the
basket, but as she tilts it, her hand slips and a multitude
of crumpled little balls, all those days, go spilling out onto
the floor.  She just stares down at them, on the edge.  When,

			O.S.
	You need some help?

She looks up.  It's Dwayne.

			FAITH
	I do...

SLOW FADE TO BLACK.

It's on a little BRIDE AND GROOM atop a massive wedding cake,
rotating to an endless loop of "We've Only Just Begun".

			O.S.
	Okay, it's settled.

Pull back to reveal Faith on the other side of the bakery
case.

			FAITH
	This one, in vanilla.  He wants
	vanilla.

INT. CAR - EVENING

Kate and Larry are dressed up.  Driving through a
thunderstorm.

			LARRY
	This is the last one before the
	wedding, right?

			KATE
	Right.

			LARRY
	And we didn't have to bring another
	present?

			KATE
	No.

EXT. DWAYNE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

A party.  Champagne corks POP, MUSIC plays, GUESTS circulate.
We move around the room, picking up snatches of conversation.
Dwayne is leading Faith around by the hand.  Thrusting her
ring finger into people's faces.

She's embarrassedly playing along.

			DWAYNE
	That's right.  Six grand.  Can you
	believe what they get for these
	things?  I'm telling you, it's
	highway robbery.

He pats her ass proprietarily.

			DWAYNE
	But she's worth it.

Her mother watches, beaming.  Other elderly RELATIVES come
up to her, offering their congratulations.

			ELDERLY RELATIVE
		(sotto, to her
		mother)
	We'd almost given up hope, dear.

In another corner,

			KATE
	Not only is it tacky, it's
	exploitation.

			LARRY
	It's not exploitation.  These
	people wanna sell and I wanna buy.
	How are golf clubs exploitation?
		(to a woman nearby)
	She takes one night class and
	suddenly she's a socialist.

			KATE
	Sociologist.  And because.
		(ticking them off)
	Pawn shops are just like
	prostitutes, farm auctions and coal
	miners.  They're all for sale, but
	none of 'em would be if they
	weren't desperate for the money.

			LARRY
	We're all desperate for the money,
	doll.  That's what made this
	country great.
		(to the woman
		again)
	Back me up on this Candy, am I
	right?

			KATE
	Don't call me doll, Larry.  I hate
	it when you call me doll.

			LARRY
	You used to love it when I called
	you doll.

			KATE
	You said it differently then.

							CUT TO:

Dwayne's got a captive audience and is holding court near the
front door.  Faith is across the room, a tray of food in her
hands.  The DOORBELL RINGS.

			DWAYNE
		(ignoring it)
	...I'm not kidding.  All over the
	metatarsus.  Corns the size of your
	fist-- and this fungus...
		(searching)
	You know the way tuna fish looks
	when it's been in the back of the
	refrigerator for about six months?
	Anyway--

His listeners start silently returning their hors d'oeuvres
to the serving trays.  The doorbell RINGS some more.

			DWAYNE
		(to Faith)
	Honey, could you get that?  I'm
	in the middle of a story here--

Faith sets down the tray.  Goes to the door.  Outside is
Leslie.

			LESLIE
	Sorry I'm late.  I was waiting for
	a phone call.

Faith welcomes her in, introduces her to some other guests.
Larry comes over to congratulate his sister, gives her a kiss.
As he walks away,

			KATE
		(contemptuously)
	He begged me to marry him.  I
	didn't even want to marry him.

			FAITH
		(not unkindly)
	Yes you did.

			KATE
	Well, I wouldn't've if I hadn't
	thought I was in love.

Off her look.

			KATE
	He tricked me.  He was really fun
	back then.  And he was so cute...
		(beat)
	How was I supposed to know that
	ten years down the road he'd turn
	out to be an idiot?

Dwayne pops his head in.

			DWAYNE
	Hon-ey, picture time.

Faith gets up to follow him.  As they go, he turns to her,

			DWAYNE
	You gonna leave your hair like
	that?

Her hair looks exactly as it has all evening.  But she's
anxiously trying to somehow rearrange it as the FLASH POPS,
and the FRAME FREEZES.

							DISSOLVE TO:

INT. DOORWAY - LATER THAT NIGHT

The party's over.  They're saying goodnight to the few
remaining guests.  The door closes one last time.  Faith
starts cleaning up, picking up plates, etc.  Dwayne's standing
in the bedroom doorway, unbuttoning his shirt, already getting
ready for bed.

			DWAYNE
	This was really nice.

			FAITH
	It was, wasn't it?

			DWAYNE
	You did a terrific job, honey.

			FAITH
		(pleased)
	Thanks.

			DWAYNE
		(putting his arms
		around her)
	And just think...  This is only
	the beginning.

He kisses her forehead.  Releases her.  Heads for the bedroom.

			DWAYNE
	Oh, sweetie, you won't forget to
	pick up my cleaning tomorrow, will
	you?

She starts to respond, but-- he's already disappeared.  A
distant roll of thunder rumbles through the room.  The
candlelight flickers.  And the rain descends.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

A sea of white, with a tiny face drowning in it.  Massive
sleeves, an enormous hoop skirt, tiers of cascading ruffles
drenched in acres of white sequins.

			FAITH
	I feel like the Good Witch of the
	North.

Kate's helping Faith try on her gown and veil.

			KATE
	Come on, it's not so bad.

			FAITH
	Look how big it makes me look.
		(she looks down)
	I look like an Alp.

			KATE
	I think it was sweet of him to pick
	it out.

			FAITH
	I know...  It was.

Kate positions the veil on her head.

			KATE
	But what?

			FAITH
		(sighing)
	Oh, I don't know.  I guess it's
	just not quite the way I always
	thought it was going to be.  You
	know, like in the movies.

			KATE
	That's the problem.  When you're
	a kid you think life is gonna be
	like the movies.  Dreams come true,
	the good guys win, people live
	happily ever after... all that
	crap.  Turn.

She turns.  Kate continues adjusting the veil, pinning it.

			KATE
	But one day you wake up and realize
	you've been had.  Of course life
	isn't like the movies.  That's why
	there are movies.

			FAITH
	Yeah.  I guess you're right.
		(beat)
	I really like the wallpaper we
	picked out for the den.

But Kate's just getting warmed up.

			KATE
	Let me tell you something about
	love.  There are no prince
	charmings, there are no glass
	slippers.  Love is hard work.

			FAITH
	I know.  You're right.

			KATE
	People have problems, insecurities,
	flaws-- and you have to learn to
	compromise, to overlook, to
	forgive.  It's not settling, Faith,
	it's life.  Real life.

Okay...

			FAITH
	I understand, Kate.
		(beat)
	What do you think of this garter?

			KATE
		(careening out of
		control)
	I mean, just how long are you going
	to cling to this childish illusion
	that it's all supposed to be
	perfect?  Well, guess what?...
	It isn't.  Not for you, not for
	anybody.

Kate slams the pins down, scattering them.  A long beat of
silence.

			FAITH
		(quietly)
	Kate, is something the matter?

			KATE
		(shakily, staring
		up at the ceiling)
	Larry brought me flowers last
	night.

			FAITH
	Is that bad?...

			KATE
	I think he's having an affair.

She buries her face in her hands.

							CUT TO:

They're sitting down.  Faith is handing Kate kleenex.

			FAITH
	Okay.  Now.  Have you talked to
	him about this?

Still looking down, Kate mutely shakes her head, "no".

			FAITH
	Have you seen him with someone?

			KATE
	No...  I can just tell.

			FAITH
	After all, he is my brother, and
	I know he can be kind of a jerk
	sometimes, but I know him pretty
	well, and I really don't think--

The PHONE RINGS.

			FAITH
		(reluctantly)
	Don't move.

Faith gets up and tries to head into the kitchen, but the
unfortunate combination of the big dress and the small doorway
stop her.  She tries a variety of approaches before finally
turning the hoop skirt on an angle and suspending part of it
over her head, enabling her to squeeze through the doorway
just far enough to knock the receiver off the hook and grab
it.

			FAITH
	Hello?

There's a lot of noise on the other end.

			FAITH
	Hello?  Is anybody there?

			PHONE
		(louder, over the
		noise)
	Dwayne Pinsley?  I'm trying to
	reach Dwayne Pinsley.

			FAITH
	He's not in at the moment.  Can
	I take a message?

			PHONE
	Who's this?

			FAITH
		(trying to wrench
		herself free from
		the doorway)
	This is his fiancee.  Who's this?

			PHONE
	Oh, hi.  I'm an old high school
	buddy of Dwayne's.  I was in town
	this weekend, was hoping to stop
	by and surprise him. But I've gotta
	catch a plane so I'm afraid I'm
	not gonna be able to make it.

Kate, wiping her eyes, mouths "who is it?"  Faith shakes her
head.

			FAITH
		(wanting to get
		off the phone)
	I'm sure he'll be sorry to hear
	that.  Who should I tell him
	called?

			PHONE
	My name's (lots of noise)

			FAITH
	I can hardly hear you.  Could you
	spell that?

Kate hands Faith a pencil and the back of an RSVP card.  And
letter by letter, we watch Faith scrawl out a name which, for
the second time in the movie, we realize spells "Damon
Bradley".

The receiver clatters to the floor.

			FAITH
		(dumbstruck)
	Damon Bradley...

			PHONE
	Right.  Thanks a lot.  And
	congratulations.  It's not easy
	finding love these days.

He's about to hang up.  She's shaken out of her stupor.  Grabs
the phone up off the floor.

			FAITH
	WAIT!!  Where are you?

			PHONE
	I'm at the airport.  Why?

			FAITH
	Uh-- in case Dwayne wants to try
	to reach you.

			PHONE
	Well, he'd have to hurry.  My
	flight leaves at four o'clock.

She checks her watch.  It's 3:15.

			FAITH
		(like a shot)
	Where are you going?

			PHONE
	I'm on my way to Venice.  Why?

			FAITH
		(anything to keep
		him on the phone)
	Venice?  I love Venice.  With the
	boats, right?...

			PHONE
		(he's distracted)
	Huh?  Uh, yeah-- I've gotta run.
	Tell Dwayne hi.  Maybe someday we
	can all get together.

Click.

			FAITH
	But wait--  Hello?  Hello??

But there is only a dial tone.  She stands there clinging
desperately to the receiver.  A woman adrift in a life raft
who's suddenly seen a ship appear, then disappear back over
the horizon.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - AFTERNOON

Faith, still in her wedding gown, is racing to her car.  A
crazed gleam in her eye.  Kate is tagging after her.

			FAITH
	It's a miracle.

			KATE
	It's a coincidence.

			FAITH
	The woman at my dry cleaners
	believes there's no such thing as
	coincidence.

Kate looks at her.  So what?

			FAITH
		(breathlessly)
	Okay, okay, but don't you think
	it's a weird coincidence?  Doesn't
	it seem like somebody's trying to
	tell me something?  And not only
	that, take a look at this...

Faith pulls a clipped copy of the day's horoscope from her
purse.  Kate scans the column.

			KATE
	Taurus: "Today can be a fresh start
	and a new beginning."
		(dropping it to
		her side)
	Come on Faith, they all say that.
	In my case it means I'm gonna empty
	the dishwasher.

She snatches back the paper, undeterred.

			FAITH
	I just want to get a look at him,
	that's all.

EXT. ROADWAY - AFTERNOON

Faith is driving like a maniac, her hoop skirt crammed in over
the edge of the dash, blocking the lower half of the
windshield.

EXT. AIRPORT - AFTERNOON

Faith screeches to a halt in the passenger loading zone,
somehow manages to muscle the round hoop into an ellipse, and
springs out the door.

She mashes herself into one of those glass-partitioned
revolving doors, but gets stuck, making a few revolutions
before a couple of PASSERS-BY help pry her out on the other
side.

She scans a departure screen for the flight to Venice and
buttonholes a SKY CAP.  He points to the distance.

She hikes up her gown and starts sprinting through the
airport, jumping luggage, can-can-ing through the turnstiles,
dodging kids, running up the down escalator.

INT. ALITALIA CHECK-IN COUNTER - AFTERNOON

Faith flings herself across the counter.

			FAITH
		(breathlessly)
	Flight 417.  Is it still here?

The CLERK gives her the once-over.  He hasn't seen this ploy
in awhile.

			CLERK
	May I see your boarding pass,
	please?

			FAITH
	I-- I must've misplaced it.

			CLERK
	I'm sorry, but without a boarding
	pass we can't let you on the plane.

She starts digging through her purse, at the same time slowly
inching her way past the little rope they put up to block
people.

			FAITH
		(a smile)
	I'm sure I've got it here
	someplace...

He smiles back.  And tightens the rope.

			CLERK
	Great.  Because, like I said, until
	you find it, we can't let you on
	the plane.

			FAITH
		(panic rising in
		her voice)
	You don't understand.  The man I'm
	supposed to marry is on that plane.

			CLERK
	Okay, ma'am, just a moment.

He picks up his phone.

			CLERK
	Yeah, this is Mario over at
	Alitalia.
		(sotto)
	We've got a 237 on our hands here.
	Uh huh.  Yeah.  Thanks.

He hangs up.  The engines can be heard revving outside.

			CLERK
		(back to her with
		a plastic smile)
	It'll be just a moment.

We see a SECURITY GUARD approaching.  The Clerk starts waving
him over.  Meanwhile, CREW MEMBERS off an arriving flight are
entering through a side door.  Using her dress as a shield,
Faith manages to wedge a foot in it.

As the clerk turns to address the guard, she darts out and
starts sprinting across the tarmac for the plane--  where
they've just finished pulling the portable stairs away from
the cabin door.

As the plane starts to taxi, the GROUND CONTROLLER waves
frantically at her to get out of the way.  With an anguished
cry, she sinks to the ground as the jet SCREAMS overhead.

INT. AIRPORT BAR - AFTERNOON

CLOSE on a shooter of tequila.  A white-gloved hand picks it
up and downs it.  When,

			O.S.
	Okay, where's the nut in the dress?

The BARTENDER casts a sympathetic glance towards the end of
the bar.  Points.  She's a pitiful figure, this bride in her
torn wedding gown getting bombed all alone.

			SECURITY GUARD
		(taking her by the
		arm)
	Look, ma'am, we agreed not to press
	charges.  But I'm afraid we're
	gonna have to ask you to leave.

The bartender turns to her.

			BARTENDER
	Can you drive?  Do you want us to
	call you a cab?

			FAITH
		(not at all fine)
	No, thank you.  I'm fine.

She gets up shakily.

			BARTENDER
	I think we better call you a cab.
		(picking up the
		phone)
	Where is it you want to go?

Her eyes drift to the DEPARTURE SCREEN.  There's another
flight leaving for Venice in one hour.  And a sudden light
in her eyes.

Kate is on the telephone.

			KATE
	But you're afraid to fly.

INT. AIRPORT - NIGHT

Faith is at a pay phone.  Feeling no pain.

			FAITH
	It was my New Year's resolution
	to overcome it.

			KATE (ON PHONE)
	But it's July.

			FAITH
	It's still the new year...

			KATE (ON PHONE)
	What about your job?

			FAITH
	I have vacation time coming to me.

			KATE (ON PHONE)
	You don't have a passport.

			FAITH
	That's where you're wrong.  I got
	one nine years ago.  I just never
	had an opportunity to use it.

			KATE (ON PHONE)
	Because you were afraid to fly.

			FAITH
	Would you stop saying that?  I need
	you to do me a really big favor.

INT. KATE & LARRY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT

			KATE
	Does Dwayne know about this?

			FAITH (ON PHONE)
	Of course not.  I told him I was
	going to visit a great aunt.  And
	don't tell Larry, either.

Kate glances disdainfully over at Larry, who's engrossed in
the Home Shopping Club in the next room.

			KATE
	How could I tell him?  I'm not even
	speaking to him.

EXT. DWAYNE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Kate and Leslie are there.  Kate knocks.  No answer.  She
pulls a key from beneath the mat and opens the door.

She calls out Dwayne's name.  No answer.  Nods to Leslie.

INT. AIRPORT - NIGHT

Faith, still in her bridal gown, is waiting impatiently at
the TWA terminal entrance.  Finally, she spots Kate and Leslie
in the distance, carrying a suitcase.  She rushes to them.

			FAITH
		(anxiously to
		Leslie)
	Were you able to find it?

			LESLIE
	At the very bottom of Dwayne's
	closet.

Faith clenches her fist in victory.

			LESLIE
	But...  there wasn't a regular
	yearbook picture of him in there.
	He must've been absent that day
	or something.

Faith's face falls.

			LESLIE
	However, he was in the marching
	band.

Faith brightens again, as Leslie pulls a contact lens case
from her purse.  She unscrews one side, empties the contents
into Faith's palm.  A fuzzy little image the size of an
eraserhead.  Damon Bradley, age 17, in the shadow of a tuba.
Faith holds the virtually microscopic black and white speck
up under her nose, examining it lovingly.

			FAITH
		(touched)
	Thanks, Leslie.

Then, ever so carefully, places it back into the case, puts
the case in her purse, and reaches for her suitcase.  Which
Kate is still holding onto.

			KATE
	I can't believe we did this.  Do
	I have to remind you that your
	wedding is in six days?

			FAITH
	Look, I know you think this is
	irresponsible of me, but think how
	much more irresponsible it would
	be to marry the wrong person.
			(more)

			FAITH  (Cont'd)
	What if Dwayne and I aren't really
	meant to be?  Is it fair of me to
	waste his life?

Kate reluctantly lets go.  Faith starts walking through the
terminal, pulling clothes from the suitcase.

They follow her into the ladies' room, where Faith changes
clothes.

			LESLIE
	I think she's right.  You shouldn't
	let a chance like this slip by.
	What if he's really The One?

			KATE
	Les-lie, he's not The One.  She's
	never even met this man.
		(to Faith)
	You mean to tell me that you've
	spent your whole life waiting for
	somebody with this name--
		(qualifying it)
	this name you got from a Parker
	Brothers game when you were
	eleven--

			FAITH
	No, I haven't.  And you forgot
	about the fortune teller.

			KATE
	My God, you have...

Faith hands her gown and car keys to Leslie.

			FAITH
	Thank you so much.

			KATE
	You're just going to fly to Italy
	and start combing the streets?

			FAITH
		(pulling a cocktail
		napkin from her
		purse)
	He was on his way to Venice, right?
	I called the tourist bureau and
	I must've called every hotel in
	the city, but I found where he's
	staying.
			(more)

			FAITH  (Cont'd)
		(giddy)
	And I've made a reservation.

Kate shakes her head.  They exit out of the restroom and head
towards her gate.

			KATE
	You don't even know what he looks
	like.  You don't speak the
	language.  You don't know your way
	around.  This is a total stranger,
	in a foreign land.

She's starting to get a little caught up in this.

			KATE
	A foreign land full of millions
	of Italian men...  speaking Italian
	with Italian accents and those huge
	brown eyes and that silky olive
	skin...

			FAITH
	How hard can it be?  I'll land
	there, I'll go to his hotel, I'll
	introduce myself, and--

			KATE
	Live happily ever after.

			FAITH
	Maybe.

Off Kate's look,

			FAITH
	Look, until today, I had forgotten
	all about this.  And chances are
	I'll find out he's not for me and
	I'll come home and marry Dwayne
	and never bring this up again.
	But    what if this is the real
	thing, Kate?  What if this is the
	real real thing?

She steps aboard the escalator.

			FAITH
	Wish me luck.

EXT. AIRPORT PARKING STRUCTURE - NIGHT

Leslie is behind the wheel of Faith's car, driving it home.
Kate is at the wheel of her station wagon, driving it back
home.  When at the last opportunity to recircle the airport,
Kate suddenly cuts the wheel.

INT. AIRPORT WAITING AREA - NIGHT

CLOSE on a Let's Go, Italy guide, an Italian-English
Dictionary, and a copy of How to Make a Man Fall in Love with
You}.  Faith is waiting at the gate.  She's packing the books
into her suitcase when the glitter of her ENGAGEMENT RING
catches her eye.  She looks around, before furtively sliding
it off.  She opens the coin purse of her wallet and is placing
it inside, when a pair of shoes appear in front of her.

			O.S.
	Will you loan me some clothes?

Startled, she looks up.  Kate is standing there, holding her
passport.

			KATE
		(shrugs)
	I keep it in the glove compartment
	in case of emergencies.

			FAITH
	You're coming with me?

Kate nods.  Faith throws her arms around her.

			KATE
	I'm not saying I think it's a good
	idea.  But if you're going to
	insist on doing this, I don't think
	you should go alone.  You need to
	be sensible about it.

Their flight is announced.  They get up and start walking
towards the gate.

			FAITH
	You're right.  The key is to go
	about this sensibly.  Logically.
	Rationally.

As they go,

			FAITH
	Did I tell you I figured out we
	both have the same number of
	letters in our names?

INT. JET - NIGHT

As the plane slowly taxis, the FLIGHT ATTENDANTS go through
their standard litany of disaster.  As usual, everybody is
ignoring them.  Except for one passenger, who is looking
slightly green.

			KATE
	You okay?

			FAITH
	Sure.  I'm fine.  I don't know why
	I never did this before.  I mean,
	what's the big deal?

The plane starts picking up speed.

			FAITH
	Except for the fact that I could
	lose my job.

The landscape is beginning to blur.

			FAITH
	I could lose Dwayne.

They're rocketing down the runway.

			FAITH
		(suddenly clutching
		Kate's arm)
	I'm afraid to fly.

The ear-splitting SHRIEK of a jet engine as the plane takes
off.

							DISSOLVE TO:

INT. MARCO POLO AIRPORT, VENICE - LATE AFTERNOON

The two women enter the terminal.  Kate is jet-lagged and a
little dazed.  Faith is like a kid on Christmas morning.

			FAITH
	We're here, we're here, we're here!
	I can't believe we're really here.

As they make their way to the baggage claim they're instantly
subjected to the Italian male's tendency to treat every female
in sight as if she were the first woman he'd ever seen in his
life.  Faith looks around ingenuously,

			FAITH
	You know what?...  It seems like
	there's a lot more available men
	in Italy.

Kate rolls her eyes, grabs Faith by the elbow and steers her
out of there.

EXT. DOCKS, PIAZZALE ROMA - SUNSET

Our first view of Italy which, visually, is meant to be
idealized.  A place where the light is always golden, and the
streets are full of magic and romance.  It's not the real
Italy, it's the Italy of guidebooks.  Of memories and
dreams...

They stand at the edge of the docks which lead to the floating
city.  Faith looks around.

			FAITH
	Now what do we do?

			KATE
	The book said they have boats that
	are like taxis...
		(scans LET'S GO)
	Vaporettos.
		(looking up)
	What's the name of the place we're
	staying again?

			FAITH
		(cheerfully pulling
		out the cocktail
		napkin)
	It's called... the Gritty Palace.

			KATE
	"Gritty"?  Is this gonna be one
	of those youth hostel dives jammed
	with backpackers who don't believe
	in deodorant?

			FAITH
	I don't know...  Maybe.  Think of
	it as an adventure.

Faith spots a vaporetto.  As they dash towards it, somebody
pinches Kate.

			KATE
	Ow!  What the--

She looks behind her.  The only person in the immediate
vicinity is a NINE-YEAR-OLD BOY, looking innocent.  She WHACKS
him.

			KATE
	Cretin.

They step aboard just as the boat takes off, and Faith gazes
out into the distance, leaning out across the railing.

			FAITH
	Oh, look Kate, look how
	beautiful...

And it is...  as they sail toward the splendor that is Venice
at twilight.

EXT. THE GRAND CANAL - TWILIGHT

Magic hour.  They float past ancient pallazi, their crumbling
facades rejuvenated in the gentle evening light.  Gondoliers
glide by.  Candlelit windows cast shimmering patches of gold
down onto the water.  It's just like the movies...  Eventually
the DRIVER calls out,

			TAXI DRIVER
	Gritti Palace.

Faith can barely contain herself as they pull up alongside
one of the most elegant and expensive hotels in Venice.
Former home to Hemingway and Maugham.  Dock lanterns glow,
beckoning them into its sumptuous surroundings.

			FAITH
	This is pretty ni-iice...

Kate smiles, then realizes,

			KATE
		(grabbing Faith's
		arm)
	This is a Lifestyles hotel.

			FAITH
	What?

			KATE
	"Of the Rich and Famous".  Of which
	we are neither.  Are you out of
	your mind?  We can't afford this.

			FAITH
		(looking up at it)
	Are you sure?

			KATE
	Yes.
		(folding her arms)
	Cathy Lee Crosby stayed here.

			FAITH
	Well, we're here.  And more
	importantly, he's here.
		(stepping forward)
	We'll cut back on everything else.

She thanks the driver.  Pays him.  Steps off the boat.  Kate
doesn't move.

			FAITH
	Kate.  It's one night.

She still doesn't move.

			FAITH
	They take credit cards.

She's a statue.

			FAITH
	We get frequent flyer miles.

EXT. GRITTI PALACE ENTRANCE - TWILIGHT

They enter the elegant lobby of the restored 15th century
palazzo.

			FAITH
	I'm so glad I got up the nerve to
	do this.  All my life, I've waited
	for men to call.  Waited for them
	to ask me out.  Waited for them
	to make the first move.  Well, no
	more of that.  I am finally taking
	charge of my own destiny.

They arrive at the CONCIERGE's desk.

			FAITH
		(sotto)
	You ask what room he's in, okay?

			CONCIERGE
	Buona notte.

			KATE
	Hello.  Reservation for Faith
	Corbett, please.

He nods, starts punching something into his computer.  Kate
pulls something from her purse.

			KATE
	And put it on this.

CLOSE on a CREDIT CARD which reads "LAWRENCE CORBETT".  Faith
looks at her.  Kate flashes a wicked smile.

			KATE
	And, could you please tell us what
	room Mr. Bradley is in?

			CONCIERGE
		(politely)
	I'm sorry.  Mr. Bradley has already
	checked out.

The three cruelest words in existence, "already checked out".

			FAITH
		(disbelieving)
	Excuse me?

			CONCIERGE
	Mr. Bradley left about a half hour
	ago.  He said his plans had changed
	unexpectedly.  Would you prefer
	an interior or exterior room?

			FAITH
		(dazed)
	He couldn't have checked out-- I
	was supposed to meet him here.

			CONCIERGE
	I'm very sorry.  Perhaps you
	misunderstood?

He rings for the bellboy.

			FAITH
		(trying not to
		panic)
	Are you absolutely sure he's gone?
	Maybe you made a mistake.  You
	must've made a mistake.  Could you
	check again?  Please?  Sir?

His polite veneer wearing thin, the man pulls a key from the
honeycomb of slots behind him.

			CONCIERGE
	Room 217.  Would you like to go
	up and check under the bed?

She doesn't respond.  He replaces it.

			FAITH
	Well, which way did he go?

The man stares at her blankly.

			FAITH
	Nobody here has any idea which way
	he went?

			CONCIERGE
		(icily)
	Once they pay the bill, we don't
	usually follow them.

Kate leans across the counter and grabs him by the collar,
pressing her forehead to his.

			KATE
	Maybe you don't understand.
		(like she's
		possessed)
	My friend was supposed to meet him
	here.

He starts to wrestle with her.  Faith steps in to help pry
Kate's fingers from the gentleman's neck.

			FAITH
		(to him)
	Excuse us.

He's still coughing as Faith leads her away from the desk into
the lobby.

			KATE
	Well, he was rude.

They sit down.

			FAITH
	I can't believe we came all this
	way and he's gone.

			KATE
	You gave it your best shot.  You
	tried.

			FAITH
		(a whimper)
	We lost him?...

Kate nods sympathetically.

			KATE
	You wait here.  I'm gonna go get
	us a room for the night.

Devastated, Faith stares vacantly into space.

			FAITH
	I'll never meet the man of my
	dreams.

			KATE
		(to herself as she
		goes)
	You and the other 99% of the women
	in the world.

As Kate heads back toward the check-in desk, Faith gets up
and approaches the DOORMAN.  She pulls the contact lens case
from her purse.  Unscrews one side and holds it out in front
of him.  He starts laughing.  She darkens.  He sobers, rattles
something off in Italian, gesturing toward the distance.

EXT. STREETS OF VENICE - NIGHT

The two women race along, over bridges, under streetlamps.
Faith is holding the case out in front of her sister-in-law.

			FAITH
	Just once more, so you'll be sure
	to know what to look for.

			KATE
	Faith, I've seen it already, okay?
	If I spot somebody who's got a head
	that's an eighth of an inch around,
	standing underneath a tuba, I'll
	recognize him from the photo.
	Otherwise, I'm telling you, it's
	not gonna do me any good.

Faith starts stopping people on the street, holding out the
case, encouraging them to peer in.  Some of them look at her
like she's nuts, a few shake their heads, one MAN finally
stops.  Examines it carefully.

			FAITH
		(anxiously)
	Did you see him?  Do you recognize
	him?

			TOURIST
		(looking up,
		smiling)
	Candid Camera, right?
		(he starts waving)
	Where is it?

She snatches it away.  Continues on.  But the crowd jostles
her.  She is bumped hard from behind.  And the photo goes
floating out into St. Mark's Square.  Frantically, she gets
down on her hands and knees, trying to keep people from
trampling it.

			KATE
	What are you doing?

			FAITH
		(without looking
		up)
	He fell out.

Reluctantly, Kate gets down on all fours, too.  Faith spots
the little face lying about two feet away.  She strains to
reach out, when a SHOE mashes down on her hand.  It lifts back
up, taking the photo with it, stuck fast to the sole.

Faith struggles to her feet, scooting after the MAN who's
moving at a fast clip.  She fights her way through the crowd,
tracing his footsteps, crouched to make sure it's still there.

He's heading toward the edge of the canal.  Is about to step
aboard a gondola, when Faith stands up and grabs his shoulder
from behind.  He turns.

			FAITH
		(breathlessly)
	Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry, but I
	think there's something that
	belongs to me stuck to the bottom
	of your shoe.

Confused, the guy looks down.  Faith reaches for his foot.

			FAITH
	Do you mind if I just--

She takes the shoe, turns it over, twisting the man's leg and
knocking him off balance in the process.  Sending him toppling
into the water.

			FAITH
		(peering down from
		above)
	Oh, I'm sorry...

But the shoe is still in her hand.  She turns it over, and
sure enough, the tiny image is still perched there.  She licks
a finger and triumphantly picks it up like a crumb.
Success...  Until a big gust of wind comes up, whisking the
little likeness into the Grand Canal.

INT. GRITTI PALACE LOBBY - NIGHT

A puddle of water is forming on the marble floor.

			O.S.
	It wasn't like I did it on purpose.

Faith is dripping.  Looking like her world has come to an end.
She's holding a phone book, as Kate drops tokens into a pay
phone.

			KATE
	You can't really blame him for
	being upset.  It was an Armani
	suit.

			FAITH
	Did I or did I not offer to have
	it cleaned?

			KATE
	I don't think he understood what
	you were saying.  What's the
	airport number?

A MAID walks by, wheeling a cart.  Suddenly, Faith's eyes
light up.

			FAITH
	No...

She takes the receiver from Kate's hand, hangs it up.

			KATE
	I just got a dial tone--

			FAITH
	The guy at the desk said he only
	left about a half hour ago, right?

			KATE
	So?

			FAITH
	So, maybe his room hasn't been
	cleaned yet.  Maybe there's
	something in there that might help
	us.  Maybe they'll let us go in
	and take a look around.

They both turn to look at the concierge.  Look back at each
other.  Shake their heads.  Kate picks up the phone again.
Faith takes it from her, hangs it up again.  Looks pleadingly
at her friend.  Beat.

			KATE
	I am not breaking into anybody's
	room.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY - NIGHT

A wad of LIRE changes hands, as a MAID opens the door to room
217.

INT. ROOM 217 - NIGHT

It hasn't been cleaned.  In fact, it looks like a cyclone hit
it.

			KATE (O.S.)
	So far, I'd say we're looking for
	a rich slob.

Kate stands with her hands on her hips, surveying the scene.
Faith spots a wastebasket in the corner.  She runs over to
it, picks it up, peers in.

			FAITH
	Ah ha!...

			KATE
	What'd you find?

			FAITH
		(charmed)
	A Butterfinger wrapper.

			KATE
	A rich, possibly fat, slob.

			FAITH
		(hopeful)
	Maybe there's fingerprints on it?

			KATE
	We're not looking to arrest the
	man, Faith, we're trying to locate
	him.

			FAITH
	Oh.  Right.

She drops it.  Starts digging through the wastebasket again.

							DISSOLVE TO:

A small pile of garbage spread out on the floor -- an apple
core, a couple more Butterfinger wrappers, some tissue, an
empty shampoo bottle, a soap wrapper.  Nothing very helpful.
There's only one more crumpled piece of paper yet to be
examined.

			FAITH
	This our last hope.

She says a silent prayer.  Unfolds it.

			FAITH
	We're saved!

			KATE
	What is it?

			FAITH
		(saints be praised)
	A phone message.
		(beat)
	Only--

			KATE
	Only what?

			FAITH
	Only, it's in Italian...

							CUT TO:

CLOSE ON the phone message and a hand holding it.

			O.S.
		(impatiently)
	So what is this?  He owes you
	money?

Pan up to the annoyed Concierge.

			FAITH
	No...  it's just very important
	that I find him, okay?

			CONCIERGE
	Why?

			FAITH
	Because.

Beat.

			KATE
	Look, it's very simple.  When she
	was eleven years old, she got this
	name--

Faith elbows her.

			FAITH
		(suddenly choking
		up)
	He's my brother.

Kate looks at her.

			FAITH
		(holding back
		tears)
	Yes, my long-lost brother.  See,
	uh, we were separated when we were
	very young.  The last time I saw
	him we were just babies, but I've
	recently found out that he's here
	in Italy.  And I'm here trying to
	find him.

That's the ticket.

			FAITH
	You could say I'm sort of looking
	for my other half.

She smiles nervously.

			KATE
	And she's going to be married in
	five days, and it would mean so
	much to her if she could find him
	before her wedding day.

Teary-eyed, Faith nods.

			FAITH
		(pleading)
	All I ask is that you just call
	this number and ask if they know
	him, if they have any idea where
	we might find him.

He looks at her.

			CONCIERGE
	And then you promise you'll go
	away?

She nods energetically.

							CUT TO:

FINGERS DIALING.  As she and Kate wait,

			KATE
		(sotto)
	Your brother?

			FAITH
	What was I gonna do?  Tell him the
	truth?

			CONCIERGE
		(into phone)
	Ai Monasteri?
		(beat)
	Va bene.

He's on hold.

			KATE
	A monastery?

Faith is looking stricken.

			CONCIERGE
		(coolly)
	It's a store.  In Rome.

She heaves a sigh of relief.  He goes back to the call.

			CONCIERGE
	Si.  Sto cercando Damon Bradley?...
		(beat)
	Si.  Si.  Grazie.  Ciao.

Hangs up.  They look at him expectantly.

			CONCIERGE
		(handing back the
		message)
	He said he thinks a woman he works
	with knows him.  Her name's Anna.
	But she won't be in 'til tomorrow.

			FAITH
	So.  How do we get to Rome?

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - SUNRISE

Somewhere in Tuscany.  Where the landscape looks like one of
those old Renaissance paintings.  Undulating hills,
sun-dappled olive groves, vast vineyards, crumbling
farmhouses.  They speed into the frame aboard a vespa.  Faith
is at the handlebars.

			KATE
		(over the wind)
	Couldn't we just have taken a
	train?

			FAITH
		(shaking her head)
	The book said they have a lot of
	rail strikes in Italy.

			FAITH
	This way we're in control.
	Besides, look how pretty this is.
	We're really getting to see the
	countryside.

They speed off.  And a BUG smacks straight into Kate's mouth.

							DISSOLVE TO:

LATER.  The front wheel of the vespa is rotating very slowly.
That's because they're pushing it.  In silence, until,

			FAITH
		(quietly)
	I told you a liter was less than
	a gallon.

			KATE
		(snapping)
	We would've had enough gas to get
	us there if you hadn't gotten us
	lost.  Besides, a kilometer is less
	than a mile.

			FAITH
	Right.  So we should've been able
	to cover more of them.

Silence.

			KATE
	Boy, we sure are seeing the
	countryside, alright.

Beat.

			KATE
	I'm hungry.

			FAITH
	You know, no offense or anything
	Kate, but I think I'm starting to
	see Larry's side of the story.

			KATE
	What's that supposed to mean?...

			FAITH
	Nothing.

They plod along again in silence.

			FAITH
		(throwing up her
		hands)
	I thought all roads were supposed
	to lead there anyway.

							DISSOLVE TO:

LATER STILL.  They've stopped to rest.  The sun is beating
down mercilessly.

Faith gets up, stands at the side of the road, arm and thumb
extended.

			KATE
	I don't know that we should be
	accepting any rides from strangers.

Faith just looks at her.

			FAITH
	You expecting somebody you know?

			KATE
	Well, you don't have to get snippy
	with me.

			FAITH
	Sorry.

After a beat,

			KATE
		(wounded)
	So, what exactly is Larry's side
	of the story, anyway?

			FAITH
	I don't know, Kate.  I just said
	that.  I'm sorry.  I'm just on
	edge.
		(gazing into the
		distance)
	I'm afraid we're losing him.

			KATE
		(staring vacantly
		ahead)
	You think he misses me at all?

			FAITH
	'Course he does.

			KATE
	You know, when Larry and I got
	married, I thought we were so lucky
	we found each other so early.
	People talk about spending their
	lives together, how many of them
	really get to?  But maybe I was
	wrong.  Maybe sooner or later
	everything wears out.

Faith turns to look at her sister-in-law.  She goes over and
kneels down next to her.

			FAITH
	Remember in junior high, when I
	had that Halloween party?  And we
	were playing Twister.  And it
	landed on right-hand-red, and there
	was only one red spot left.  You
	reached for  it, but you started
	to fall.

			FAITH
	And instead of taking it, Larry
	reached out to catch you.  He let
	you win.  Larry never let anybody
	win.  That's when I knew.  He was
	a goner.

Kate is idly doodling in the dirt with a twig.

			KATE
	That was a long time ago.

			FAITH
	And you know what I thought then,
	Kate?  I thought, I hope someday
	I have somebody who loves me that
	much.
		(a confession)
	I still hope that.

Still looking down, Kate smiles ruefully.

			KATE
	That you'll find someone who'll
	let you win at Twister?

She looks up, eyes full of doubt.  Faith nods solemnly.

			KATE
	He went out and bought himself
	men's cologne the other day.  Did
	I tell you that?

			FAITH
		(concerned)
	Larry bought himself cologne?

			KATE
	Polo.

Uh-oh.

Faith puts a consoling arm around her, and they sit there in
the Tuscan countryside.  In quiet contemplation of the
capriciousness of life and love.

INT. SQUASH COURT - DAY

Dwayne and Larry are playing.  Larry's clothes are very
wrinkled.

			LARRY
	So, she just takes off on me.  No
	warning.  No explanation.  Just
	this message on the machine, "I'm
	leaving you.  Take the clothes out
	of the dryer."  I mean, what'd I
	do?

Larry smacks the ball.

			DWAYNE
	I don't get it.  She hasn't seen
	her since she was a kid, now just
	because she's dying, all of the
	sudden she's gotta see her again?

			LARRY
	She's been acting weird lately,
	though.  I shoulda seen it coming.
	Babbling on and on and on about
	"communication".  Like I don't know
	how to communicate.

			DWAYNE
	Let's face it.  Sooner or later
	we all die.

			LARRY
	Exactly.

After a beat, Larry stops the ball.

			LARRY
	Who's dying?

			DWAYNE
	Your great aunt.

			LARRY
	What great aunt?

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD IN TUSCANY - DAY

They're walking again, both holding thumbs out now.  And their
prayers are answered.  A bright red FERRARI comes screeching
to a halt about ten feet in front of them.  They exchange a
look.  Faith dashes towards it.  Peers in the window,
converses with the driver a moment, then waves Kate over.

			KATE
		(lugging the
		suitcase)
	You really think this is safe?

An interior shot of the car reveals a NUN behind the wheel.

			FAITH
	I'd say so...

Kate takes a look inside,

			KATE
	God, the Catholic Church is even
	richer than I thought.

She climbs in, and the car PEELS OUT.

EXT. STREETS OF ROME - DAY

The Ferrari zips into the Eternal City.  A wonderland of color
and history.

Baroque fountains spout cool, clear water; kids play soccer
in the ruins; lovers kiss in secluded corners; elegantly
stylish men and women sip espresso in sidewalk cafes, engaged
in conversations, flirtations, negotiations.  All the world's
a stage.

They screech to an abrupt halt directly in front of,

			SISTER MARGHERITA
	Ai Monasteri.

They get out and are still thanking her profusely, standing
at the side of the car with suitcase in hand, when there is
a whisper from behind,

			O.S.
	Do you believe in love at first
	sight?

Faith freezes.  Gazes heavenward.

			FAITH
		(like an oath)
	Yes.

She turns.  To discover that God is a practical joker.  The
guy is talking to Kate.  Slicked back hair, ponytail, a lot
of leather.  He looks awfully young.

			KATE
	I'm married.

			YOUNG ITALIAN STUD
		(good-naturedly)
	I know, I saw your ring.  This is
	no problem.  I only want for us
	to be friends.

Uh huh.

			YOUNG ITALIAN STUD
	I am Giovanni.

He kisses Kate's hand.

			GIOVANNI
	And you are?...

			KATE
		(in spite of
		herself)
	Kate.

			GIOVANNI
	You are looking for a place to
	stay, no, Kate?

			KATE
	No.  Well, I don't know.  Well,
	maybe.  Later.

			GIOVANNI
	This is your most lucky day.  My
	family runs a pension not three
	blocks from here.

What a coincidence.  She looks at Faith.  In spite of herself,
she's a little charmed, flattered by him.  As they continue
up the steps,

			GIOVANNI
		(suggestively)
	I wait here for you.

INT. AI MONASTERI - DAY

Inside, a hushed environment, reminiscent of a monastery.
The store sells liqueurs, etc. made by monks.  Faith
approaches the counter, behind which one of those inordinately
fashionable Italian WOMEN is positioned.

			FAITH
		(almost whispering)
	Hello.  Uh, do you speak English?

			WOMAN BEHIND COUNTER
		(demure smile)
	A little.

			FAITH
	Thank God.  I'm looking for Anna?

			WOMAN BEHIND COUNTER
	I am Anna.

Overjoyed, Faith extends a hand.

			FAITH
	Anna, I'm Faith.  You don't know
	how happy I am to meet you.  You
	see, I'm trying to find someone,
	and--

			KATE
		(perusing the
		merchandise)
	Her brother.

			FAITH
	Right.  My brother.

			ANNA
		(sweetness and
		light)
	Your brother.  Fratello tuo.

			FAITH
	Yes.  Right.  Si.  My fratello.
	And, I was thinking that maybe
	someone here, well, you, might know
	him.  His name is Damon Bradley?...

The woman's eyes narrow.

			ANNA
	Damon Bradley.

			FAITH
		(more thrilled)
	Yes.  You do know him?

Anna slams her espresso down on the counter.

			ANNA
	E' un porco!

			FAITH
	Excuse me?

She starts ranting in Italian.  Faith pulls out her dictionary
and starts flipping frantically through it.  Kate comes over
with a handful of little bottles.

			KATE
	What did you say to her?

			FAITH
		(still flipping)
	I don't know.  I just asked her
	if she knew him and all of the
	sudden--

			KATE
	What's she saying?

Faith shoots her a look.

			KATE
	Oh.
		(beat)
	Wait a minute--

Kate rushes to the door,

			KATE
	Hey, Giovanni...

He comes running.  Kate hustles him inside and over to Faith.

			KATE
		(to him)
	My friend is looking for her
	brother and she thinks this woman
	knows where he is.  Can you tell
	us what she's saying?

			GIOVANNI
	She's saying he's a-- a--
		(snapping his
		fingers, he can't
		think of the word)
	porco.

			KATE
	A porco?

			GIOVANNI
		(then suddenly)
	A pig!  A pig!
		(to Faith,
		apologetic)
	She's saying he's a pig.

Anna's starting to throw things.

			GIOVANNI
	A very large pig.

			FAITH
	Ask her if she knows where he is?

			GIOVANNI
	Sa dov'e' lui?

She screams for about a minute.  He turns to Faith.

			GIOVANNI
	No.

			FAITH
	Ask her if she knows how I might
	reach him?  If she has a telephone
	number?

			GIOVANNI
	Ha un numero di telefono?

She yells some more.

			GIOVANNI
	She did, but she...

She rips a napkin into shreds.

			GIOVANNI
	...misplaced it.

More yelling.

			GIOVANNI
	He thinks she's going to meet him
	at Mezzaluna tonight, but she--

			ANNA
	HAH!

She hits her inner elbow with the edge of her other hand, in
the Italian version of the finger.

			GIOVANNI
	...has a prior commitment.

			FAITH
	What's mezzaluna?

			GIOVANNI
	A restaurant.  In Piazza Navona.

			FAITH
		(ecstatic)
	That's it.  That's it.  That's all
	I need to know.
		(to her and
		Giovanni)
	Bless you, thank you, thank you.

The PROPRIETOR rushes in from the back of the store, makes
her apologize to the nice customers.

			ANNA
		(grudgingly)
	Sorry.

			PROPRIETOR
		(that's better)
	Cosi va bene.

As Faith heads toward the door, she yells after her,

			ANNA
	I'm sorry your brother is a pig!

			KATE
		(with the bottles)
	Who is it I pay for these?

							CUT TO:

EXT. AI MONASTERI - MOMENTS LATER

As they emerge from the shop and head down the stairs, Kate
is looking skeptical.

			FAITH
	All that proves is that she wasn't
	the woman who was meant for him.

Faith throws her arms around her in celebration, dancing in
the street.

			FAITH
	And now we know where he's gonna
	be.

EXT. PENSION - AFTERNOON

ANGLE ON a sign, "PENSIONE DIVINO AMORE".  Giovanni is helping
them carry their things into the hotel.  He leads them to
their room, opens the door.  Faith enters.  As Kate follows,
he momentarily pulls her aside,

			GIOVANNI
		(apologetically)
	I must leave town for two days.
	Was unavoidable.  But, day after
	tomorrow,
		(with import)
	I return...

He places the key in her hand.  Holding his own there longer
than necessary.

INT. PENSIONE ROOM - LATER

Faith is in the shower.  Kate's got an Italian smorgasbord
arrayed before her.  Is browsing "How to Make a Man, etc.".

EXT. PENSION - EVENING

They're on their way out the door, dressed to the nines.  As
Kate turns their key in to the desk, Giovanni whispers in her
ear,

			GIOVANNI
	Forty-eight hours...

Nods meaningfully.

EXT. PIAZZA NAVONA - NIGHT

They emerge from a cab into a dreamlike landscape, illuminated
by the lights Bernini's Fountain of the Four Rivers and the
strolling FIRE-EATERS performing in the piazza.  Everything
seems to be moving in slow motion.

			FAITH
	All of the sudden, I'm feeling kind
	of nervous.
		(wringing her
		hands)
	God, I hate blind dates.  Why
	couldn't we just have arranged
	marriages in America?

			KATE
	You're right.  At least that way
	you could spend the rest of your
	life blaming your parents instead
	of yourself.  Smile.

Faith smiles.  And they enter the restaurant -- a sea of
frescoes, flowers, crystal and silver, all awash in
candlelight.  "Some Enchanted Evening..."

From Faith's POV we see various and sundry men acknowledge
or appear oblivious to her expectant face.  A smile here, a
glance there.  He could be any of them.  Or none of them.

			FAITH
		(through her smile)
	Let's get a drink.

They take a seat at the bar.  Unbeknownst to them, an
extremely handsome MAN at a table on the terrace is eying them
intently.

			KATE
	Aren't you going to ask the
	maitre'd if he's here?

It's all come down to this.  A whole lifetime of waiting,
searching, hoping...

			FAITH
		(suddenly chicken)
	I sort of wanted to wait to see
	if maybe he'd notice me first?

			KATE
	You've travelled over six thousand
	miles and now you're gonna play
	hard to get?

The MAN from the terrace is getting up.  Is coming their way.
Kate elbows her.  "Some Enchanted Eeeevening"...

			KATE
		(sotto)
	He's a god.

He approaches.

			ADONIS
	Excuse me, I hope you don't think
	I'm being too forward.  I'm here
	waiting for a friend, but I
	couldn't help noticing the two of
	you.

Faith is giddily kicking Kate under the table, but no words
are coming out.  Kate steps in.

			KATE
	We noticed you, too.

It's really happening.

			ADONIS
	I was wondering if you might be
	persuaded to join me--

It really is...

			KATE
		(getting up)
	We'd love to.

			ADONIS
		(extending a hand)
	Great.  I'm Guiseppe Romano.

Faith's face falls.

							CUT TO:

They're back at the bar by themselves.

			KATE
	So what's in a name?  I wanna join
	him.  I don't see why we can't join
	him.

			FAITH
	I told you.  If he sees me here
	with another guy, he's gonna think
	I'm here with another guy.  I just
	don't want to send any confusing
	signals.

Kate glances back over at him.  Waves.

			KATE
		(to Faith)
	Well, how come we're always looking
	for guys for you?

			FAITH
	Because I'm the one who's single.

			KATE
		(sulking)
	I never even got to be single.

			FAITH
	Sure you did.

			KATE
	Not if you don't count the sixth
	grade.

			FAITH
	Okay, okay.  You join him.  But
	first will you ask if he's here?

We watch from a distance as Kate gets up and approaches the
MAITRE'D.  He gestures towards a booth on the other side of
the room.  She thanks him and makes a beeline back to the bar.

			KATE
	He's heeeeeerrre...

			FAITH
		(nervously looking
		around)
	Oh my God.  Where?

			KATE
	He's sitting in the fourth booth
	down, on the left hand side, with
	his back to us.  He's wearing a
	navy jacket.  If you turn around,
	you can see part of his right
	elbow.

			FAITH
		(not moving a
		muscle)
	Is he looking at us?

			KATE
		(glancing over her
		shoulder)
	Nope.

Faith tries to peek around without being too obvious.  And
slips off her bar stool, almost knocking over the drink of
the person next to her.  She grabs it, awkwardly climbs back
onto the stool.  Then pulls out a compact and checks out the
view.

			FAITH
		(like she's twelve)
	Oooooo, I can see his sleeve...

After a beat.

			FAITH
	I guess I should just go over and
	introduce myself, huh?

Kate nods.  Faith puts the mirror away.  Starts to get up.

			FAITH
		(sitting back down)
	Who do I say I am?

							CUT TO:

Moments later.  Having gotten her story straight.  She gets
up again.

			FAITH
	Right, right...  Okay..
		(suddenly seized
		with self-doubt)
	You don't think he's gonna think
	I'm too aggressive?

			KATE
	Faith.  So far you've trailed the
	man halfway around the globe.  At
	this point, I don't think another
	fifteen feet is gonna tip the
	scales.

			FAITH
	Right.  Okay...  It's meant to be
	right?
		(a deep breath)
	This is it.

She straightens her skirt.  Starts to walk toward him again,
when,

			KATE
	Faith--

			FAITH
		(turning anxiously)
	What?

			KATE
	Good luck.

Faith smiles gratefully back at her.  Kate motions, "go on"...
Then turns back towards Guiseppe. Faith collects herself.
A woman with a mission.  Begins striding purposefully towards
him.

Focused only on that special arm as, with each step, a little
more of it comes into view.

Only a few more feet.  There is nothing between her and him
now but that WAITER with the enormous tray of pasta coming
from the other direction.  But, alas...  In a collision worthy
of inclusion in the "agony of defeat", the tray and all its
contents go sliding down over her.  All eyes turn her way,
and she stands there, paralyzed in an agonizing moment of dead
silence.  Then, with an anguished howl, she dashes to the
ladies room.  Kate gets up and goes rushing in after her.
And, back out in the restaurant, a pair of feet get up and
step gingerly over the remains of somebody's angel hair pasta.

Seconds later, with an enormous wet orange spot on her dress,
Faith bursts out of the ladies room.  And discovers he's gone.

The women bolt out the door, just in time to glimpse a man
in a navy jacket disappear down the subway stairs in the
distance.  In hot pursuit, Faith flings off her heels and
sends them flying.  One of them BONKS a PASSER-BY, another
MAN clad in a white shirt and carrying a navy jacket, on the
head.  We may get only a brief look at this guy, but it's
enough to establish that while he may not be drop-dead
gorgeous, any woman with any sense wouldn't kick him out of
bed for munching saltines either.   There's an undeniable
warmth in his eyes.

But Faith doesn't see him at all, because as he bends down
to pick up her shoe, he disappears from sight in the crowd,
and she races madly past him.  Down the subway stairs, into
the tunnel-- and into a mob.

INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL - NIGHT

She battles her way through the throng, hopping up and down
to try to get an overview, but there is no sign of him.  She
dashes from car to car, pounding on windows, calling out his
name.  Until, in a sudden whoosh, the doors close, and the
train speeds off into the night.

But she's still running after it.  Desperately.  Until it
finally vanishes around a corner, out of sight.  And she sinks
to the ground, arms outstretched in the darkness...  in vain.

							DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. PIAZZA NAVONA - NIGHT

CLOSE ON an abandoned shoe.  A hand picks it up.

			KATE (O.S.)
	I found one.

The two of them are wandering the piazza.  Faith puts the shoe
back on and, with one bare foot, limps over to a table.  Her
dress is stained, her nylons are run, a few stray noodles
still cling to her hair.  Basically, she's a disaster.

As they sit down,

			KATE
	Well, nobody can say we didn't try.

			FAITH
		(not hearing this)
	Okay, here's what I think.  We
	find out what all the subway stops
	for that train are-- the subway
	system's really not that big in
	Rome, we could narrow it down and--

			KATE
		(not believing
		this)
	And then what, Faith?

			FAITH
	And then... we rent a truck, or
	a car, either one, and we set up
	a loudspeaker, and we drive through
	the surrounding areas, and we page
	him.

Simple as that.  Kate just stares at her, dumbfounded.

			FAITH
	What?...  My hair?

When,

			O.S.
	I like the style.  I just don't
	think this color works for me.

They look up.  It's the STRANGER in white with her other shoe
in his hand.

			FAITH
	Oh.
		(reaching for it)
	Thank you.

			DAMON
	Allow me.

He kneels down and places the shoe on her foot.  Then gazes
up into her eyes.

			FAITH
	Thanks very much.
		(back to Kate)
	So what do you think?

Kate looks at him.  Kind of charmed.

			KATE
	That was really sweet...

			FAITH
	I meant about my idea.

			KATE
	I think it's time we got some
	professional help.

			FAITH
		(nodding)
	Like a detective.

			KATE
	No... Like a psychiatrist.

			FAITH
		(looking around)
	Don't be silly.  How's a
	psychiatrist gonna find him?

He's still kneeling there.

			FAITH
		(to him again)
	Thank you.

Now go away.  He sits down at a table nearby.  Stares over
at Faith.  She spots an Italian policeman, or CARABINIERE,
standing at the edge of the piazza.

			FAITH
	I'm gonna go see what I can find
	out about speaker rental.

She gets up, the STRANGER gets up, as if to follow.  She looks
at him like he's nuts.

			FAITH
	Excuse me.

Steps around him to head toward the cop.  He sits back down.

			DAMON
		(to Kate)
	So, what's the story with your
	friend?

			KATE
		(watching her in
		amazement)
	My friend has lost her fucking
	mind...

			DAMON
	What's she doing?

Kate turns to him,

			KATE
	She's trying to find out where she
	can rent a loudspeaker.

			DAMON
	What for?

			KATE
	So she can drive through the
	streets of Rome paging the man of
	her dreams.

He laughs.

			DAMON
	No, really.  What's she doing?

			KATE
	Really.  She thinks he's here.
	Even though she's never met him.
	Even though she's never laid eyes
	on him.

			DAMON
		(still not
		believing her)
	Seriously.

Kate just looks at him.

			DAMON
	Oh.  Well, what's wrong with that?

He gazes over at her, gesticulating wildly in the distance.

			DAMON
	Only... if she's never met this
	guy, what makes her think he's
	perfect for her?

Kate just shakes her head.  Don't ask.

			DAMON
	Were they pen pals?

			KATE
	No.

			DAMON
	Is he some kind of celebrity or
	something?

			KATE
	No.

			DAMON
	Did he do some anonymous good deed
	for her?

An exasperated sigh.

			KATE
	She got his name off a Ouija board
	when she was eleven.

She holds out her palms.  What can I tell you?

A beat.  Then,

			DAMON
	What is his name?...

Faith comes trudging back, in tears.

			FAITH
	He said it would take at least six
	months to get a permit for a
	loudspeaker.  And, you have to get
	the Pope to approve it.

Defeated, she picks up her purse.

			FAITH
	Let's just go.

Kate puts her arm around her and they start walking.  The
STRANGER grabs his jacket off the back of his chair.  Tags
after them.

			DAMON
		(anxiously)
	Will you be staying in Rome long?

She doesn't respond.

			DAMON
	Your friend said you were looking
	for someone?
		(at her side)
	Maybe I can help you track him
	down.  I speak a little Italian.
	And I have a friend who works at
	the embassy.  Maybe we could--

She's trying to wave down a TAXI.

			FAITH
	Thank you, but I really don't want
	any help.

			DAMON
	What's his name?  I'll look into
	it for you.  I could give you a
	call.

A CAB slows to a stop in front of them.

			FAITH
	Look, I appreciate the offer, but--

She reaches for the door.  He's standing in the way.

			DAMON
	Just tell me his name...

She blows her nose noisily.

			FAITH
		(to get rid of him)
	Damon Bradley.

He stares at her.

			DAMON
		(stunned)
	But, that's-- I'm Damon Bradley...

Still wiping her nose, she notices the jacket in his hands,
then looks up into his eyes.  The wind rustles through the
trees.

			FAITH
	You're...

He nods.  Amazed.

			FRANCESCA
	And you're the biggest mess I've
	ever seen.

She reaches for her hair.

			FRANCESCA
	I find that very attractive.

And she faints.  Dead away.

INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Having regained consciousness, Faith is across a candlelit
table from him.  They're engrossed in conversation.  In each
others' eyes.  Tables around them have all emptied.  A waiter
in the background is trying to prop his eyes open.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	...Coming so close and yet just
	missing each other.  Do you know
	what I mean?

Does she know what he means...

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	There's this poem by Rilke, I don't
	remember the whole thing, but it's
	about that.  About waiting for that
	person, and wondering if you'll
	ever find them.  And the last line
	of it goes, "Who knows?  Perhaps
	the same bird echoed through both
	of us, yesterday--

			FAITH
	--separate, in the evening..."

			DAMON'S MOTHER
		(slowly,
		spellbound)
	Yes.

							DISSOLVE TO:

MONTAGE.   To the Beatles' "I Will"

PENSION DIVINO AMORE - Faith hops out Damon's car.  He waits.
She dashes inside, practically skipping.

Moments later, having changed clothes, floats back out and
they take off again.  Up above, Kate watches wistfully out
the window.

DRY CLEANERS - Dwayne is there trying to pick up his stuff.
The CLERK is holding out a ticket.  "You have to have one of
these."

THE FORUM - The sun is coming up over the ruins.  Faith and
Damon stroll through them.  Damon pulls out a "doggie bag".
Sets down a little container of pasta for the wild cats that
roam Rome.

McDONALDS - Rome's golden arches.  Kate is munching on a Big
Mac, and working on a postcard:  "Dear Larry,".  Somebody
cruises by her table, snakes out a hand, reaching for her
purse.  Without so much as an upward glance, she flicks out
a leg and trips him.

CAMPO DEI FIORI MARKET - The enormous outdoor market where
everything from orchids, to watermelon, to live eels and
octopus are in abundant display.  Damon buys Faith a gardenia.
She puts it in her hair.

GIOLITTI - A gelateria.  Kate's eating ice cream.  Still
working on the postcard:  "Dear Larry".  Nothing more.
Finally crumples it up.

THE SPANISH STEPS -  Faith and Damon are sitting on the edge
of the steps watching the street show that is Rome, when a
LOCAL approaches with a Polaroid.  Selling pictures.  They
pose.

			FAITH
	My hair's kind of a mess, isn't
	it?

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	Your hair... is perfect.

He leans in and kisses her.  And from this angle, except for
the clothes, they look an awful lot like Rodin's version, as
the FRAME FREEZES.

CLOSE on the photo.  She looks up from it.

			FAITH
	You don't think this is just
	infatuation, do you?

			FRANCESCA
	Oh no.
		(beat)
	Do you?

			FAITH
	No.

He takes her hand.  Both a little unnerved, they walk.  Until,

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	But...  just to be sure, maybe we
	ought to shatter each other's
	unrealistic images of perfection.
	You know, each of us admit
	something embarrassing about
	ourselves.

			FAITH
	Okay.  Good idea.  You first.

			FRANCESCA
	Me first?  Alright, well,
		(beat)
	Something embarrassing, right?
	Something we don't want to admit
	in public.

She nods.  He thinks a moment.  Then,

			FRANCESCA
		(sheepish)
	I'm a liberal.

She looks at him with amazement.

			FAITH
	I'm a liberal!

			FRANCESCA
		(disbelieving)
	No...

			FAITH
		(solemnly)
	My car bumper has never held a
	winning sticker.

They gaze deeply at one another.

			FRANCESCA
	Well, as long we both know we're
	going into this with our eyes wide
	open...

							DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. VIA MARGUTTA - TWILIGHT

A lantern-lit street of 18th century facades.  A faint breeze
stirs the trees above.  Strains of opera float out a window.
Faith is looking around.  Finally, though they're not
overlooking anything,

			FAITH
	You're right.  This is a really
	pretty view.

He smiles.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	Not this.

He leads her out to the center of the street.  Tilts his head
back.  She follows and they walk, with their necks craned
back, like two drunken sailors, like two kids.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	This...

And up above, in the houses and apartments lining either side
of the street, visible through the unshuttered windows, are
gilded ceilings and candlelit vaults of angels.  And beyond
those, the star-studded, indigo summer sky.
	It's all a matter of how you look
	at it.

INT. PENSION BAR - NIGHT

Kate's down at the bar, talking to the Italian BARTENDER.

			KATE
	So, you're saying you think I
	should call him.

He draws a beer.

			BARTENDER
	He is your husband, no?

			KATE
	Yes, but...  He was having an
	affair.

			BARTENDER
	Si.

So what?  He picks up a napkin and sets the glass down on it.

			KATE
	The point is, he was sleeping with
	another woman.

Beat.

			BARTENDER
	Uh huh.

How much clearer can she make it?

			KATE
	They were having sex.

Finally, it dawns on him.

			BARTENDER
		(nodding gravely)
	She was your sister.

			KATE
	No, she wasn't my sister.

			BARTENDER
		(shaking his head
		in sympathy)
	Your mother.

			KATE
	Of course not.

			BARTENDER
		(another stab)
	Your grandmother?

			KATE
	Look, she wasn't a relative, okay?
	I don't know who she is.

Big deal.  He rolls his eyes and dismisses it with a wave of
his hand.

			KATE
	So, how much longer 'til Giovanni
	gets back?

EXT. THE TREVI FOUNTAIN - NIGHT

It's all lit up.  And deserted at this late hour.  The water
glows, ethereal blue.  They sit at the edge, bare feet
dangling in.  Damon picks up one of her shoes.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	I think I'll have it bronzed.

She smiles.  Then sobers.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	What?...

			FAITH
	I feel like I've been wandering
	in the desert for as long as I can
	remember.  With nothing but
	emptiness around me, wind and
	sun...  And suddenly, out of the
	blue, somehow I've found the oasis.

He takes her face in his hands.  Solemnly, almost mystically,
kisses her eyes... her mouth...

Until,

			FAITH
	There is one other thing you should
	know about me.

			FRANCESCA
	Nothing you could say would change
	the way I feel.

			FAITH
	I'm engaged.  I'm supposed to be
	married in two days.

			FRANCESCA
	Except possibly that.

She gets up.  Heavy with guilt.

			FAITH
	And, he's a friend of yours.  It's
	Dwayne.

			FRANCESCA
	Dwayne?

			FAITH
	Dwayne Pinsley.  From high school.
	That's how I knew you were here.
	When you called, from the airport.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	Oh, right.  Dwayne.
		(beat)
	You're engaged to Dwayne?

			FAITH
		(like she's trying
		to explain an
		affair)
	It just happened.  I didn't plan
	it.  I was alone.  And he was...
	there.  But now everything's
	changed.  I owe it to him to let
	him know.  I need to tell him.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	You're sure...

			FAITH
	I've never been more sure of
	anything in my life.

He smiles.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	Good.

			FAITH
	Let's find a telephone.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	Sure-- But, before you do that,
	since we're putting all our cards
	on the table, I have a confession
	to make, too.

She pauses,

			FAITH
	Okay.

He looks at her worriedly.

			FAITH
	Don't be afraid.  You can tell me.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	You're sure...

			FAITH
	We found each other, didn't we?

			DAMON'S MOTHER
		(hesitantly)
	Yes.  We did.

			FAITH
		(a whisper)
	It's alright...  this is our
	destiny.

He takes a deep breath.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	Okay.  Okay, the thing is... I'm
	not exactly...  I mean-- only in
	the most literal sense-- I'm not
	Damon Bradley.

The fountain just dropped twenty feet.

			FAITH
		(staring straight
		ahead)
	What?

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	My name isn't Damon Bradley.  I
	just told you it was Damon Bradley.

			FAITH
		(numbly)
	What is it?

			PETER
	It's Peter Wright.

He heaves a sigh of relief.  Draws her to him again.

			PETER
	Boy, am I glad that's over with.

She's frozen.  He's noticing this.  Until she extricates
herself from his arms.

			PETER
		(to himself)
	I had a feeling this was gonna be
	a problem.
		(to her)
	You're upset, right?

She shoots him a look.  Starts putting on her shoes.

			PETER
	Everything else is true.  I swear.
	I am a liberal.  I do live in
	Boston.  I am a zoologist.  I did
	see "Local Hero" fifteen times.
	I am single.  I don't believe in
	Scientology and I don't smoke.
	But, okay, I admit it, mea culpa,
	I lied about one little thing.

She runs out to the street.  Starts waving for a cab.

			FAITH
	One little thing?  You call your
	identity one little thing?

Following after her,

			PETER
	You've never lied?

Beat.

			FAITH
	That's not the point.

			PETER
	You said whatever it was you would
	understand.

			FAITH
	That was before I found out what
	it was.

A taxi approaches.

			PETER
	You're leaving?

No response.

			PETER
	Wait--  Let's put this in
	perspective.  You're going to let
	a few little letters keep us apart?

No response.  The cab stops.

			PETER
		(grasping at
		straws)
	Look, if the name's that much of
	a problem, why don't you just call
	me that?  It'll be my nickname.

She opens the taxi door.

			FAITH
		(on the brink of
		tears)
	How could you do this to me?

			PETER
		(innocently)
	I'm in love with you.

			FAITH
	Oh, come on...  What kind of an
	excuse is that?

And this time, the door SLAMS in his face.

EXT. PENSION LOBBY - NIGHT

The cab pulls up.  Faith gets out, drags into the hotel,
looking shell-shocked.  From the bar, Kate spots her and
rushes over.

							DISSOLVE TO:

INT. PENSION BAR - MINUTES LATER

Kate and Faith are both at the bar, staring off into the
distance.  Getting bombed.

			KATE
	Yeah.  Sociopaths.  They're able
	to figure out what you want them
	to be and then they act like that.

			FAITH
		(tearfully)
	But how could he know?  He only
	just met me.

			KATE
	Men have ways.

Kate shakes her head.

			KATE
	What a drag.  You finally meet the
	man of your dreams and he turns
	out to be a pathological liar.

Faith wails.

INT. PETER'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

He's on the telephone.

			PETER
	Still busy?  Okay, can I leave
	another message, please?
		(beat)
	Alright, the message is, would she
	rather have the wrong guy with the
	right name or the right guy with
	the wrong name?
		(beat)
	No-- no, no.  They alternate, see?
	It's the wrong guy--

INT. PENSION ROOM - NIGHT

CLOSE on the receiver, off the hook.  Faith is in bed, wide
awake, staring mournfully up at the ceiling.

							DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. PENSION ROOM - THE FOLLOWING MORNING

Kate is on her way out the door.  She opens it-- to find Peter
outside in the hallway, carrying a bouquet of flowers the size
of a refrigerator.

			PETER
		(moving past her)
	I have to talk to her.

			KATE
	She's not here.

			PETER
	Where is she?

			KATE
	She went out to check into
	skywriting.  I can't believe you
	lied.  Is this a genetic thing,
	men will say anything just to get
	laid?

			PETER
	No!  That's not fair.  That's not
	it at all.  Look, something
	somewhere got screwed up.  Maybe
	some metaphysical wires got
	crossed.  I may not have the right
	name, but I was there.  I'm the
	guy.  I'm-- skywriting??

She eyes him skeptically.

			KATE
	You didn't think this would be a
	problem?

He starts pacing.

			PETER
	It was an emergency.  I only lied
	that night because it was the only
	way I knew to stop her.  I knew
	if I didn't, I'd never see her
	again.

			KATE
	Good strategy.

			PETER
	Do you know I wasn't even supposed
	to be in Rome?  My boss was
	supposed to come to this
	conference, and at the last minute
	he got the measles.  The measles.
	Who gets the measles at
	forty-three?  So they sent me.
	And I wasn't supposed to be in that
	piazza that night either.  I'd gone
	to the movies, only it was sold
	out.  So I was wandering around.
	Just wandering...  When I got hit
	in the head with this shoe.

He gazes out at the Roman skyline,

			PETER
	And then I saw her.  And all I know
	is, when I looked in her eyes I
	saw something... light.  And life
	and passion and yearning.  And
	something else I can't even put
	my finger on, something I'd never
	seen before--

			KATE
	Mania.

			PETER
	Whatever.  And I thought, please
	God, give me a sign, give me some
	way to keep this woman from getting
	into that taxi and disappearing
	from my life forever.  And He did.
	She told me the name.  Granted,
	it wasn't my name, but it was a
	start.

He turns to Kate.

			PETER
	And if that's not destiny, I don't
	know what is.

			KATE
		(touched)
	That's really romantic.

She places a consoling hand on his shoulder,

			KATE
	Too bad she hates your guts.

Starts leading him toward the door.

			PETER
	It's just a name for chrissakes.
	The whole thing is so ludicrous.
	For all she knows, this guy could
	be the biggest loser on the face
	of the planet.  He could have a
	criminal record.
		(throwing up his
		hands)
	He could think Ronald Reagan was
	a great president.

Kate shrugs.

			PETER
	I mean, realistically, what are
	the odds that this is a terrific
	guy?

			KATE
		(flatly)
	Ten billion to one.

Beat.

There's a KNOCK at the door.  She opens it.  It's Giovanni
-- with a single rose.

			GIOVANNI
	Guess who-oooo...

He sees Peter and the other flowers.

			GIOVANNI
	Oh.

			KATE
		(quickly)
	Giovanni, this is Faith's friend,
	Peter.

			GIOVANNI
	Oh, hello.
		(to Kate)
	I just came by to see if you wanted
	to join me for a drink, but--

			KATE
	I'd love to.

She heads for the door.

			PETER
		(pleading eyes)
	Please.  You've got to help me.

She considers him.

			KATE
	I'll see what I can do.

INT. COCKPIT OF A TEENY TINY PLANE - DAY

Faith is strapped into the passenger seat of a miniscule
two-seater.  White-knuckled.  Staring wide-eyed out the window
at a faint trail of vapor.

			FAITH
		(over the roar of
		the engine)
	Are you sure people are gonna be
	able to read this?...

The pilot nods.  The plane goes into a dive.  Faith's eyes
roll back in her head.

EXT. PENSION TERRACE - DAY

Kate and Giovanni are at a table, overlooking the domes of
the city, bathed in the honeyed late afternoon light.
Giovanni's pointing out the sights.  A plane buzzes overhead.
Kate looks up.  Some faint gibberish is being scattered to
the wind.  She shakes her head.  Giovanni takes her hand.

			KATE
		(a little
		nervously)
	Don't you have to be getting back
	to work?

His eyes sparkle.

			GIOVANNI
	It's siesta.

			KATE
	Oh.

			GIOVANNI
	You see, in America they care for
	work, they live to work.  But in
	Italy, they care for food, for
	love, for pleasure...

His lips graze her wrist.

			KATE
	How old are you?

			GIOVANNI
	What do the years matter?  I've
	known you for centuries...

INT. PENSION LOBBY - AFTERNOON

Faith enters.  Her hair looking like she stuck her finger in
a light socket.  She's handed an enormous stack of messages.
Peter, Peter, Peter, etc.  There are a lot of cross-outs.

She forces herself to drop them into the trash on her way up
the stairs.  Then opens her door and sees the flowers.  She
fingers one, momentarily softening, then turns resolute.  She
pulls her suitcase from beneath the bed and is unzipping it
when Kate enters, grinning from ear to ear.

			KATE
	Hi-iii...

			FAITH
	Hi.  Where've you been?

			KATE
	Sightseeing...
		(sobering as she
		realizes)
	What're you doing?

			FAITH
	Packing.

			KATE
	Why?

			FAITH
	Because I've been kidding myself.
	Because I realized you were right
	from the beginning.  This whole
	thing was just a wild goose chase.

			KATE
	So, you've had a little bad luck.

			FAITH
	A little bad luck?

			KATE
	Okay, a lot of bad luck.  But that
	means the odds are probably in your
	favor now.  This is no time to give
	up.

Faith smiles wanly.  Starts pulling stuff out of drawers.

			FAITH
	Why do they read kids fairy tales
	in the first place?  Children are
	very impressionable, you know.

			KATE
	So you're just quitting?  Just like
	that?

Faith pauses.

			FAITH
	I thought you were the one who
	didn't think I should've come in
	the first place.

			KATE
	I know, but...

			FAITH
	It was a ouija board, remember?

			KATE
		(softly)
	...and a fortune teller.

			FAITH
	Yeah, well, obviously it wasn't
	meant to be.  I've got forty-eight
	hours.  I can still make it home
	in time to marry Dwayne and try
	to forget any of this ever
	happened.

			KATE
	What about Peter?...

			FAITH
	Peter?  Peter was a mistake.  An
	imposter.

			FAITH
	The last dead end in a long series
	of dead ends that I am relieved
	to finally be leaving behind.
		(glancing up)
	May as well start packing, our
	cab's gonna be here in an hour.

			KATE
	Who said I was going?

			FAITH
	What?

			KATE
	I'm just not ready to go home quite
	yet, that's all.

There's a tap at the door.  Giovanni pokes his head in.

			GIOVANNI
	You ready, Kate?  Oh, hi, Faith.
	Did you do something different to
	your hair?

Kate shakes her head.

			KATE
	He promised to take me on a tour
	of the fountains...
		(beat)
	But I don't have to go.

Faith looks at the two of them.  Realizing.

			FAITH
	No.  No, you go ahead.

			KATE
	You sure you'll be okay?

			FAITH
	I'm sure.  And Kate, thank you for
	coming.  Thank you for being such
	a good friend.

			KATE
		(squeezing her
		hand)
	I'll be back before you leave.

She and Giovanni exit.  Faith picks up the telephone.

			FAITH
	Long distance operator, please.

INT. DWAYNE'S APARTMENT - DAY

The phone rings.  The answering machine picks it up.

			PHONE MACHINE
	"Hi, it's Dwayne.  Don't be a heel,
	leave a message."

Beep.

			DAMON (O.S.)
	Hi, Dwayne.  It's me.  I'm just
	calling to say I'm on my way home.

INT. PENSION DIVINO AMORE - SUNSET

Faith's eyes drift to the window.

			FAITH
	The situation here is looking
	pretty hopeless.  I guess she's
	given up.
		(catching herself)
	So, it's Flight number 966.  It
	gets in at one tomorrow.  I'll see
	you then.

Click.

EXT. STREETS OF ROME - TWILIGHT

Faith is taking the same walk that was so magical the night
before.  But it's not the same.  She takes a few steps, tilts
her head back, and-- trips.  She's holding her foot in pain
when,

			O.S.
	Kate told me you were going home.
	Is that true?

She looks up, sees Peter.  Turns around and starts limping
briskly back towards her hotel.

			PETER
		(tagging after her)
	Is it?

No response.

			PETER
		(realizing)
	You're limping.

			FAITH
	I know I'm limping.  I stubbed my
	toe.

			PETER
	Are you okay?  You want some help?

			FAITH
	NO.

			PETER
	You are leaving, aren't you?

No response.

			PETER
	Why can't you just tell me?

			FAITH
	If it's any of your business, yes.

			PETER
	Yes?!  To be married, I suppose.

			FAITH
	Yes.

			PETER
	To the foot doctor.

			FAITH
	Yes.

He stops in front of her.  Looks her straight in the eye.

			PETER
	Why?

A long beat.

			FAITH
		(stepping around
		him)
	Because I know who Dwayne is, and
	he's reliable and stable and wants
	to marry me.

			PETER
		(dismissingly)
	He's safe.

			FAITH
	So?!  Is there something wrong with
	loving somebody who's safe?

			PETER
		(following her)
	Does he love you?

			FAITH
	He wants to marry me, doesn't he?

			PETER
	You didn't answer my question.

			FAITH
		(exasperated)
	Why are you asking me this?

			PETER
	Because I'd like to think at least
	one of you feels that way.  Does
	he  know who you are?

He touches her arm.  She pulls it away.

			PETER
		(utterly serious)
	You stubbed your toe, don't you
	think that's a sign?

			FAITH
	What?

			PETER
	He's a podiatrist.  Pain is your
	body's way of telling you something
	is wrong.  Your toe is trying to
	tell you not to do it.

She rolls her eyes, continues limping.

			PETER
	There must be something I can do,
	something I can say to make this
	up to you?...  Just tell me what
	it is, I'll say it.  I'll do it.
	I don't want you to hate me.

			FAITH
		(softening, she
		stops)
	Look, Peter, I don't hate you.
	But what we had was an illusion.
	Mutual wishful thinking.  We both
	wanted to believe it for awhile,
	but it was all founded on a lie.

			PETER
	So?

			FAITH
	So it wasn't real.

			PETER
	What about the oasis in the desert?
	Are you telling me that was a lie?

			FAITH
	No, that wasn't a lie.  That was...
		(almost more to
		herself)
	a mirage.

She looks at him.  Then, softly, sadly,

			FAITH
	Don't you see?..  We're not the
	ones who are meant to be.
		(earnestly)
	You're the man of somebody else's
	dreams.

			PETER
	Because I don't have the right
	name?!

She starts walking again.

			FAITH
	I'm going home.  I never should've
	come here in the first place and
	I'm going home.

He calls after her.

			PETER
	Fine.  Okay.  Forget me.  Leave
	me out of it.  But don't go
	throwing your life away on somebody
	you don't love.

			FAITH
		(she turns)
	Who says I don't love him?...

A long beat.

			PETER
	I see.  Well then, go home.  Get
	married.  I hope you'll be very
	happy.

And he walks quickly away, disappearing into the shadows.
She starts to call after him, but he's already gone.

EXT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT

Faith is waiting in the lobby as a CAB pulls up outside.  We
watch from a distance as she hugs Kate goodbye.  The DRIVER
comes in, picks up her bag, and she drags out the door behind
him.

INT. CAB - NIGHT

Faith is staring forlornly out the car window as the driver
gets in, turns over the engine.  They're pulling away when
SOMEONE runs out into the street, arms waving madly.

			PETER
		(running alongside
		the window)
	You can't go.

The cab is speeding up.

			FAITH
	Why not?

			PETER
	Because.  I know where he is.

It SCREECHES to a halt.

							CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT

Peter's helping her bring her things back inside.

			PETER
		(out of breath)
	I went back to that restaurant and
	I spoke with his waiter, just on
	an off chance, you know, and,
	anyway-- he knew the name of the
	guy's hotel.  So, I called there,
	they said he left yesterday.  But,
	apparently he comes here every
	year, always follows the same
	route.  He always goes from here
	down the coast to the Le Sirenuse
	hotel in Positano.  I called.  And
	they told me he's checked in.

			FAITH
	Where's Positano?

			PETER
	It's in the south.  I've still got
	my rental car.  I can get you there
	by morning...

			FAITH
	Oh no, I don't think that would
	be a good idea.

			PETER
	Look, I know there's no going back
	for us.  That's not it.  I just
	want to make this up to you.  Clear
	my relationship karma.  And I know
	the area, I've got some cousins
	down there.  Please.  Let me do
	this for you.  Let this be my gift
	to you.

She searches his eyes.

			FAITH
	Why?

			PETER
	Because-- I want you to be happy.

INT. DWAYNE'S APARTMENT - DAY

The answering machine is recording Faith's message.

			DAMON (O.S.)
	Dwayne, you're still not there?...
	I was really hoping we could talk.
			(more)

			DAMON (Cont'd)
		(beat)
	I wanted to tell you she's made
	an unexpected recovery, but she's
	a little confused and she needs
	me to stay here one more day.  Just
	to be sure.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT

Kate's in the lobby.

			KATE
	Peter found him?

			FAITH
	Yes.  Isn't that amazing?

Kate looks over at him.  He shrugs.

			KATE
	Amazing...

			FAITH
	He's down in someplace called
	Positano.  Peter says we can make
	it there by morning.

As they head out the door, Peter turns quietly to Kate,

			PETER
		(relishing this)
	He's travelling with his mother...

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

They speed down darkened the highway, Faith and Peter in the
front seat, Kate and Giovanni in the back.  The wind in their
hair.

			PETER
	The guy at the hotel told me he
	always wears a gold medallion, and
	usually has a book or magazine with
	him.

			FAITH
		(to herself,
		encouraged)
	He likes to read...
		(to him)
	Did he mention anyone in
	particular?

Beat.

			PETER
	Uh, I'd rather not say.

			FAITH
	Tell me.

			PETER
	I'd really rather not say.

			FAITH
	Please.  I need to know.

			PETER
		(giving in)
	Mickey Spillane.

			FAITH
		(a little unnerved)
	Mickey Spillane?

			PETER
	Or Hustler.

The car shoots down the road.

EXT. AMALFI COAST - DAWN

They drive past sheer cliffs dropping off to silvery rocks,
azure seas, transparent depths.  Around hairpin turns skirting
the Gulf of Salerno, before finally winding into the
impossibly beautiful seaside town of Positano.  An enchanted
land of steep hillsides overgrown with lemon trees, jasmine,
bouganvilla...  cliff hanging villas... emerald and sapphire
grottoes...  cerulean skies...  heaven on earth.

EXT. LE SIRENUSE HOTEL - DAY

Another "Lifestyles" hotel.  An elegant old villa perched
above the village and the deep blue sea.  The four of them
head for the desk, where Kate cheerfully plunks down Larry's
credit card.

			KATE
	Joan Collins stayed here.

			FAITH
		(to concierge)
	Is Damon Bradley here?

			CONCIERGE
	Si.  A la piscina.

He gestures towards the terrace.

			PETER
	He's out by the pool right now.

			FAITH
		(nervously)
	Right now?

			PETER
	Oh, and I forgot to tell you.  He's
	here with his mother.

She checks her hair, starts adjusting it in the reflection
of a window.  Then peeks around the corner.

ANGLE ON a MAN reclining on a lounge chair.  We start at the
feet which don't quite reach the end of the chair.  Move up
the legs, past the pot belly, to, sure enough, an enormous
gold medallion resting on his chest.  A fringe of hair skirts
the perimeter of his head -- and his back.

A copy of Mickey Spillane's latest rests on a table next to
him.  He's lying back, eyes closed.  This is Damon Bradley.
This is Him...

Peter smiles broadly.  Faith's face falls.

			KATE
	That's him?!

Faith elbows her.

			KATE
	That's the guy you've been waiting
	for all these years?

			PETER
		(eating this up)
	Aren't you gonna go introduce
	yourself?

			FAITH
		(not particularly
		anxious to)
	Of course.

She doesn't move.

			PETER
	Do you want me to do it?

			FAITH
	NO.

She takes a good look.  Swallows hard.  Reluctantly
approaches.

			FAITH
	Hi...

He doesn't look up.  She stands awkwardly over him, looking
back at Kate for support.

			FAITH
	Uh-hem, excuse me, hello...

He cracks one eye, squints up at her.

			MAN AT POOL
	You're in my sun.

			FAITH
		(hopping out of
		the way)
	Oh.  Sorry.

He closes his eyes.

			FAITH
	Pardon me, but...

He squints up again.

			MAN AT POOL
	What?

Beat.

			FAITH
		(like an idiot)
	Do you have the time?

He eyeballs her like she's some sort of curious life form.

			MAN AT POOL
	Do I look like I'm wearing a watch?

He doesn't.

			FAITH
	No, I guess not.  I just thought
	maybe--

When someone at the edge of the pool calls out,

			O.S.
	Hey, Damon.

But the person she's talking to doesn't respond.  Instead,
somebody else, another MAN who'd been doing laps in the pool,
emerges.

			HIM
	Yeah?

This is no ordinary mortal, this is a living monument to
mankind.  He could've modeled for Michelangelo.  Mel Gibson
feels like Jo-Jo-the-Dog-Faced-Boy next to this guy.  The guys
in the Calvin Klein ads-- okay, let's say he looks like one
of those guys.

Kate's eyes shift to Peter, who suddenly sobers.

Back at the pool, a LITTLE KID is talking to Damon.

			LITTLE KID
	Thanks for letting me borrow this.

The kid sets the Spillane tome back on his chair.

			HIM
	No problem.

He gets out and starts toweling off, a halo of sunlight
glistening off his tanned, muscular body; reflecting in the
deep green pools of his eyes.  She grabs hold of a nearby
chair as her knees start to give way.

			FAITH
		(barely audible)
	You're Damon Bradley?

			HIM
	Uh huh.

Oh. My. Goddd.

It's now or never.  She takes a deep breath.  Lets it out.

			FAITH
	Excuse me.

It's never.  She goes running back inside.

			KATE
		(whispering loudly)
	Whatareyoudoing?!

			FAITH
		(spinelessly)
	What if he doesn't like me?

			KATE
	It means you're a completely
	worthless excuse for a human being,
	and the fates have all conspired
	to make you miserable.

			FAITH
	My God... you're right.

			KATE
	Faith, I'm kidding.
		(stopping her)
	Is this how you plan to get what
	you want from life?  When you
	finally find it, you turn and run
	away from it?

She gazes fearfully back out to the terrace.

			PETER
	Hey, if she doesn't wanna meet him,
	she doesn't wanna meet him.

Kate glares at him.  Takes Faith by the shoulders.

			KATE
	You have overcome everything it
	took to get here.  Every obstacle
	to reach this moment.  This fateful
	moment.  Now, it's in your hands.

She points toward the terrace.

			KATE
	Is that what you want?

Is this a trick question?

			KATE
	Then go get it.

EXT. POOL - MOMENTS LATER

He's picking up his things.

			O.S.
	Hi again...

He looks up.

			HIM
		(perfectly
		friendly)
	Hello.

			FAITH
		(nervously
		fingering her
		necklace)
	Beautiful place...

			HIM
	Sure is.

A pause.

			FAITH
	Been here long?

			HIM
	Just since yesterday.

			FAITH
	I just got here, too.  Not
	yesterday.  But, just now.  Today.
	Just a few minutes ago.
		(looking around)
	Yeah, we just got here...  I mean,
	I just got here.  I'm single.

He looks at her.  Uh huh.

			FAITH
		(chickening out)
	Well, I'll probably be seeing you
	around, then.

She starts to skulk away.

			HIM
		(politely)
	I hope so.

She pauses, turns,

			FAITH
	I was wondering...
		(not looking at
		him)
	Do you have dinner plans?

			HIM
	Tonight?

			FAITH
		(her eyes
		tentatively meet
		his)
	Any night.

			HIM
	Well, not exactly...

			FAITH
	Would you be willing to have dinner
	with me?

A slow smile creeps across his lips.  Why not?

			HIM
	Sure.

			FAITH
		(somehow
		maintaining)
	You would?  Really?

He nods.

			FAITH
	Okay.  Okay, how about I meet you
	at the restaurant at the base of
	the stairs at, say, 8:30?

A smile that would melt Nome in January,

			HIM
	I'll look forward to it.

			FAITH
		(backing away)
	Okay.  Good.  See you then, then.

She's about to trip over a chaise lounge.

			HIM
	Wait.

			FAITH
	Yes?

			HIM
	Aren't you going to tell me who
	you are?

			FAITH
		(stepping forward)
	Oh, Faith.  My name's Faith.

			HIM
		(extending a hand)
	It's a pleasure to meet you, Faith.

He takes her hand.  Kisses it.  Peter rolls his eyes.

She turns around and dashes back inside.  We hear an
ear-splitting SHRIEK of excitement come from inside the hotel.
Damon smiles to himself.

EXT. POSITANO - DAY

The jet-setters have Sardinia, this is a resort with bohemian
roots and small town charm.  A barber sets his chair in the
street outside his shop.  A workman is polishing the bronze
mermaid out in front of "Siren Travel".

"Two Gentlemen from Verona" is being performed at the
community theatre.  Housewives open shutters, shopkeepers
sweep storefronts of fruit stands, pottery and linen shops.
Men carry armloads of flowers, boxes of lemons and gleaming
fish to market.  Children play at the edge of the sea.
Mayberry in Italy.

Kate and Giovanni are down at the beach, frolicking in the
water.

And Faith is strolling through town, floating on air.  She
spots a dress in a clothing store window.

INT. CLOTHING SHOP - DAY

Faith emerges from a dressing room in something summery and
flowing.  She looks beautiful.

							DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HOTEL ROOM - SUNSET

A jar of green goo.  Faith's plastering one of those green
clay masks to her face.  Her dress is hanging on the door.
She's got rollers in her hair.  She and Kate are getting ready
for dinner.

			FAITH
	Did you see his eyes?  I've never
	seen eyes that green.  And he was
	so nice.  Did you see how nice he
	was?  He was really nice.

There's a KNOCK at the door.  She freezes.

			KATE
	I thought you were meeting him
	there?

Panicking, Faith dashes to the bathroom, starts frantically
rinsing off the mask.

			FAITH
	That's what I thought.

Kate opens the door.  It's Peter.

			KATE
	Oh, it's you.
		(to Faith)
	It's only Peter.

			PETER
	Thanks.

			KATE
	Sorry...

Relieved, Faith steps out from behind the bathroom door, still
wiping green stuff off her face.

			FAITH
	Hi, Peter.

			PETER
	Hi.

An awkward beat.

			FAITH
	Come on in.

He does.

			PETER
	So.  You found him.

			FAITH
	You found him.  I don't know how
	to thank you.

He shrugs.

			PETER
	Well, it looks like we both lucked
	out.  I just met somebody myself.
	Somebody my aunt introduced me to.

			FAITH
		(a little
		surprised)
	Oh.  That's nice.

			PETER
	Yeah.

Beat.

			PETER
	And she's a knock-out, too.

			FAITH
	Well, good.  Good for you.

			PETER
	Anyway, that's why I came by.  I
	need to fix this button.  Do you
	have a needle and thread?

This is pretty transparent, but she politely plays along.
As she starts looking through her stuff, he starts idly
fingering their toiletries.  Smells her perfume, etc.

			PETER
	So, you're going to dinner?

She nods.

			PETER
	Where are you going?  Just-- out
	of curiosity...

			FAITH
	Just to that place down at the
	bottom of the stairs.  Nothing
	fancy.

She hands him the needle and thread.

			PETER
	Oh, thanks.
		(really trying)
	Well, have a good time.

			FAITH
		(heartfelt)
	You too.

As he exits,

			PETER
	Hey--

			FAITH
	What?

			PETER
	Nice dress.

			FAITH
		(gracious and
		indebted)
	Thank you, Peter.  Thank you so
	much.

He nods and leaves.  She looks at Kate.

Faith emerges from her room and starts down the steep hillside
stairs that lead to the village.  Lights along the shore are
beginning to glitter; a warm breeze flows in like silk.  It's
the sort of moment and sort of place where all dreams seem
within reach.

Down below she can see him waiting for her outside the
restaurant door.  She pauses a moment to take it all in.  He
looks up and sees her.  Blows a kiss up to her.  She
practically swoons.

As she arrives at the foot of the stairs, he takes her hand,

			HIM
	You look like a goddess.

INT. BUCA DI BACCO RESTAURANT - TWILIGHT

A open-air place, overlooking the sea.  Waves crash.
Moonlight glistens on the water.  Guitarists stroll by,
singing sentimental Neopolitan ballads.  It's all almost too
good to be true.  They're led to a table and he pulls out her
chair.  The perfect gentleman.  A WAITER comes over to welcome
them.  Asks if they'd like a drink.

			HIM
		(to Faith)
	Wine?

She's a little giddy.

			FAITH
	Sure.

			HIM
		(to the waiter)
	Brunello di Montalcino, '85,
	please.

Back to her.

			HIM
		(leaning forward)
	You know, I noticed you out at the
	pool even before we spoke.  I could
	sense the chemistry between us.

			FAITH
		(a little
		flustered)
	Really?

			HIM
		(bedroom eyes)
	Really...

							DISSOLVE TO:

The WAITER arrives with the wine.  Pours.  She raises a glass.

			FAITH
	Well, to-- new friends.

			HIM
	And more...

They toast.

			FAITH
	So, I guess you're probably
	wondering why I asked you to
	dinner...

He sets down his glass.

			HIM
	Not really.  Happens to me all the
	time.

An awkward laugh.  It probably does.  Damon picks up his menu,
scans the prices.

			HIM
	Well, fuck me.

She must be hearing things.

			FAITH
	Excuse me?

			HIM
	Nothing.
		(clearing his
		throat)
	Prices are a little steep here,
	aren't they?

			FAITH
	Don't worry about it.  You're my
	guest.

She picks up her menu.

			FAITH
	What looks good?

			HIM
		(perusing it)
	Hmmmm... Well, the scampi sounds
	good...

			FAITH
	You like shrimp?  I like shrimp.

Small world.

They're still pondering their options when another COUPLE
stroll in and are led to the table directly next to theirs.
It's Peter and his date, FRANCESCA.  And this time he was
telling the truth.  She's stunning.  All suntanned legs and
skintight spandex.  Beaming, he pulls out her chair.  Faith
just stares at him.  As he moves around the table to sit down,
his eye catches hers.

			PETER
		(sotto)
	What?...

			FAITH
		(hissing)
	What are you doing here?

			PETER
	We were hungry.

She turns her back on him.

			HIM
		(looking up from
		his menu)
	So what do you think?

			FAITH
		(distracted)
	Uh, the scampi sounds good to me,
	too.

			O.S.
	Damon.  There you are.

An ELEPHANT OF A WOMAN approaches, Damon waves her over.

			HIM
		(to Faith)
	I didn't think you'd mind...

She proceeds to plant herself at their table.

			HIM
	Faith, this is my mother.

			FAITH
	Oh, hello.

			HIM
	Mommy, this is Faith.

Trying to conceal her surprise, Faith politely extends a hand.

			FAITH
	Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bradley.

Peter drops his napkin, leans over towards Faith to retrieve
it,

			PETER
		(whispering into
		her ear)
	"Mommy"?

							DISSOLVE TO:

LATER.  Their food has arrived.  Francesca is rubbing Peter's
leg under the table.  Faith is trying to ignore this.

			FAITH
	So, you say you've been to Italy
	before?

			HIM
	A few times.  It's kind of an
	annual tradi--

			PETER
		(to Damon)
	Pardon me, but could we borrow your
	salt?

Faith glares at him.

			HIM
	Sure.

He hands it over.

			FAITH
	You were saying...

			PETER
		(to Damon)
	Boy, that looks tasty.  What is
	that?

			HIM
		(chewing)
	Scampi.

			DAMON'S MOTHER
	Damon.  Not with your mouth full.

			PETER
	Scampi, huh?  I love scampi.  I
	practically always get it in these
	seafood places.  Is that good
	scampi?

Damon nods.  Swallows.

			HIM
	You want to try some?

			PETER
		(pleased with
		himself)
	Sure.  I'll trade you some of my
	pasta.

They start cheerily exchanging portions.

							DISSOLVE TO:

LATER STILL.  The candles have burnt low.  The plates are
being cleared.  Francesca and Peter are feeding each other
dessert.  Giggling.  Damon snaps his fingers at a waiter.

			HIM
	El checko, por favor.

Annoyed, the WAITER totals up their tab and starts to hand
it to him.  Damon motions towards Faith.  She takes it, starts
pulling out lire as he and his mother get up.

			PETER
	Say, I saw where they had motor
	boats for rent down in the harbor.
	Why don't we all go for an evening
	cruise around the bay?

			FAITH
	I don't know if that's such a--

			DAMON AND HIS MOTHER
		(in unison)
	Great idea!

Faith is still counting as Damon and his mother, Peter and
Francesca all head for the door.  She finally finishes,
hurries to her feet to catch up with Peter,

			FAITH
		(at his side)
	Why are you doing this?

			PETER
	I just wanted to keep an eye on
	you.  The guy's a total stranger,
	remember?

			FAITH
	So were you.

			PETER
	Exactly.
		(beat)
	Besides, no hard feelings.  You
	found somebody.  I found somebody.
	I thought we could double.

EXT. HOTEL ROOM TERRACE - EVENING

Kate and Giovanni are dining outside on the vine-covered
terrace.

			GIOVANNI
	This is back when I was in school,
	you take those tests, you know?
	They said I should go into physical
	therapy.
		(he takes a bite)
	Or wood-working.

She looks confused.

			GIOVANNI
		(simply)
	I'm good with my hands.

The phone RINGS.

			KATE
	Hold that thought.

Kate goes inside to pick it up.

			KATE
	Hello?

EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Faith at a pay phone outside the restaurant.

			FAITH
	Kate.  Thank God you're there.
	I need help.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

			KATE
	Uh huh...  Okay, we'll be there.
	How is he, anyway?

EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Faith glances over at Damon -- as he pinches a woman walking
by.

			FAITH
	It's still a little too early to
	say...

EXT. A BOAT IN THE TYRRHENIAN SEA - NIGHT

Kate and Giovanni are here.  Damon's mother is in the corner.
Snoring.  Damon is pontificating on global policy to Peter.

			HIM
	Irregardless of the politics.  It's
	time we stopped dicking around.
	I'm telling you, nuculear is the
	only way out.

			PETER
	But don't you think that's a little
	short-sighted?

			KATE
		(sotto, to Faith)
	Not only is he a momma's boy and
	a fascist, he says "nuculear" and
	"irregardless".

			FAITH
	No one's perfect, Kate.

			KATE
	And he is living proof.

			FAITH
	No, I think maybe you've been
	right.  I think I may have been
	too critical in the past.

Damon BELCHES loudly.

			KATE
	Faith, if I may say so, you picked
	a helluva time to come to this
	realization.

			HIM (O.S.)
	Human rights, shmuman rights.

			FAITH
		(hope springs
		eternal)
	Maybe I can change him.

			KATE
	I thought this was supposed to be
	the one guy in the world you
	wouldn't need to change.

They stare over at him.

			FAITH
	Maybe if I kiss him I'll feel it.

			KATE
	Or maybe it'll turn him back into
	a toad.

							DISSOLVE TO:

LATER.  Francesca is idly running her fingers through Peter's
hair.

			FAITH
	Well, what about books?  You like
	Hemingway?  You gotta love
	Hemingway.

			PETER
	The Sun Also Rises.  For Whom the
	Bell Tolls.  The Old Man and the--

			HIM
	He's alright.  For a closet homo.

Faith's jaw muscles tighten slightly as she tries to take this
in stride.

			FAITH
	How about music?  You like
	classical?

			PETER
	The Boston Pops.  Season tickets.

Damon yawns.

			FAITH
	Well, how about those old romantic
	movies with those great stars, huh?
	Like Audrey Hepburn.

			PETER
	Actually, I think I prefer
	Katherine Hepburn.

			HIM
	Audrey was cool.

Finally.  She smiles.  Damon SPITS noisily over the side.

			HIM
	Too bad she didn't have any tits.

							DISSOLVE TO:

Kate is listing things.  Faith and Damon are nodding their
heads, yes and no.  Never in unison.

			KATE
	Baseball.  Carmelcorn.  Organized
	religion.  Sting.  Grape-flavored
	candy.  The Marx Brothers.  Long
	foreplay.  Gardening.  Drum solos.
	Dogs.  Mai tais.

							DISSOLVE TO:

Kate, checking her list.

			KATE
	Amazing.  With the exception of
	fruitcake, which, let's be honest,
	everybody hates,
		(looks up)
	you two have absolutely nothing
	whatsoever in common.
		(re-checking her
		list)
	That's got to be almost
	statistically impossible.

Francesca and Peter are up towards the bow of the boat,
cavorting, hanging on each other.  Faith is facing them, with
her back to Damon.

			FAITH
		(not wanting to
		look)
	What's he doing now?

Kate peers over her shoulder.

			KATE
	He's tearing the wings off a moth
	and making it walk around.

Faith buries her head in her hands.

							DISSOLVE TO:

Faith is standing at the railing alone, gazing out at the open
ocean.  When she feels someone sidling up next to her.

			HIM
	So, what are we waiting for?

			FAITH
	What?

			HIM
	Let's face it.  You want me.

He places a hand on her breast.  She lets out a blood-curdling
SCREAM.  Peter comes running to her rescue.  Hauls off and
decks him.

EXT. DOCK - NIGHT

Peter and Giovanni are forcibly dragging Damon off the boat,
down the dock.  Still onboard, she and Kate watch them go,
in a daze.

			FAITH
		(numbly)
	He's a jerk.

			KATE
	Yes.  He is.

			FAITH
	I spent my whole life waiting for
	a creep.

			KATE
	Yup.

			FAITH
	I came all the way to Italy in
	search of a weasel.

			KATE
		(still watching
		them go)
	When you could've found one in
	America.

Francesca steps past them off the boat.

			FRANCESCA
	Do not feel bad.  He was scum.

EXT. LANDING - NIGHT

After the men are out of earshot, we see Peter pull this guy
aside.  And surreptitiously hand him an envelope.

			HIM
	You didn't think that last bit with
	the bugs was a little over the top?

			PETER
	Not at all.  You were perfect.

Handing him another envelope.

			PETER
	And thank Mrs. Walker, too.

EXT. BOAT - MOMENTS LATER

Faith and Kate are still there, unloading a groggy Mrs.
Bradley.   She goes tottering down the dock, as Peter returns.

			PETER
	You okay?

			FAITH
	Yeah.

			PETER
		(sympathetically)
	I guess he turned out to be kind
	of a loser, huh?

She sighs, nods.

			PETER
	I'm sorry.

			FAITH
	I feel like the world's biggest
	idiot.

He finishes securing the boat.

			PETER
	Why should you be embarrassed?
	He was the jerk.

She doesn't believe this, but appreciates the gesture.

			FAITH
	In spite of the way it all turned
	out, though, I want you to know
	how much I appreciate your helping
	me find him.  I would always have
	wondered what might have been.

He pauses.

			PETER
	Yeah.
		(then)
	Well, was the least I could do.

			FAITH
	No, it was more than that.  It was
	very generous of you.  It was very
	kind.

His eyes meet hers.  From the landing, Francesca calls after
him impatiently.

			PETER
		(reluctantly)
	I better go.

Faith's eyes shift between the two of them.

			FAITH
	Sure.  I understand.

He touches her shoulder.

			PETER
	Promise me you won't leave without
	saying goodbye.

			FAITH
	No.  Course not.

And with that, he gets up, steps off the boat and heads down
the pier with Francesca clinging to him.  She watches them
walk away.

			KATE
	So...

			FAITH
	So.  I guess I've got a wedding
	to go to.

Faith steps off the boat and walks down the pier, a solitary
figure, who finally disappears in the mist.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Faith is packing.  She picks up her "Let's Go Italy" guide,
and the polaroid of her and Peter falls out.  "The Kiss".
She sighs.  Tucks it back inside the book.  She picks up her
wallet, opens the coin purse, reaches in to pull out her
ENGAGEMENT RING.  As she does, something else falls to the
floor.  Dwayne's DRY CLEANING TICKET.  She stares down at it.
Then takes the ring, places it back in her wallet.  And picks
up the telephone.

INT. HER MOTHER'S HOME - DAY

Her mother is sobbing hysterically.  Larry is there.  Dwayne
is there.  Leslie is there.  Leslie's eyes meet Dwayne's
meaningfully.

EXT. BOAT - NIGHT

Kate and Giovanni are walking down the pier, hand in hand.
He stops her, leans her up against the railing, and plants
a massive kiss on her.  After she's managed to catch her
breath,

			KATE
	Giovanni, I want to thank you.

			GIOVANNI
	I thank you.

He goes to kiss her again.

			KATE
	No, you don't understand.  It's
	been wonderful meeting you.  But...
	I have a husband.  I have two kids
	at camp.  I have a life I have to
	go back to.

			GIOVANNI
	You don't have to go if you don't
	want to...

			KATE
	But I do want to.

He realizes where this isn't going.  Tries another tack.

			GIOVANNI
		(hurt)
	You think I'm just one of those
	Italian Casanovas.  The guys who
	try to seduce every woman who comes
	their way.  Who prey on unhappily
	married women.  Who lure
	unsuspecting--

			KATE
	Giovanni.

			GIOVANNI
	Huh?

			KATE
	That's exactly what you are.

Beat.

			GIOVANNI
	Is it that obvious?

She smiles.

			KATE
	Thank you for making me feel
	wanted.

She turns, and heads up the stairs.  Alone.  After a beat,

			GIOVANNI
	Kate.

She looks back down,

			GIOVANNI
	It was my pleasure.

And he starts down the street.  Passes an outdoor cafe.  With
an attractive woman in it.  ANGLE ON the WOMAN.

			O.S.
	Do you believe in love at first
	sight?...

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Faith is in bed.  In the darkness.  The door opens.

			FAITH
	Kate is that you?

			KATE
	Uh huh.

			FAITH
	I didn't expect you back so soon.

Kate closes the door.

			KATE
	Well, I realized, if you're getting
	married, you're gonna be needing
	the maid of honor, right?

			FAITH
	Actually, no.  There's not going
	to be a wedding.

			KATE
	Oh.

Beat.

			KATE
	Well... I ought to be getting home
	anyway.  The kids'll be back from
	camp soon.  The house is probably
	a mess.

			FAITH
	And Larry?...

			KATE
	What about Larry?

			FAITH
	I don't know.  I've just been
	thinking... maybe this destiny
	thing is more of a do-it-yourself
	operation.  Maybe the things that
	are meant to be are the things we
	want badly enough to fight for.

The room is quiet.  You can hear the waves in the distance.

			KATE
	Maybe...

							DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HOTEL ROOM - DAWN

It's a glorious morning.  Birds chirp.  The sea shimmers in
the distance.  Faith is standing outside a hotel room door.
She takes a deep breath.  Knocks.  It opens.  Peter.

			PETER
	Hi.

			FAITH
	Hi.  Are you... busy?

			PETER
	No.
		(beat)
	Are you're leaving?

			FAITH
	No.  I just came by to apologize.

He looks at her questioningly.

			FAITH
	It seems like ever since I found
	out about this guy, this name, I've
	been kind of crazy.  Like I was
	on drugs or something.

			PETER
	I know the feeling.

			FAITH
	Yeah...  Well, anyway, I also
	wanted to tell you, I'm not getting
	married.

			PETER
	You aren't?

			FAITH
	No.  I mean yes, I'm not.  I
	decided to call it off.  Well,
	actually, it was kind of mutual.

			PETER
	Well.  Congratulations.

			FAITH
	Thank you.
		(beat)
	So, since I have a few more days
	of vacation left, I was wondering
	if maybe you'd want to do something
	sometime.  I mean, you know, if
	you don't have... other plans.

			PETER
	Are you asking me out?

Beat.

			FAITH
	Yes.  I am.

			PETER
		(gently)
	In that case... no...

She looks down at the ground.  Nods.

			PETER
	I don't have other plans.

She looks back up.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

Kate goes to the desk for her key.  The concierge hands it
to her, along with something else.  An envelope.

			KATE
	What's this?

			CONCIERGE
	From an admirer...

She hesitantly opens it.  Inside is a college catalogue.  A
note:  "Please turn to page 51".  Puzzled, she opens it to
page 51.  The Sociology section.  A class is circled:
"Trans-gender Modes of Communication in Post-Modern Society".
And another note in the margin: "You want to take it with me?"
LARRY steps into view from around a corner.  She looks up.
Tears in her eyes.

EXT. THE STEPS - DAY

Peter and Faith are overlooking the sea, towards Capri.

			PETER
	You can't come to Southern Italy
	and not see the Blue Grotto.

			FAITH
	I just need to run up and get my
	bathing suit.

			PETER
	Okay.  I'll meet you at the dock
	in ten minutes.

As she dashes off,

			PETER
	Hurry...

EXT. POSITANO VILLAGE - DAY

Faith is on her way back to her room.  She passes the
community playhouse where two teenage kids are up on ladders,
suspending a banner across the stairs announcing a new play:
"The Odyssey".   One kid accidentally drops his end, and it
goes fluttering down across her path.  Faith stops to retrieve
it and is handing it back up to him when she glances at the
window where the eight-by-tens of the play's stars are being
changed.  The new star of the show is noneother than Damon
Bradley.  Only his name isn't Damon Bradley.  It's LEONARD
GILINSKY.  She stares at the photo.  And suddenly has trouble
breathing.

EXT. DOCK - DAY

Peter is waiting at the dock.  Checks his watch.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Faith is packing.  Furiously hurling stuff into a suitcase.
Peter shows up at the door.

			PETER
	Is something the matter?

			FAITH
	GET OUT!!

Backing behind it,

			PETER
		(sotto)
	I'd call that a yes.
		(peeking around
		the corner)
	Do I get a hint?

			FAITH
	You want a hint?  I'll give you
	a hint.  You are the lowest, most
	despicable, most reprehensible form
	of reptilian swine--

			PETER
	There's no such thing.

			FAITH
	What?

			PETER
	Reptilian swine.  There's no such
	thing.  Reptiles aren't swine.

			FAITH
	Who cares?!  You hired an actor??

			PETER
	I don't know what you're talking
	about.
		(a nervous beat)
	Who told you that?

			FAITH
	No one had to tell me.  He's
	starring in the local play.

A bead of sweat rolls down his neck.

			FAITH
	You did, didn't you?  You got
	somebody to pretend to be him?
	Tell me the truth.  For once.

He takes a deep breath.

			PETER
	Alright.  The truth is... I thought
	we had something here.

			FAITH
	I can't believe you did that!

			PETER
	And I can't believe you are so
	stubborn and so blind as to let
	some stranger, some phantom you've
	never even met destroy it.

			FAITH
		(turning on him)
	You're the reason I never met him.
	You knew it was the thing I most
	wanted in life and you sabotaged
	it.

			PETER
	I sabotaged it?  You're the one
	who lost him, remember?

			FAITH
	Well, I might've found him again
	if I hadn't left Rome to make this
	pointless trip down here with you.

			PETER
	As I recall, you were on your way
	home.  And I didn't want you to
	go so, yes, I told you a little
	white lie.

			FAITH
	A "little white lie"?  A "little
	white lie"?

			PETER
	What would you call it?

			FAITH
	I would call it-- unforgivable.

Silence.

			PETER
	Don't you think you're overreacting
	just a little here?   We're talking
	about love, okay?  Let's be
	rational.

			FAITH
	Rational?!  Love is not rational!
	Are you crazy?

			PETER
		(throwing up his
		hands)
	Yes.  I'm crazy.  You have driven
	me crazy.  No one in their right
	mind would go to this much trouble
	to win over someone as insane as
	you.  Did it ever, even for one
	second, occur to you how much work
	it was to set all this up?  How
	many arrangements had to be made?
	How many players had to be
	coordinated?

			FAITH
	Gee, I'm flattered.  What an
	incredibly romantic gesture.
	Cancel the roses, I've decided to
	lie to her instead.

			PETER
	Very funny.

			FAITH
	No, it isn't.  I called off my
	wedding all because of you.

A beat.

			PETER
		(touched)
	Really?...

			FAITH
		(realizing this
		herself for the
		first time)
	Yes.

Then,

			PETER
	And this is the thanks I get.  I
	did you a favor.  You never wanted
	to marry that joker in the first
	place.

			FAITH
	That's not the point.
		(realizing she's
		just given herself
		away)
	And what if I had wanted to?

			PETER
	If you had wanted to, you'd have
	gone home.

Then, more calmly,

			PETER
	Look, I just thought if you finally
	got rid of this obsession with this
	name, if you could get it out of
	your system once and for all, then
	maybe you'd be able to stop waiting
	and open your heart to someone
	real.  Granted, ideally, me.  I
	didn't do it to hurt you.  I did
	it for you.
		(beat)
	I did it for us...

			FAITH
	There is no us.

His eyes harden.

			PETER
	Oh, that's right.  There's only
	him.  Mr. Perfect Imaginary Man.
	You know, I gave you more credit
	than you deserved.  The truth is,
	you're in love with the fantasy.
	You're afraid of something real.

And he storms out the door.

EXT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - DAY

CLOSE ON a pile of cornball souvenirs.  A little gondola.
A little colosseum.  The little liqueur bottles.

Kate and Larry are at a table.  She's been collecting things
for him all along the way.

			LARRY
	Are you kidding?  All that stuff
	was for you, Kate.  It just seemed
	like you were mad at me, so I
	thought maybe if I-- I hate Polo...

Kate smiles.  In love with him all over again.

			LARRY
	There's just one thing I still
	don't understand.

She looks at him.

			LARRY
	I don't have a great aunt in Italy.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

Peter, carrying his suitcase, turns in his key to the
concierge. Signs his bill.  And resignedly exits out the door.

ANGLE on the mermaid out in front of "SIREN TRAVEL".  Inside,
Faith is waiting in line.  She steps up to the window.  On
the other side of the counter is Damon.  That is, is Leonard.

			FAITH
	You...

			LEONARD
		(a little uneasy)
	Hi there...

			FAITH
	Before you start picking your nose,
	I know he put you up to it.

He looks disappointed.

			LEONARD
	It was the moth stuff that gave
	it away, didn't it?
		(to himself)
	I knew that was too much.

			FAITH
	No, you gave a very convincing
	performance.  And you'll be pleased
	to know that your eight-by-ten
	glossy is now on display at the
	local playhouse.

			LEONARD
	My picture's up?

He conveys this to a co-worker in Italian.  They exchange
high-fives.

			FAITH
		(glumly)
	Congratulations.

			LEONARD
	Thanks.

			FAITH
	So, this is what you do?  I mean
	when you're not playing other
	parts?

			LEONARD
	I take it things didn't work out
	between the two of you?

She shakes her head.

			LEONARD
	That's a shame.

She shrugs.  Heh.

			FAITH
	Yeah, well... Anyway, I'm here to
	pick up my ticket.  TWA, Flight
	877.

He starts punching it into his computer.

			LEONARD
	Is this your first trip here?

She nods.

			LEONARD
	It's an amazing place, don't you
	think?

			FAITH
	Amazing.

			LEONARD
	Smoking or non-smoking?

			FAITH
	Non.
		(beat)
	Please.

He nods.

			LEONARD
	Lots of history.  For example, did
	you know, according to legend, this
	coastline used to harbor Sirens?

			FAITH
	Hm.

			LEONARD
	Beautiful women who could lure men
	to their destruction with their
	singing.  Nobody's ever really seen
	them and lived to tell about it.
	But, I don't know.  An awful lot
	of ships wrecked on those rocks.

He shrugs.  Hands her her ticket.

			LEONARD
	Well.  Have a good trip.

She nods.  Distant.  And we stay on her face.

INT. CAR - DAY

Peter places his suitcase in the car.  Gets in.  Tosses
something out the window.  A dead gardenia.

INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - DAY

Kate and Larry.  Larry starts choking on his Campari.

			LARRY
	Damon Bradley?  That's why you're
	here?

			KATE
	What?  You know him?

			LARRY
		(chuckling
		nervously)
	It was just a joke.  I was pushing
	the arrow.  I wanted to get to the
	next question.  I wanted to find
	out who was gonna win the Series.

			KATE
	Are you saying you just made the
	whole thing up?  The guy never even
	existed?

			LARRY
	He existed.  He was some kid I knew
	from Little League.
		(musing)
	He was a real jerk.
		(he looks up at
		her)
	You say he's a friend of Dwayne's?

			KATE
		(nodding)
	Went to high school with him.
	But...

			KATE
	what about the fortune teller?

							DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CARNIVAL NIGHT - NIGHT

Twenty years ago.  A young Faith is sitting across from the
fortune teller.  There's a pounding at the back door.

This time we stay with Madame Divina, following her as she
gets up, marches to the back of the booth and throws open the
door.  Standing there is Larry.  He whispers something in her
ear as he hands her a five dollar bill.

			LARRY (V.O.)
	I thought she'd get a kick out of
	it.

							DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - DAY

			LARRY
	It was a harmless little prank.
	Who in the world would've thought
	she'd spend her life waiting for
	this guy?

			KATE
	Larry, you've got to tell her.

			LARRY
	I can't tell her.  She's called
	off her wedding.  She'll never
	speak to me again.

He looks up pleadingly.

			LARRY
	You tell her.

Faith bounding up the steps.  She races to Peter's room.
Pounds on the door.  No answer.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

Faith dashes to the desk, runs into Kate and Larry.

			FAITH
	Larry!  What are you doing here?
		(realizing)
	Mom sent you.

			LARRY
	No.

He puts an arm around Kate.

			LARRY
	I came after the woman I love.

			KATE
	He missed me.

Faith smiles.  He puts his other arm around her.

			LARRY
	The two women I love.  How are you,
	Faith?

She's a little surprised by this outpouring of affection.

			FAITH
	I'm fine.
		(to Kate)
	Have you seen Peter?

			KATE
	He's gone.  He told me what
	happened.  He just left for the
	airport.

			FAITH
	Larry, did you rent a car?

			LARRY
	Yeah--

			KATE
	Faith.  Larry has something he
	wants to tell you about Damon
	Bradley.

Larry is violently shaking his head "no".  Kate jabs him.

			KATE
	I'll leave you two alone.

She exits the room.  Stranding him.

			FAITH
	Larry, can I borrow your car keys?

			LARRY
	Faith, this guy you think is Mr.
	Right, he's... not what you think--

			FAITH
	Don't worry, it's a long story,
	but I know who he is.  I know where
	to find him.

			LARRY
	But, Faith--

			FAITH
	Please, Larry.  I have to hurry.

She spots the keys lying on the table.  Grabs them, bolts for
the door.

			FAITH
	I'll bring it back as soon as I
	can.

			LARRY
		(calling after her)
	But Faith--

			FAITH
	What?...

Beat.

			LARRY
		(chickening out)
	It's the red Fiat.

INT. HOTEL - MOMENTS LATER

Kate and Faith's room.

			KATE
	She what?!

			LARRY
	She said she knew where to find
	him, and then she grabbed my car
	keys, and--

			KATE
	And you didn't tell her?

			LARRY
	She didn't give me a chance.

Kate pins him with her eyes.

			LARRY
	Well, you never know...
		(lamely)
	Maybe they'll hit it off...

EXT. DRIVEWAY OF THE LE SIRENUSE HOTEL - MOMENTS LATER

Kate is yanking Larry into a taxi.

			LARRY
	What do you mean we have to stop
	her before she does something
	crazy?

EXT. AMALFI DRIVE - DAY

Faith goes screeching around a curve.  A few beats later, the
TAXI follows.

							DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. STREETS OF ROME - DAY

Faith speeds through the tangled web of Roman traffic.  Kate
and Larry in close pursuit.

EXT. ROME AIRPORT - DAY

Faith screeches to a halt in the passenger loading zone.
Dashes inside.  Scans the DEPARTURE SCREEN for a flight to
BOSTON.  Finds it: AMERICAN AIRLINES, GATE NUMBER 7, "ON
TIME", at 5:00.  She checks her watch.  It's 4:57.  She starts
racing down the corridor.

INT. JET - DAY

Aboard the plane, Peter is settling into his seat.

INT. AIRPORT CORRIDOR - DAY

A vending machine.  SOMEBODY at it with his back to us pushes
the Butterfinger button.  The "SOLD OUT" light blinks on.
A FIST starts banging on machine.  Faith sprints by.
Oblivious.

INT. GATE 7 - DAY

Faith rushes to GATE #7.  Slaps something down on the desk
in front of the CLERK.

			FAITH
	Boarding pass.

Blows past him.  He sticks out an arm.

			CLERK
	I'm afraid you're too late, m'am.

She stops.  Breathing hard.  Uncomprehending.  He looks at
the pass.

			CLERK
	And this isn't for this airline,
	either.

Faith turns to the window to see the portable stairs once
again being pulled away from the cabin door.  Deja vu.  She
notices a side door.  Only this time there are MEN with
MACHINE GUNS standing guard directly outside it.  This, after
all, is Rome.

With her hands pressed plaintively against the glass, she
watches as the plane taxis away from the gate toward the
runway, to join the LINE-UP of other PLANES waiting for
take-off clearance.  This jet, which we'll call "Peter's" jet,
is fifth in line.

INT. AIRPORT TERMINAL ENTRANCE - DAY

Kate and Larry come barrelling in.

INT. AIRPORT GIFT SHOP - DAY

Faith is buying one of those little portable Igloo ICE CHESTS.
With an "I    Italy" logo.  And an enormous roll of MASKING
TAPE.

A JET takes off.  Peter's jet moves up a notch.  Three to go.

INT. GATE NUMBER 7 - DAY

CLOSE ON the ICE CHEST.  With a lot of tape wrapped around
it.  And large lettering, "MEDICAL EMERGENCY" "DO NOT OPEN."
And a little red cross.  It looks pretty tacky.

			O.S.
	A heart transplant?!

			FAITH
	That's right.  She's been waiting
	a long time.

The clerk picks up the ice chest, starts trying to examine
it.  Faith stops him.

			FAITH
	I'm afraid I can't let you do that.
	Hearts are very fragile.

Somebody else comes up.  A SECURITY GUARD.  He and the clerk
start conversing Italian.

OUT THE WINDOW --

Faith sees another jet take off.  Two to go.

INSIDE --

Faith is anxiously looking from one authority to the to other,
vainly trying to follow their conversation.  Finally the guard
turns to her,

			CARABINIERE
	Who are you?

			FAITH
	I'm the cardiologist.

The Clerk eyes the ice chest suspiciously.

			CLERK
	You didn't have that with you
	before.
		(to the guard,
		pointing to the
		chest)
	Prima non l'aveva con se.

			FAITH
	It was late in arriving.
		(with import)
	But it's here now.

			CARABINIERE
	Do you have any I.D.?

			FAITH
	Look, I've given you my credit
	card, my passport number.  I've
	paid for the flight.  Now, while
	you two sit here cross-examining
	me, someone's future is hanging
	in the balance.

OUT ON THE RUNWAY --

The last jet in front of Peter's is given clearance.  It races
down the runway and disappears into the sky.  And Peter's jet
taxis into position.  ENGINES REVVING furiously.

INSIDE --

A whole flock of AIRPORT PERSONNEL are now conferring.  A
crowd of other ONLOOKERS have gathered.  A few of them start
mumbling opinions.

			FAITH
	It's a heart, for godssakes.  You
	guys are Italian.  Don't you get
	it?  It's the greatest gift one
	human being can give another.  Are
	you telling me you're going to
	stand there and deny her the chance
	of a lifetime?

A GUY in the crowd with a "Dianetics" book in one hand and
a cigarette in the other, tosses in his two cents,

			ONLOOKER
	Let the nut go...

							CUT TO:

INT. JET - DAY

			PILOT
	Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm afraid
	we've got a temporary delay.  We
	have a medical emergency and are
	going to have to head back to the
	gate.

Passengers groan.  The engines wind down, and the plane taxis
off the runway, back toward the terminal.

EXT. RUNWAY - DAY

The portable stairs are being wheeled back toward the cabin
door.  Faith is waiting inside.  Triumphant.  When,

			LOUDSPEAKER
	Damon Bradley.  Signore Damon
	Bradley.  E pregato di recarsi
	all'ufficio informazione.

For a moment, for just a fraction of a second, she hesitates.

			LOUDSPEAKER
	Damon Bradley.  Mr. Damon Bradley,
	please meet your party at the
	information booth.

Then we see the decision has been made.  Ice chest in hand,
she strides confidently out the door toward the plane, without
a backward glance.

INT. AIRPORT INFORMATION BOOTH - DAY

Kate and Larry are waiting there.

			O.S.
	Larry Corbett?

Larry turns,

It's the smoker with the "Dianetics" volume.

			STRANGER
	I thought that was you.
		(he extends a hand)
	Damon Bradley.  Remember me?

He calls to a woman nearby,

			DAMON BRADLEY
	Honey...
		(to Larry)
	This is my wife, Arlene.
		(to her)
	Larry and I played in Little League
	together.

INT. JET - DAY

Faith walks up the steps and through the cabin door.  She
spots Peter seated about halfway back.  But he doesn't see
her.  He's staring blankly out the window.  She makes her way
to the open seat next to him.  He looks up.  Does a double
take.

			FAITH
	I brought you something.  Something
	I didn't want you to leave without.

She sits down.  Hands him the ice chest.  Puzzled, he opens
the cover.  Inside is a little chocolate heart.  He takes it
out, looks at it.

			PETER
	I was hoping for the real thing.

			FAITH
	I brought you that, too.

He looks at her.

			PETER
	You do know you're insane.

Beat.

			PETER
	I love that in a woman.

And the plane takes flight.  As we,

							FADE OUT
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