Runaway Bride (1999)

FADE IN

EXT. AN IMPOSSIBLE EXPANSE OF MARYLAND FARMLAND - DAY

The wind rustles the endless field of corn, blows over the
freshly mown meadow of soybeans, and magically sways a copse of
trees.

It's a Fall after-noon. A SUDDEN POUNDING OF GALLOPING HOOVES
breaks the peace and... A HORSE and RIDER burst between the rows
of corn into the meadow.  They are running for their lives.

CLOSE ON:

The rider is a bride -- a beautiful woman dressed in a
disheveled wedding gown, it's train tattered and flying like a
knight's banner out behind her. This is MAGGIE CARPENTER.

The horse is frothing and wild-eyed, like the bride, who turns
to look behind her in terror.  The horse's labored breathing
mingles with Maggie's panicked gasps.

We see a WEDDING BOUQUET fly into a ditch as the horse thunders
on.  Maggie clings to the reins.  She looks as though she is
running from the devil himself.

FADE TO BLACK

EXT. IKE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

Establishing.

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EXT. IKE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY - ESTABLISHING SHOT

EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DAY

			IKE (V.O.)
	Hey, Fisher, pick up.  I have some
	column ideas I want to bounce off you.
	Not there?  Okay.  Listen I'm thinking
	of writing about those mind-numbing
	informercials that are always on.

Ike walks out of his apartment building talking on cell phone.

			IKE (cont'd)
	What do you think?  Good idea, right?
	Boring, down to death, pointless -- It
	sucks.

Ike yells at a CONSTRUCTION WORKER.

			IKE (cont'd)
	If you guys are here any longer,
	they're gonna make you sign a lease.

			CONSTRUCTION WORKER
	Your column should be so funny.

Ike turns and walks down the street, talking into cell phone.

			IKE
	Okay, I was also thinking I might write
	about...

He spots a RICH LADY with tons of diamonds getting out of a
Limousine, talking to a CHAUFFEUR.  He goes up to her.

			IKE (cont'd)
	Excuse me.  I was thinking of doing an
	article on limousines.  What would you
	say to people who never had a chance to
	drive in a limo?

They walk up to her DOORMAN.

			LADY
	I'm sorry, I don't know any people like
	that.

Ike walks off.  They stare at him as he goes.

EXT. ANOTHER NEW YORK STREET - DAY

Ike's talking on the phone to his friend's machine again.

			IKE
		(into phone)
	Fisher?  Come on -- I know you're
	sitting there laughing at me.  Pick up.
	I want to run an idea past you.

Ike continues walking now in the full panic of writer's block.
He pleads into his friend's answering machine as he walks.

			IKE (cont'd)
		(into phone)
	I just could use someone to toss it
	back and forth with for a few minutes,
	get the juice flowing, help me.  I have
	an hour and twenty-seven minutes and
	fifty-two seconds.  Hello?

He walks away from the t-shirt table towards the bar.  The
Vendor calls out to him.

			T-SHIRT VENDOR
	Hey, Ike, when are you going to put me
	in an article?

			IKE
	When your t-shirts stop shrinking.

Ike enters the bar.  The Woman drops the shirt she was holding
and walks off with her children.  The T-shirt Vendor goes back
to selling his shirts.

INT. NEW YORK BAR - LATE DAY

Ike sits at the bar speaking to an attractive Woman nearby, a
MAN puts is USA Today on the bar and addresses the BARTENDER.

			    MAN
	I see photos of a lot of dead writers
	on these walls.  Got any living ones?
	I have a story to tell that could win
	one of them a Pulitzer.
		(then, with enthusiasm)
	Picture this, if you will.  A small
	town in Maryland, a sleepy little
	village, within that a hardware store...

The Man continues speaking as Ike and the woman continue their
conversation.

			WOMAN
	So what's in store for us in tomorrow's
	column?

			IKE
	I don't know yet.  I'm kind of a last-
	minute man.  Ideas don't flow until an
	hour or two before deadline.

The Woman gets up and begins throwing darts.

			WOMAN
		(interrupting)
	This is very interesting.  You get your
	ideas for your column from life.  You
	start up a conversation with a woman in
	a bar, attack her choice of reading
	material, try and get a rise out of her
	while you contemplate whether or not
	she's worth hitting on.

			IKE
	No, I can't hit on you until I get an
	idea.

She starts throwing darts.

			WOMAN
	That's flattering.

			IKE
	No, you don't understand.

The Woman goes to her bar stool, gathering her bag and leaves a
tip for the Bartender.

			WOMAN
	I think I do understand.  So my not
	responding to your baiting me will
	inspire one of those potential bitter
	diatribes you love to write about women
	and all the things we do to drive men
	crazy?

			IKE
		(taken aback)
	I don't write bitter diatribes about
	women... very often.

She whacks him with a newspaper, then shakes his hand.

			WOMAN
	Only when the ideas aren't flowing,
	huh?  Well, it was very nice to meet
	you, one-minute man.

The Woman leaves the bar.

			IKE
		(as she exits)
	That's last minute man.
		(then, louder)
	And it's the quality that counts.

			BARTENDER
	You know, for a good looking man, you
	strike out a lot.

			MAN
	I've seen much worse.

The phone rings.  Te Bartender answers it as Ike sits back on
his bar stool.  Ike grabs the woman's magazine that she left on
the bar and starts glancing at it.  The Man at the bar has heard
the whole thing.

			MAN (cont'd)
	I said, I've seen much worse.

Ike looks at the Man with reservation.  The Man is George
Swilling.

			IKE
	Excuse me?

			MAN
	The brush-off.

Ike gets up and moves to the dart board.  He removes the darts.

			MAN (cont'd)
	I've witnessed far more treacherous and
	nefarious exits than that.  At least
	she castigated you in private.

			IKE
	Not as private as I thought.

Ike turns slightly, giving the man his back.

			IKE (cont'd)
	Kevin, you've got some napkins?

			BARTENDER
	Writing or wiping?

			IKE
	Give me a pen.

The Bartender gives him cocktail napkins and a pen.  Ike starts
making notes.  Ike looks up from his writing.  The Man gets up
and starts throwing darts.

			MAN
		(throwing darts hard)
	Ah, come on.  They deserve it.  They
	love you, they hate you, they're hot,
	they're cold, they're high, they're
	low...

			IKE
	... They're up, they're down.  It's
	really fun making this list with you,
	but I've got a column to go write.

			BARTENDER
	Ike.

			MAN
		(undeterred)
	But you don't have a really superb idea!
	Well, there's a girl from my hometown
	you could write about.

Ike moves to the Bartender and pays him.

			BARTENDER
		(to Man)
	Excuse me, we don't need any new ideas.

			MAN
	She likes to dump grooms right at the
	altar.  They call her "The Runaway
	Bride".

Both Ike and Bartender turn and stare.

			MAN
	She performed the travesty seven or
	eight times.  Right at the altar she
	turns around and runs like hell.
	Bolts.

Ike turns and heads for the door.  The Man calls after him,
getting up from his stool without stopping his enthusiastic
story.

			MAN (cont'd)
	Adios.  Plows down the aisle, knocking
	old ladies out of her way like the
	running of the bulls at Pamplona.  And
	guess what?

			IKE
	I give up.

			MAN
	She has the next victim all lined up.
	She's twirling another body on the
	spit.

Ike stops in his tracks.  He turns back around in spite of
himself.

			MAN
		(beginning his story)
	Imagine if you will, a small town in
	Maryland...

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INT. IKE'S APARTMENT - DUSK

Ike sits at his computer, cassette player with Miles Davis PLAYS
next to him as he types away reading his handiwork to himself.

			IKE
		(reading)
	"Today is a day of profound
	introspection, I have been accused
	of using this column to direct bitter
	diatribes at the opposite sex!  This
	uncomfortable accusation has plunged me
	into at least fifteen minutes of
	serious reflection, from which I have
	emerged with the conclusion that, yes
	-- I traffic in female stereotypes."

EXT. USA TODAY OFFICE - DAY

FISHER walks through the main office reading the paper.

			FISHER
	"But how can one blame me when every
	time I step out my front door I meet
	fresh proof that the female archetypes
	are alive and well?  Te mother, the
	virgin, the whore, the crone; they're
	elbowing you in the subway, stealing
	your cabs, and overwhelming you with
	perfume in elevators."

INT. USA TODAY OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Elaine at her desk reads aloud to herself.

			ELAINE
	"But perhaps, in fairness to the fairer
	sex, I do need to broaden my horizon
	and add some new goddesses to the
	pantheon: I would like to nominate for
	deity..."

Fisher hands a file to Elaine.

			FISHER
	"... The cheerleader, the coed, and the
	man-eater, the last of which concerns me
	most today."

Fisher leaves and we hold a USA Today sign.

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INT. NEW YORK BAR - DAY

The Man comes out of the men's room reading the USA Today,
Kevin, the Bartender, stands on the bar reading the same
article.

			MAN
		(reads)
	"To be fair, the man-eater isn't
	exactly new.  In Ancient Greece, this
	fearsome female was known as Erinys,
	the devouring death goddess.  In India,
	she is Kali, who likes to devour her
	boyfriend Shiva's entrails while her
	yoni devour his -- dot dot dot, never
	mind.  In Indonesia, the bloody-jawed
	man-eater is called Ragma..."

Te Man sits at the bar near to the Bartender.

			BARTENDER
	You noticed these are all countries
	without cable.
		(then, continues
		 reading)
	"... And in Hale, Maryland where she
	helps run the family hardware store.
	She is known as Miss Maggie Carpenter
	..."
		(mispronounces)
	".... AKA, the Runaway Bride."

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EXT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCK - DAY

WORKERS read the above article.

INT./EXT. BEAUTY PARLOR / HALE, MARYLAND - DAY

PEGGY and MRS. PRESSMAN exit the parlor and stroll down the
street. (lowers her paper and reads.)

			PEGGY (cont'd)
	"... And in Hale, Maryland where she
	helps run the family hardware store."
		(to the Women)
	We have to go to Maggie.  Cindy, mind
	the shop.
		(exits salon;
		 continues reading)
	"... She is known as Miss Maggie
	Carpenter, AKA, the Runaway Bride."

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	Holy moly.

The older one, Mrs. Pressman, listens with a pained expression
as the younger one, Peggy, continues to read the column aloud.
Neither one can believe what they're reading.

			PEGGY
		(reads)
	"What is unusual about Miss Carpenter
	is that she likes to dress her men up
	as grooms before she devours them.  She
	has already disemboweled six in a row
	by leaving them at the altar."... I
	can't ready anymore.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
		(takes paper from
		 her, reads)
	"And her ritual feast continues as she
	prepares to make a sacrifice out of the
	seventh fiance.  So all bets are on and
	we hope that this boomerang bride isn't
	honeymooning with Las Vegas odds makers
	because many predict that this girl is
	out of there before the race... before
	the rice hits the ground"
		(then)
	Holy moly.

Peggy and Mrs. Pressman step into a hardware store.

INT. HARDWARE STORE - CONTINUOUS

Peggy and Mrs. Pressman enter, worried.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	You tell Maggie.

			PEGGY
	No, you tell her.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	No, no.  You're her best friend.

			PEGGY
	No.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
		(holding her
		 newspaper)
	You know, it's just possible that she
	hasn't read this yet.

			PEGGY
	Yeah.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	Maybe she hasn't read the paper...

On the counter, they see a copy of USA Today opened to the
article about Maggie.

			MRS. PRESSMAN (cont'd)
	... Or not!

We follow MAGGIE down the back stairs inside The Hale Hardware
Store, the prettiest, most welcoming shop of its kind anywhere
in small town USA.  Somehow the place ha taken on the spirit of
the owner's daughter; both stop and shop-girl radiate brightness,
charm, and possibility.  Maggie comes down steps with a faucet
handle and goes to an elderly customer, MR. PAXTON.

			MAGGIE
		(bright)
	Here we go!  One antique hot water
	handle with the "HOT" still on it,
	guaranteed to fit any American Standard
	cast iron tub with a four-inch center
	made between 1924 and 1938.  In other
	words, I think you're out of the
	doghouse with Mrs. Paxton.

			MR. PAXTON
		(amazed)
	Hallelujah.

			MAGGIE
	Alright, Mr. Paxton, I'll put it on
	your account.

Maggie rounds the bend, another customer, EARL, stands by the
paint machine.

			EARL
	Maggie.

			MAGGIE
		(walking past customer)
	You don't need an air conditioner, Earl,
	you just need an attic fan -- There's
	more in the back.

Maggie steps behind the front counter of the store and takes the
account book out.  Her voice trails off as she sees the dour
expression on the faces of her friends.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	What?

Peggy nervously mentions the newspaper.

			PEGGY
		(delicate)
	So -- Mag -- you've seen this, huh?

			MAGGIE
		(serious)
	Yes, I've seen it.  And I have to say
	it's the rudest and most offensive...
	joke anybody's ever played on me!

To their amazement, Maggie starts smiling.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	You guys!  How long did this take you?

Maggie stays amused.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	Where'd you get this done?
		(laughing)
	You creeps!  I should disinvite you!
	And why did you say seven times?  This
	is four.

			PEGGY
	Uh, Maggie, you told us to bachelorette
	jokes, so we didn't...

Maggie looks at the stricken face of her friends.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	Holy moly.

Peggy looks like she is going to cry with sympathy for Maggie.
Maggie is starting to feel uncomfortable.  She looks down,
dubiously, at the paper.

			MAGGIE
	Um, you know, now would be a good
	moment to tell me this is fake.
		(no response)
	It won't be funny if you drag it out.
	Okay?
		(no response)
	Okay, well... I mean, I can find out...
	Real newspapers smear.  Phoney papers
	don't.

She picks up the paper and brushes it against her apron, leaving
an INK SMEAR!!

She nearly kneels over.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
		(sitting)
	Bag.

Peggy and Mrs. Pressman immediately spring to her side.  They
give her a bag to breathe in.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	Bag.

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INT. MAGGIE'S WORKOUT ROOM/GYM - NIGHT

We see Maggie kickboxing in anger.  The radio is on.  She
suddenly stops, yanks Ike's article off the wall, leaves her
workout area and goes to her desk.

ANGLE ON DESK AREA:

She turns off the radio and begins to type her letter.

			MAGGIE (V.O.)
		"Dear Editor..."

EXT. MANHATTAN - DAY - ESTABLISHING SHOT

As Maggie's VOICE-OVER continues to read her letter, we take in
a Manhattan busy day.  It is big, loud, and anonymous.

			MAGGIE (V.O.; cont'd)
	"Greeting from the sticks!  Perhaps you
	believe that a rural education is
	focused mainly on hog calling and
	tractor maintenance rather than reading.
	Why else would you print a piece of
	fiction about me and call it fact?"

Te CAMERA FINDS Ike, striding across a busy street, dodging
taxies.  A WOMAN smacks him with a newspaper.  He passes a WOMAN
TRAFFIC OFFICER, then a hot dog stand.  He greets and passes a
FALAFEL VENDOR.  THE CAMERA PANS to a USA Today Truck.

			MAGGIE (V.O.; cont'd)
	"I suppose Mr. Graham was too busy
	thinking us slanderous statements about
	how I dump men for kicks to bother with
	something silly like accuracy in
	reporting.  Which is understandable,
	because with a "man-eater" like me on
	the loose, who has time to check facts?"

EXT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCKS - CONTINUOUS

He passes regular GUYS who cheer him.

			MAGGIE (V.O.; cont'd)
	"Still, we cannibalistic queens can get
	pretty cranky when we see things in
	print that hurt our feelings, like that
	we deliberately abandon fiances with
	malice aforethought."

INT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCKS - CONTINUOUS

He enters the newspaper building, going to Ellie's office.

INT. USA TODAY OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

He walks through the crowded city room.  His arrival attracts a
lot of attention from his CO-WORKERS.  Ike seems a little
surprised, but he's pleased.

			MAGGIE (V.O.; cont'd)
	"That's why I was surprised to find Mr.
	Graham's editor was a woman. Call me a
	sentimental fool, but I sort of hoped
	we man-eater could stick together."

Ike works his way down the hall to the editor's office.  CHUFFA
Ike greets various workers.  He steps up to the editor's
secretary, ELAINE.  She doesn't smile.

			IKE
		(to Elaine)
	I'll put in a good word for you.

			ELAINE
	No, no, don't mention my name in there.

			IKE
	Why?

A buzz.

			ELAINE
	You can go in now.

Ike goes into Ellie's office.  Elaine picks up her phone.

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INT. ELLIE'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

ELLIE is that editor.  Stylish and successful looking, she's
about Ike's age.  Ellie sits behind a big desk with a scowl on
her pretty face.  Her casual-looking husband, Fisher, sits
nonchalantly on the arm of the couch.  Ike enters as Ellie reads
Maggie's letter.

			ELLIE
		(reading letter)
	"Anyway, I'm just dropping you big city
	folk this little note to say that I have
	thought of a ritual sacrifice that would
	satisfy my current appetite: Ike
	Graham's column on a platter.  Yours
	truly, Maggie Carpenter.  P.S. -- I
	have inclosed a list of the gross
	factual misrepresentations in your
	article.  There are fifteen."

Ike sits as Ellie puts the letter down and takes off her glasses.

			IKE
		(chuckles as he sits)
	Fully.  I like her.  She has wit.

			ELLIE
	I left four messages.  You don't return
	my calls.

			IKE
	So?  I never returned your calls, even
	when we were married.  And what's
	Fisher doing here anyway?

Fisher gets and places a photo of the cat on a bookshelf on his
way to the other side of the room.

			FISHER
	Ellie asked me to come down to offer
	moral support.

			IKE
	Since when does Ellie need moral supp--

			ELLIE
	-- It's for you, Ike.

			IKE
	What?

			ELLIE
	Journalism lesson number one.  If you
	fabricate your facts, you get fired.

Ellie pushes USA Today lawyer's letter across the desk for him
to read.  Ike picks it up and skims the letter.  His face is as
impassive as stone.

			IKE
	Lesson number two.  Never work for your
	former spouse.

			ELLIE
	That's not nothing to do with it.  You
	cooked this story up and you know it.

			IKE
	I didn't cook up a story.  I had a
	source.

			ELLIE
	Someone reliable, I'm sure.  A booze-
	hound in a bar?

			FISHER
	In vino veritas.

			IKE
	Don't knock drunk guys in bars.  Drunk
	guys in bars are good.  It means
	they're not driving.

Ike gets up and stands near Ellie, making his point.

			IKE (cont'd)
	Besides, I'm a columnist.  This is what
	columnists are supposed to do.  This is
	what you like.  We push, we stretch, we
	go out on a limo.  That's what makes me
	good!

			ELLIE
	No, that's what makes you unemployed.

			IKE
	I merely write the stuff.  You're the
	one that serves it up.

Ike puts down the letter and puts his glasses back into his
pocket.

			ELLIE
	Not anymore.  I have to draw the line.
		(pushing a piece
		 of paper)
	She sent us this list.  Our lawyers say
	it's actionable.

Ellie hands Ike Maggie's list.

			IKE
		(scoffs)
	Lawyers.
		(glances at list)
	I don't know, Ellie -- Firing me is
	going to be very tough on you.  It's
	going to be hard to get over.  There
	will be therapy bills for you.

			ELLIE
		(shrugs)
	I already made an appointment for later
	today.

			IKE
		(putting the list
		 down, standing)
	See?  You want custody of my job? ...
	Why not just consider my wrist slapped
	and call me when you feel I've served
	my time?

			ELLIE
	I'm sorry, Ike.  This is permanent.

Fisher winces and looks away.  Ike and Ellie look at each other
for a sober moment.

			ELLIE (V.O.; cont'd)
	If you go quietly, I'll get you
	severance pay.

Ellie fidgets with her toy rake, then Ike heads for the door.
He laughs a little at the painful truth of her words and walks
out.  Ellie collapses back in her chair.  Fisher goes to her and
rubs her shoulders.

EXT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCK - DAY

Ike rides sadly on the back of a forklift, gets off and walks
out.

EXT. HALE RESIDENTIAL STREET - ANOTHER MORNING

ANGLE ON MAGGIE'S HOUSE:

A train goes by.  A modest clapboard house with a porch.  Two
entrances.  A PAPERBOY tosses a paper onto the lawn in front of
the house.  The front door opens and Maggie appears fresh out of
bed, wearing only a jacket and panties.  Heedless of being seen
this way, she scampers out to the sidewalk to pick up her
delivered paper:  USA Today.  She tears off the plastic bag and
rips into it, looking for her letter.  She finds it.  A smile on
her face, then she scampers back into the house.

INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - THAT MOMENT

Maggie skips back into her house which she shares with Father
and Grandma.  A cozy and eclectic place creatively furnished on
a shoe-string.  She rushes into:  KITCHEN WHERE BOB KELLY,
fiance #4, is packing cans into a backpack.  Bob, 38, has a
pleasant face and a body that is almost shockingly buff.  He's
wearing a T-shirt that reads: "Mountaineers Do It Against the
Wall.", Maggie dances over, waving the paper and singing.

			MAGGIE
	She canned him, she canned him...

Bob test the weight of the backpack adding dehydrate food.

			BOB
	Come here, Mag, and try this on.

Maggie puts the paper on the kitchen counter and starts to read
aloud, paying no mind to Bob, who is sticking her arms through
the straps of the backpack.

			MAGGIE
	Listen: "Dear Ms. Carpenter, I
	apologize to you for this unfortunate
	matter.  Ike Graham's column will no
	longer be appearing in this paper.
	Best of luck in you upcoming marriage!"

Bob continues to hold up the weight of the backpack as he straps
it onto Maggie's shoulders.

			BOB
	That-a-girl!  You sacked him.
		(checking pack)
	This is the weight of the pack you're
	going to have to carry in the Himalayas.
	Tell me if it's too heavy.

Bob lets go and Maggie FALLS BACKWARD, disappearing behind the
counter, and hitting the floor, with a THUD.  Bob looks down at
her.  Maggie's voice rises from the floor behind the counter.

			MAGGIE (o.s.)
	It's a little... It's a little heavy...
	Help me, baby.

Bob has no answer.  He reaches a hand down.  He yelps as Maggie
pulls him down on top of her, out of frame.  We HEAR them giggle
and kiss.

INT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCK - ANOTHER DAY

Fisher uses the dock for a photo shoot featuring men and women
in evening and formal wear from Escada for G.Q.  Fisher is not
actually shooting the camera, but rather supervising it.
Fisher claps his hands and calls the models to attention.  Then
he goes onto the stage and sets the models in their positions.

			FISHER (cont'd)
	Remember, we are putting the "fun" back
	into formal.
		(to Ike)
	I just say that for the agency guys.  I
	don't even know what that means.  Now
	follow me.

INT. USA TODAY OBSERVATION ROOM - DAY

Elevator doors open.  Ike and Fisher exit and walk towards the
coffee table.

			FISHER
	Ike, I really liked the Runaway Bride
	piece, and since I do freelance stuff
	for G.Q., I'm in a different position
	now...

			IKE
	What are you trying to say to me, Fish?

They stop walking.

			FISHER
	Vindication.  How would you like to get
	some?  A chance to prove that, though
	your facts weren't entirely straight,
	your theory was correct.

			IKE
		(hiding his hope)
	The real story on Miss Carpenter.

			FISHER
	All the gory details.

They start walking again.

			IKE
		(excited)
	The anatomy of the black widow spider
	of Maryland.

			FISHER
	It wouldn't be a bad way to get you
	back into writing feature pieces
	again.

			IKE
		(enthusiastically)
	This is good.  It is a good story,
	Fish.

They stop at the coffee table and grab something to eat.

			FISHER
		(nods)
	If she runs, then it's a cover story.
	All true.  All accurate.

			IKE
		(confesses)
	Okay, you were right.  I hated my
	column, but I can do this assignment.

			FISHER
	Then you've got it.  If you leave
	tomorrow for the hinterlands, you'll
	have plenty of time before her next
	wedding trot.

			IKE
	"Paid vindication"  That's what I call
	justice.

			FISHER
	Justice, yes.  Paid, I don't know.
	They like the idea, but my hands are
	tied with budget restraints.

			IKE
	But I'll get my normal fee, right?

He walks away.

			IKE
	You want me to do it on spec?!

He follows him.

						CUT TO:

EXT. MARYLAND HIGHWAY - DAY

We see Ike driving down the highway.  The car sputters a little
as he and Fisher continue their conversation in voice-over. (If
needed by the editor.)

			FISHER (V.O.)
	Don't say "spec" like it's a dirty word.
	Nobody ever paid Shakespeare to write a
	play!  Plato never got a book advance...

			IKE (V.O.)
	Oh yeah!  I happen to know from
	reliable sources that Nietzche got
	expenses and a rental car.

We hear Fisher laugh.

			IKE (V.O.; cont'd)
	I'm going to make this work, Fish.  I'm
	going to do it!

Ike's car drives into Hale, passing a billboard reading,
"Welcome to Hale."

						CUT TO:

EXT. HALE STREET - DAY

Ike drives down picturesque Main Street.  He passes Hale
Hardware.  Sign says: "At Curl.  Be back soon."

EXT. ATLANTIC HOTEL - DAY

A BARBERSHOP QUARTET is singing in front of the only hotel in
town.  Ike pulls up and goes inside.

INT. LOBBY/ATLANTIC HOTEL - DAY

Ike has checked into the Atlantic Hotel.  The clerk, LEE, hands
him his key.  Ike asks about room service and the restaurant.
An OLDER WOMAN asks him if he plays bridge as he goes up the
stairs to his room.

EXT. HALE MAIN STREET - DAY

Ike exits his hotel as the Barber Shop Quartet finishes singing
"Camptown Races."

He now walks down the charming main artery of the town, looking
exactly like what he is:  a cynical New York out of his element
on sunny Main Street, USA.  KIDS ride by on bikes, streaming
balloons behind them.  A balloon hits Ike on the face.  As he
crosses the street, he mutters into his tape recorder:

			IKE
	I think I'm in Maryberry.

Flags hang on all the storefronts and the place sparkles with
wholesome attitudes as PEOPLE greet each other familiarly.  Ike
comes to beauty parlor called "Curl Up and Dye".  The place is
doing business and crowded with WOMEN.

INT. BEAUTY PARLOR - DAY

Cindy, the manicurist, does Mrs. Pressman's nails.  Maggie sits
on the floor next to Peggy's salon chair, fixing the base of a
barber chair.  She tightens a screw and looks up, satisfied.
Cindy's dog is on the floor near Maggie.

			MAGGIE
	Cindy, you better 86 Sprout.  He seems
	to be enjoying the petroleum
	distillates.

Cindy rolls over in her chair, picks up her dog and rolls back
to her station.

			CINDY
	That's it.  Back to obedience school.

			MAGGIE
		(to Peggy)
	Okay -- have a seat... gently,
	carefully.

Peggy sits in the chair.  Maggie spins her around and around.

			PEGGY
		(delighted as
		 she spins)
	You're a goddess!

			MAGGIE
	I didn't even need to change this
	gasket, just put in a little hydraulic
	fluid.

			PEGGY
	Stop it.  When you talk like that, I
	get turned on and it frightens me.

JUST THEN.  Ike enters the salon, taking off his sunglasses.
Peggy hops off the chair.

			IKE
	Hello.  I'm looking for Maggie
	Carpenter.  There was a sign at the
	hardware store across the street...

			PEGGY
	Are you a reporter?

It's a little early in the game for Ike to be thrown off guard.

			IKE
		(shocked)
	What?

			PEGGY
		(eyeing his loafers)
	It's been our experience that anyone
	with some sort of gewgaw on his loafers
	ends up being another big city reporter
	wanting to interview Maggie.

			IKE
	About her upcoming wedding and all.

			PEGGY
	No, about her getting that asshole from
	New York fired.

Ike smiles down at his loafers and shrugs.

			IKE
	I am just such a reporter.  And you are?

			PEGGY
	Peggy Phleming.  Not the ice skater.

Peggy steps aside.  Ike moves toward Cindy and Mrs. Pressman.

			IKE
	And who are these lovely ladies?

Te ladies shake his hand and introduce themselves.

			CINDY
	Cindy.  Maggie's unmarried cousin.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	Mrs. Pressman.  No relation.

			PEGGY
	And you are?

			IKE
		(turning toward her)
	Looking for Maggie.

			PEGGY
	Yep.  Maggie -- Someone to see you.

Maggie looks over from her sitting position on the floor.  She
gives Ike the once-over, focusing on the shoes.

			MAGGIE
		(yelling to Peggy)
	Reporter?

			PEGGY
	Yup!

Ike crouches to see Maggie on the floor just as she rises to her
feet.  Ike straightens up.  For a moment, he is thrown by her
beauty and intelligent eyes.

			MAGGIE
	I hope you have a different angle.
	It's pretty much all been covered.

			IKE
	Originality is my speciality.

			MAGGIE
	Excellent.

			PEGGY
	Hold on -- Nobody interviews Maggie in
	here unless they're getting haircut.

			MAGGIE
	She's the boss.

			IKE
	Sorry, no.  I just got one.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
		(to Ike)
	Excuse me, sir.  I have an actual fact
	for you.

			IKE
		(steps to Mrs. Pressman)
	Yes, Mrs. Pressman.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	It's her fourth time to the altar, you
	know.  Not seven like they said.

			IKE
	I know.  Tell me something.  Do you
	think she's going to make it all the
	way this time?

During the Ike/Mrs. Pressman exchange, Maggie looks at Ike.
There's something familiar about him.  She looks over at Peggy
and beckons her to a copy of Ike's column affixed to a mirror.
A goatee and horns, have been scrawled on Ike's byline picture.
He's been "devilized".  Peggy coughs as she recognizes Ike in
the newspaper clipping.

			MAGGIE
	She swallowed her gun.

Mrs. Pressman continues her story to Ike.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	I'm not sure.  Mr. Schullian runs the
	newsstand, he's our local bookie, you
	know, he's giving eight to one odds she
	won't.  He says she's so famous now,
	maybe Vegas will give odds on her.  I'm
	going to wait to hear what the pros say.

			IKE
	Good fact.  Well, you let me know.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	Oh, I will.

ANGLE ON:

Maggie indicates column to Peggy.  She looks over at the part of
the shop used to wash and dye hair.  There's a sink, stool and a
cabinet affixed to the wall above sink, which holds various
shampoos and hair dyes.  Maggie gets an idea.  Maggie and Peggy
step forward toward Ike.

			MAGGIE
	Well, instead of a haircut, how about
	a wash?  You know, get all that city
	grit out of it.

			IKE
	You'll answer my questions?

Maggie nods affirmatively.

			IKE (cont'd)
		(removing his jacket)
	Fine.  You wash, I'll ask the
	questions.

			PEGGY
	Great.

Ike hands Peggy his jacket.  A mystified Peggy leads Ike to the
sink.  While she does this...

			MAGGIE
	Have a seat.  Peggy, why don't you give
	him the special treatment that
	strengthens the follicles.

Ike sits in the chair near the sink.  Maggie shakes out a smock
and puts it around Ike.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	So, what do you want to know?

Ike leans and rests his head on the sink.  Peggy bends over him
and wets his hair.  She grabs various hair coloring products.

			IKE
	Getting nervous?

			MAGGIE
	Nervous?  Not at all!  No.  I've never
	been more certain in my life.  Except
	-- I am having all kinds of weird
	dreams.

Ike pulls the cloth down from over his face.

			IKE
	Weird dreams?  You're going to tell me
	about them?

			MAGGIE
	Yes.

			PEGGY
		(calming)
	Let's just put this back here for the
	aromatherapy.

Peggy recovers his face, then continues to fuss with the hair
coloring products.  Maggie helps.

INT. BEAUTY PARLOR - LATER

Ike sits with a towel over his head as Peggy blow-dries the back
of his head.  His back is to the mirror, his body faces Maggie.
Cindy does her own nails as Mrs. Pressman scratches off lottery
tickets.  The dog, Sprout, sits in is basket.

			MAGGIE
	In another one...

PETE, wearing a hat, comes in the front door of the salon.

			PEGGY
	Hey, Pete, I'll be right with you.

Ike peeks out from under his towel as Maggie continues.

			MAGGIE
	I'm inside the church.  Everyone I know
	is there, only they're not really them.
	They're like Frankenstein monsters, but
	without the bolts coming out of their
	necks.  It's all very "Night of the
	Living Dead".  And here's the creepiest
	part -- I look down at my dress and
	it's red.  I mean, I have no idea what
	it means.  Red's not my color!

Ike listens intently and stares steadily into her eyes.  Peggy
removes the towel.  His hair is divided into equal parts and
dyed orange and red.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	So what do you think?

Ike stares back at her, the tickle of suspicion creeping up his
spine.

			IKE
	I think you'd look good in red.

			PEGGY
	No, she's talking about your hair.

Maggie swivels his chair so that Ike faces the mirror.  Ike
looks at his brightly colored hair.

			MAGGIE
	You're all ready for football season,
	Mr. Graham.

Ike stares at his hair in total confusion.  With icy calm, Ike
rises from his chair and primps the end of his hair as if giving
it the finishing touches.  Then he sees his defaced newspaper
clipping and all becomes clear.  He picks up the article and
shows it to everyone.  Ike does a slow burn.

			IKE
	Yes, I think I nailed the personality
	profile of the women of Hale.

Ike turns and puts the clipping up on the mirror.

			IKE (cont'd)
		(to Peggy)
	My jacket, please.

Peggy hands him his jacket.

			IKE (cont'd)
		(sarcastically)
	Thank you.

Ike moves toward the door.  He spots Pete.

			IKE (cont'd)
		(putting on jacket;
		 to Pete)
	Excuse me, Pete, do you know a place
	that sells shampoo... Strong shampoo?

		PETE
	Doc's Pharmacy.  Third and Elm.  Tell
	him Pete sent you.  Want my hat?

			IKE
	No thanks.

Ike smiles at Maggie and exits.

			MAGGIE
		(to Peggy)
	He seems crabby.

						CUT TO:

EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY

In front of beauty salon, Maggie follows Ike out.

			MAGGIE
	If you're looking for Elm Street, it's
	that way.

She puts on her sunglasses.

			IKE
	Thank you.

He walks the other way.

			MAGGIE
	If you came down here in the pursuit of
	happiness, you might as well go back.
	Because you can't make me feel bad.

She stops walking and turns to Ike.

			IKE
	I'm not here to make you feel bad.  I'm
	here for vindication.  In my heart...

			MAGGIE
	You have one?

Ike walks back to Maggie.

			IKE
	I feel I'm right about you.  You got me
	fired, lady.  You destroyed my
	reputation and you screwed up my hair.
	You chew men up, spit them out and
	loved it.  And I'm down here to satisfy
	myself on that point.

PASSERSBY stare at Ike's hair and giggle.

			MAGGIE
	Did something happen to make you care
	about reality?

			IKE
	Yes.  Conviction.  Conviction that I'm
	onto the truth.  You're going to do the
	same thing to "poor bastard number four"
	that you did to the last three.  You're
	going to run again.  And I'm not
	leaving until you do.

			MAGGIE
	You're going to be very disappointed.

			IKE
	We'll see.

			MAGGIE
	I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got
	to get back to work.  I still have my
	job.

He stares at her for a beat, stung by her words.

			MAGGIE
	I have nothing to hide, Mr. Graham.
	Talk to whoever you want.  You might
	actually stumble upon a fact or two.

Maggie walks away.  Ike walks a few steps and stops at a KID on
a bike.

			IKE
	Hey, kid, I'll give you ten bucks for
	your hat.

Kid agrees.  Ike puts the hat on and starts to cross the street.
An OLD WOMAN walks by and hits him with a newspaper.  Ike is
stunned.

EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DUSK

Maggie pulls into the driveway in her truck.  She's in a fine
mood as she walks right in the house.

INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DUSK

Bob, Walter, and Maggie's GRANDMOTHER JULIA sit in the living
room.  Grandma is sewing one of Maggie's wedding veils.  Walter
drinks wine, Ike wears a hat.

			WALTER
	You know, when I only see one dog, I
	know I've had too much to drink.

Te family dog, Skipper, sits near a ceramic dog table.  Maggie
smiles as she walks in the front door and puts down her tool box
and bag.

			MAGGIE
	You'll never guess who came crawling
	into town with his tail between his
	legs.

			IKE (o.s.)
	Who?

Maggie enters the parlor to see Ike smiling evilly from his seat
on the couch.

			IKE (cont'd)
		(innocently)
	Hello, Maggie.  I just came by to
	apologize to your family.
		(looks to Walter)
	When I'm wrong, I'm wrong.  I pushed a
	story.  I made a mistake.

			WALTER
	In other words -- he's only human.  An
	he brought us a bottle of wine.

Raises the bottle to Maggie.

			IKE
	They made me put my hat back on.

			WALTER
	Oh, yeah.  Scared the hell out of
	Skipper.

			MAGGIE
	You've got to be kidding me.

Maggie stares at them both.

			BOB
		(enjoying the moment)
	No, no, you should have seen Skipper.
		(then, imitates
		 growling)
	It wasn't that funny.

Maggie gives him a look that says, "You are not absolved."  She
smiles stiffly, looking back at Ike.  She then sits on the arm
of Bob's chair and puts her arm on his shoulder.

			MAGGIE
	So, the forces of good and evil have
	already met.

Maggie takes the wine bottle from the table next to Walter.  She
snaps a look to Bob, who follows her.

			BOB
	I'll help you take into the kitchen.

			GRANDMA JULIA
	Check on the crabs, Bob.

We overhear them murmuring in annoyed tones about the wedding
plans as they exit... Walter puts down his drink.

			IKE
	Gee, I hope they don't have a fight out
	there.  You don't think they'll call it
	off...?

			WALTER
	Well, wedding cake freezes.  This we
	know.

			IKE
	You know, your daughter seems...

Ike notices that he's been sewn to the veil.

			GRANDMA JULIA
	Sorry.

			IKE
	That's okay, Grandma.

Grandma cuts the thread and separates the veil from Ike's sleeve.

			IKE (cont'd)
		(continuing his thought)
	... Like such a lovely girl.

Walter points to a portrait painting on the wall.

			WALTER
	Like her mother.

			IKE
		(seeing the portrait)
	Ah, beautiful.
		(gets up to admire
		 the portrait)
	I just can't see her leaving multiple
	grooms in the dust like that.

			GRANDMA JULIA
	Oh, yes, you can.  She's has 'em all on
	tape.

			IKE
	She has a tape?

			WALTER
		(good-natured)
	Yeah.  Lee at the hotel videos wedding.
	I mean Maggie didn't know she was going
	to make the hundred-yard dash.

Walter gestures to a pile of video cassettes on the bookcase.
Ike checks on the tapes.

			IKE
	Dad's fishing trip, Grandma's knee
	operation, Grandma's birthday...

			WALTER
	Gotta tell you this about my daughter.
	My daughter makes real good time, even
	in a long dress and heels.  Maggie may
	not be Hale's longest running joke, but
	she certainly is the fastest.

Walter cracks up.

			GRANDMA JULIA
		(sarcastically)
	Ha ha.

CLOSE ON:  A tape.  It reads: "Maggie I, II, III."  Ike's
interest is more than piqued.  Ike picks it up.  They get up and
go to the dining room.

						DISSOLVE TO:

INT. DINNING ROOM/MAGGIE'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The family dog, Skipper, steals food from the table.  Walter
scolds him.  Walter whacks his crab with his hammer and Ike
copies him.

			WALTER (cont'd)
	Emma and I were only blessed with one
	child, not for lacking of trying.

			MAGGIE
	This is good, Dad, don't leave anything
	out.

Ike's hammer flies out of his hand.  He goes to pick it up.

			WALTER
	So I've come to see it as a bonus,
	really, that we've been able to plan,
	and pay for, so many weddings.

			MAGGIE
	Not this one.  This one's on me.

Walter reacts.

			IKE
	That's fair.

			MAGGIE
	Despite what you think, I don't do it
	on purpose.  And I have no intention of
	doing it again.

			BOB
	That's right, Maggie.  Just keep your
	eye on the ball.

Ike raises his eyebrows in question.  Bob explains.

			BOB (cont'd)
	Sports psychology.  It was my major in
	college.

			IKE
	Ahh.

			BOB
		(false modesty)
	I'm the town's unofficial fitness
	trainer.  Big advocate of the mind and
	body combining for success.  You could
	say or you can quote me, I'm a glass
	half full king of guy.

			MAGGIE
		(boasting)
	Bob's the head of the P.E. department
	at the high school.  And he coaches the
	football team.  And he's climbed
	Everest.

To Maggie's satisfaction, Ike shoots Bob a look of begrudging
respect.  Nobody who's been up Everest is a total clown.

			IKE
		(impressed)
	Everest.  Is that right?

			MAGGIE
	Twice...

			IKE
	Really?

			MAGGIE
		(sticking it to Ike)
	Without oxygen...

			BOB
	My girl likes to brag about me.

Bob and Maggie kiss Ike two little love-birds.

			BOB (cont'd)
	I'm taking her trekking on Annapurna on
	our honeymoon.

Ike is highly amused.

			IKE
	How romantic.

			MAGGIE
		(sharply)
	We think so.

			IKE
	Nothing like sharing your nuptial bed
	with two Sherpas and a yak.

Walter cracks up, Maggie shoots Ike a look.  He smiles back.

						CUT TO:

INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM/INT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S BEDROOM (NYC)

INTERCUT TELEPHONE CONVERSATION

Fisher and Ellie are exercising.  Fisher is on a cycle machine.
Ellie does yoga stretches.  Ike sits back on the couch, puts on
his glasses and watches a video taped wedding playing on the TV
screen.  Superimposed titles read "Brian Norris wedding."

			IKE
		(to Fisher; into phone)
	You won't believe what I'm looking at,
	Fisher.  A videotape of all three train
	wrecks.

THE TV - CLOSE

Two flower girls and Peggy enter a crowded church where the
groom, Brian, and his best man wait at the altar.

Now we see Maggie come down the aisle, then walk past the altar.
We see Maggie move away another aisle and out of the church.
SHOCKED WEDDING GUESTS rise in horror, as she runs from this
first wedding.  She drags the train boy up the second aisle as
she leaves.  Ike hangs up.  He gets up to pick up the remote and
then sits back down to watch.

The tape fast-forwards to the next wedding.  Now Ike is looking
at a much more relaxed, hipper, backyard wedding.  It says,
"Gill Chavez Wedding".  He hits the fast-forward button
(sometimes slowing down).

ON TV:

We see the Carpenter's backyard.  It is Gill and Maggie's
wedding day.  The yard is crowded with a MIXTURE of Hells
Angels-types, Deadheads and townspeople.  The "altar" is a band
platform against the back fence.

Gill is waiting on the platform with a rock combo playing
Grateful Dead-type music.  He makes an introductory speech.

Maggie steps out onto the back porch.  She's beautiful in a
hippie-type wedding ensemble.  She walks with her father to a
trampoline.  We can see her tattoo.  She jumps on the trampoline,
then dives into the crowd.  They watch her and body surf her
over their heads to the back fence.

As she hits the stage, she looks at Peggy and Gill, then decides
to go.  She jumps off the stage and runs up to a passing GUY on
a dirt bike.  She jumps on and turns and waves as she rides
away.  During the video, Ike scribbles: "Gill Chavez".  Maggie
goes off on dirt bike.  The tape fast-forwards to the last of
Maggie's fiascoes.

ON IKE'STV

He now sees the third wedding.  It's outdoors, in a tree lined
area, MUSICIANS plays.  Ike laughs as he discovers that Maggie
approaches the altar on horseback, in a simple white dress,
wearing a crown of flowers.  The Maid Marian look.  Ike slows the
tape.

ON TV:  IT SAYS, "GEORGE SWILLING WEDDING".

As Maggie rides down the aisle, suddenly the horse whinnies!

Maggie has kicked it in the shins.  It rears and bolts,
galloping off with the bride.  Ike FREEZE FRAMES the tape on an
image of Maggie, hair blowing.  Although she is panic-stricken,
her soul seems to shine through in tat single frame.  As Ike
stares at her, the smirk fades from his face.  He just looks at
her, allowing himself to see her expression, her eyes.  He can't
help it.

She gets to him.  Ike gets a restless look on his face.  He
stares closely.  The groom is George from the bar.

			IKE
	Kamikaze!

						CUT TO:

EXT. TE TROUT BAKERY - THE NEXT DAY

Establishing.  High angle wide shot of a bakery in Hale.  Ike
exits a neighboring shop and walks down the block.  He pauses in
front of the bakery to take a look at Maggie's truck.  As he
does, a middle-aged Black WOMAN walks by and whacks him with a
newspaper.  Ike is stunned as she walks off.  He turns to a MAN
sitting on a bench.

			IKE
	Did you see that?

						CUT TO:

INT. THE TROUT BAKERY - CONTINUOUS

CLOSE ON a group of plastic grooms and brides on a counter top.

MRS. TROUT is behind the counter helping Maggie with a selection
of grooms for her wedding cake.  The groom figures are spread out
on the counter.  All sizes and colors, some attached to brides,
some solo, some tuxes, some in dinner jackets.

			MRS. TROUT
	This one's very popular, but oh, you've
	used this one before... Brian.  But I
	like the white dinner jacket.

			MAGGIE
	No, he's no good.  Too blond.

			MRS. TROUT
		(picks up another)
	We'll go with total traditional.

			MAGGIE
	Too dark.

Then, Ike comes up behind her as she discards another groom.

			IKE
	But he's got the Bobster's eyes.

Maggie cringes at the sound of Ike's voice.

			IKE (cont'd)
	No -- the Bobster's eyes are closer set.

She ignores him and continues her search.

			IKE (cont'd)
		(to Mrs. Trout)
	Could I have two coffees, please?  And
	what is that wonderful smell?
		(seeing the
		 cinnamon rolls)
	I'll have two of those delicious
	looking cinnamon rolls.

			MRS. TROUT
	Sure.
		(picking up a
		 miniature bride)
	Here, Maggie.  I think this makes the
	best you.

Mrs. Trout steps away to get his order.  Ike moves to the other
side of Maggie and picks up the bride and groom figure.

			IKE
	Let's see... Excuse me, isn't that cute?
	Ahh...

He makes the bride figure repeatedly knock the groom figure in
the head and run away screaming.

			IKE (cont'd)
	Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!  Oh, help me!
	Help me!  Yup!  That's her all right.

Mrs. Trout just about bursts a gut laughing.  Maggie takes the
bride from Ike coldly.

			MRS. TROUT
	You must be that Mr. Graham fellow.

Ike turns and goes to her.

			IKE
	Yes, I am.  And who are you?

			MRS. TROUT
	Betty Trout.  Five dollars.

			IKE
		(as he pays)
	Oh, Betty.  I take it you're going to
	be making the wedding cake and they say
	you're throwing --

			MRS. TROUT
		(interrupting)
	-- The luau for Maggie.

She starts picking lint off his sleeve and buttons his cuff.

			MAGGIE
		(all smiles for
		 Mrs. Trout)
	Grandma made me the cutest outfit.  I
	can't wait to show it to you.

			IKE
		(cynical delight)
	A pre-wedding luau?

			MRS. TROUT
	Yes.  My husband and I love luaus.
	It'll be fun.

Mrs. Trout turns and grabs Ike's bag containing two coffees.

			IKE
	Fun?  Fun isn't the word.

Mrs. Trout beams.  Maggie understands his answer a little better.
Mrs. Trout hands Ike his items and he pays.

			MRS. TROUT
	If you're still in town, you should
	stop by.

			MAGGIE
	No, I'm sure he doesn't.

			IKE
		(to Mrs. Trout)
	Actually, I would love to come.
		(taps her service bell)
	Thank you.  Thank you so much.

Maggie steps over, carrying her bride and groom figure choices.

			MAGGIE
		(exasperated)
	Is that what you're going to do now?
	Follow me around everywhere I go?

Ike smiles at Maggie enigmatically as he picks up his order and
heads for the door.

			IKE
	No.

He starts to leave with his bag.  Mrs. Trout stops him.

			MRS. TROUT
		(handing him the
		 other bag)
	Your two cinnamon rolls.

			IKE
	Bye, Betty.  Thanks.

He leaves.

			MAGGIE
	He's not a nice person.

Maggie hands Mrs. Trout her bride and broom figures.  Maggie
looks at Mrs. Trout, suddenly nervous.  She dashes out.  Mrs.
Trout imitates Ike bamming the bride and groom, laughing.

						CUT TO:

EXT. HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY

Various High School SPORTS TEAMS practice.  Maggie strides across
the football field, a scowl on her face.  A few HIGH SCHOOL
FOOTBALL PLAYERS job past Maggie, doing laps.  A boy, KENDALL,
calls out to her affectionately as she passes.  One of them,
DENNIS, slows his pace to run alongside Maggie.

			DENNIS
		(playful)
	Maggie, don't marry Coach!  Marry me.
	I love you.

			MAGGIE
	You're jail bait, Dennis.  Go away.
	Run your laps.  Go. Go.

Dennis runs on as Maggie continues toward her goal: Bob and Ike,
standing together on the other side of the field.

ANGLE ON BOB AND IKE

They're both standing on the blocking sled.  Wave after wave of
VARSITY FOOTBALL PLAYERS ram into the sled and drive it across
the field with both Ike and Bob on top of it.  Ike is munching on
one of the cinnamon rolls as Bob pushes the KIDS.

			BOB
	Drive!  Drive!  From your hips, get low,
	get low, get low.  Next!

Ike smiles broadly atop of the sled as he sees Maggie
approaching, looking mighty peeved.  He nudges Bob and points to
Maggie.  Bob lights up at the sight of her.

			BOB (cont'd)
	Good job, gentlemen... Special teams.

The football players move away from the sled.  Bob moves to
Maggie, leaves Ike alone.

			BOB (cont'd)
		(to Maggie)
	Hey, honey!

Bob kisses and embraces Maggie.  She doesn't see Ike immediately,
then:

			MAGGIE
		(indicating Ike)
	What is he up to now?

			BOB
	Ike just came by to check out the team.

			IKE
	And talk about you.

Ike grins and shows Maggie the notes in his pocket.

			MAGGIE
	Bob -- are you making friends with this
	man?

			BOB
	I'm just bragging about how great you
	are.  I'm the luckiest man alive.

Bob grabs Maggie around the waist and smooches her adoringly.
Maggie scowls at Ike.  He nods, all charm.

			IKE
	Well -- I've got to get moving -- lot
	of work to do today!  I'll see you two
	love-birds later.

Ike leaves.  Bob calls after him.

			BOB
	See you at the wedding.

			IKE
	You bet ya, Coach.

Maggie is aghast.  She stares at Bob.  Ike joins in behind a line
of peppy cheerleaders.

			MAGGIE
	At the wedding?  You invite him?  Bob,
	don't you realize he's writing another
	article about me?

			BOB
	Sure I do.  But the bet defense is a
	good offense, right?  You're not going
	to let your opponent throw you off
	your game.

			MAGGIE
	You don't understand this guy.

			BOB
	Let him come to the wedding.  You're
	not running, right?  Say it. "I'm
	not..."

			MAGGIE
		(irritably)
	I'm not running.

			BOB
	So if you're not running and Ike Graham
	is there to see it, then any article he
	writes has got to have a happy ending,
	right?  All we're doing is turning
	lemon into lemonade.

			MAGGIE
	I've got news for you.  No amount of
	sugar and water is going to turn like
	Graham into something you want to take
	on a picnic.

Bob gives Maggie a big hug.

			BOB
	Where's that homemade sunshine?

Bob blows his whistle, then puts Maggie on the football sled.

			BOB (cont'd)
	I want you boys to take my princess on
	the ride of her life... Honey, tell 'em
	where you parked your car.

Maggie screams as the boys push her down the football field.

INT. CONFESSIONAL BOOTH/CHURCH - DAY

Maggie kneels, hands folded reverently.  The booth's grate opens
before her.

			MAGGIE
	Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
	My last confession was... ahh...

She tries to recall.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	... Anyway, I have sort of a technical
	question here.  I've been having -- bad
	thoughts.  I mean, really bad thoughts
	...

			PRIEST
	Of an impure nature?

			MAGGIE
	No -- like -- I'm having a problem with
	that whole turn-the-other-cheek concept.
	I want revenge.  I want to destroy this
	guy's life, career, everything. On the
	sin scale, how big is that?  I mean,
	can I "Hail Mary" my way out of it?

			PRIEST
	Child, any sin in one's heart is...

			MAGGIE
		(impatient)
	The name's Maggie.  It wasn't this side
	of ten years ago that you had your
	tongue down my throat.  So don't call
	me "child", Brian.  It annoys me.

			PRIEST/    BRIAN
	Now don't get upset.

Brian closes the confessional window and exits

			MAGGIE
		(still inside
		 the booth)
	Brian, open up.  Don't ignore me.

Brian leans into her confessional.  She steps out to join him.

			BRIAN
	You're not even Catholic, Maggie -- you
	really shouldn't come to confession.

He's a nice looking and gentle man.  They regard each other for a
beat.

			MAGGIE
	I'm sorry.  I'm just so stressed out
	about that slime-ball reporter being in
	town.  I jus had to come warn you he
	might show up here and start asking you
	all kinds of ridiculous questions.

Brian moves away.  Maggie follows and sits in a nearby pew.

			BRIAN
	Actually, he only asked me one
	ridiculous question.  The rest weren't
	so bad.

			MAGGIE
		(sliding along
		 the pew)
	What?  You talked to him!  Did you tell
	him we dated before you were a priest?

			BRIAN
	Yes, yes, I'm sure I only did you good,
	Maggie.

			MAGGIE
	What did he ask?

A woman, MRS. MURPHY, rushes in.

			MRS. MURPHY
	Father, am I too late?

			BRIAN
	No, no.

			MRS. MURPHY
	It won't take long.  Jus two venials.

The woman goes into the confessional booth to wait.

			BRIAN
	Only respectful things.  What did we
	have in common back then... What kind
	of music did you like... Did you ruin
	my life when you left me standing at
	the altar...

			MAGGIE
	And what did you say?

			BRIAN
	How could I be angry at you when
	clearly what has happened to me is as
	God intended?

			MAGGIE
		(relieved)
	Good one!  Thanks.

			BRIAN
	It happens to be how I feel.

Brian sits next to Maggie.

			MAGGIE
	God... Of course.  I'm sorry -- I mean,
	I'm...
		(sighs)
	Brian -- I've got to go.  The man's a
	lunatic, but I know exactly where he's
	going next.

			BRIAN
	God bless you, Maggie.

She turns to rush out, then stops herself.

			MAGGIE
	Oh, wait, my purse.

She moves to the confessional, knocks, then speaks to Mrs. Murphy.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	Excuse me, sorry, forgot my purse.
	Good luck.

Maggie closes the booth curtain and turns to Brian.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	Wait -- what was the ridiculous
	question he asked?

Brian smiles mischievously.

			BRIAN
	He wanted to know how you used to like
	your eggs.

			MAGGIE
	Weird.  Like after all those years you
	would remem--

She starts to go, then stops in her tracks as she hears:

			BRIAN
		(interrupting)
	-- Scrambled, with salt, pepper and
	dill.  Same as me.

Maggie  looks at Brian.  Suddenly, she remembers too.

			MAGGIE
		(tenderly)
	I'm really sorry that I hurt you, Brian.

			BRIAN
	I'm happy here, where I'm supposed to
	be.  But if you ever become a Catholic,
	may I ask you a favor, Maggie?

			MAGGIE
	Of course.

			BRIAN
	Could your confess to Father Patrick
	from now on?

			MAGGIE
	Of course.

And she scampers out.  Brian goes back into the confessional.

EXT. GILL'S GARAGE - DAY

Maggie drives up to an old brick firehouse that is now an auto
garage.  The faded sign reads: "Gill's Garage".

INT. GILL'S GARAGE - DAY

Maggie rushes inside and looks around.  No one is in sight.
Several cars, including a yellow jeep-like car up on a hydraulic
lift, are in the funky garage.

			MAGGIE
	Gill?  Lydia?  Gill?

A CRASH, coming from the nearby back room, we hear loud muttering
in Spanish, then out stumbles GILL CHAVEZ, 34, wearing a grease-
stained Grateful Dead tie-dyed T-shirt.  He grins triumphantly,
worshipfully cradling a CASSETTE TAPE in his hands.

			GILL
	Hey -- I found it!

Maggie regards her former fiance with patient warmth.

			MAGGIE
	Found what?

Gill looks up and gives Maggie a fond, hazy smile.

			GILL
	Mags!  Hey, look -- The tape from the
	Radio City Music Hall concert --
	Remember that night I as trying to get
	Jerry to let me sit in on "Ripple"?

He pulls out the cassette from its case.  It's broken.  The tape
is dangling from the cassette.

			GILL (cont'd)
		(disappointed)
	Oh, I'll play it for you.

Gill picks up an electric GUITAR and starts to play.

			MAGGIE
		(shouts over the music)
	Listen, Gill -- There's this reporter
	who's ben making my life a living hell
	... If he comes by here, don't talk to
	him.  And whatever yo do....
		(crosses to Gill)
	... Don't show him that picture of me
	at the concert in San Francisco --

Suddenly, a loud CHUCKLING emanates from the car overhead.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	What was that?

Maggie stops Gill from playing.  She shoots her ex an angry glare
and moves a lever on the shop wall.  With a HUM, the car descends.

			GILL
	We went to San Francisco twice.
	Remember one time we had a flat tire...
	Which picture?

As the hydraulic lift slows, the car is lowered, revealing Ike
sitting in the driver's seat.  He has been enjoying the
photograph he's holding.

			IKE
		(feigning shock)
	Imagine!  Maggie Carpenter topless in a
	public arena.
		(checks photo again)
	And I see there was a chill in the air.

Maggie swipes for the photo, but Ike is faster at pulling it away.

			MAGGIE
	Give me that!

			IKE
	But the most interesting thing here is
	that I don't see the rose tattoo that
	I've heard about on your back.

Gill takes off his guitar and sets it down.

			GILL
	Ike bet me fifty bucks you don't still
	have it, Mags.  I said "You're on, man!
	Maggie loved that thing!"  And I could
	really use fifty bucks.

Maggie is conspicuously silent.

			GILL (cont'd)
		(looking worried)
	Mags?

			MAGGIE
	I'm not gonna show you guys anything.
	I am a soon-to-be-married woman.  Now
	give me that photograph.

Maggie seethes.

			IKE
	Sure, I would love to give this to you.
	Just give us one quick gander at that
	rose, and, I'll gladly hand it over.

She tries to grab the photo again.  Ike pulls it away.

			MAGGIE
	Fine.  Here.

Maggie quickly turns around and pulls down the back of her shirt,
revealing the top of her back and a pristine expanse of skin.  No
tattoo.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
		(turning back around)
	Satisfied?

			IKE
	Completely.

Gill is still trying to grasp the meaning of this.

			GILL
	Maggie?  You got it removed?

			IKE
	Gill, I'll go ya double or nothing if
	was a stick-on.

			GILL
		(dismayed)
	Maggie?

			MAGGIE
		(admitting)
	I'm really, really afraid of needles...
	It doesn't make me a bad person.

Ike laughs.  Maggie looks at him with rage.  Gill dramatically
pulls down the front of his t-shirt.

			GILL
	Look.

There it is on Gill's chest: the rose tattoo.  Maggie sighs,
pained.  Gill shows it to Ike.  Ike looks at the tattoo.  He
shakes his head at Maggie.

			IKE
		(sincerely)
	Look, look, man.  I think the man is
	heartbroken.

			MAGGIE
	He is not!

Maggie moves the lever on the wall again, sending Ike back up to
the ceiling in the car.  She grabs the photo from Ike and exits.

			GILL
	I think I am.

Gill grabs his guitar and sits.

			GILL (cont'd)
	Hey, Ike, what would Jerry do?

The hydraulic lift stops moving.  Ike leans out.

			IKE
	Jerry.  He'd play.  He'd play... Jerry
	would play his heart out.

Ike sings and taps along in tempo on the side of the car as Gill
sings and plays "Ripple".

						CUT TO:

EXT. HOTEL PORCH - NEXT DAY, SATURDAY MORNING

As Maggie drives into town with Peggy, they see Ike on porch with
SHERIFF, POLICE CHIEF and MAIL    MAN, all playing instruments as
a blues band.  Ike is not bad on slide guitar.  They all like
Ike.

Maggie "CHUFFAS" with Peggy and moves on.

EXT. SOFTBALL FIELD - LATER THAT DAY

CLOSE ON:

The slow, loopy pitch of a softball.  A bat connects.

NEW ANGLE:

A big wholesome man, CORY, runs for first base.  He just beats
out the throw.  Bob, acting as umpire, yells, "Safe!"  Happy,
Cory turns to the stands and waves.

ANGLE ON:

Maggie and Peggy, cheering loudly.  Peggy tries to whoop harder
than Maggie, but that would be tough.  From firs base, Cory waves
back to them.  The two women sit back down and Maggie takes back
up with their conversation.  Maggie is still al steamed up.

			MAGGIE
	Okay, he's on base.  Can we talk about
	my life now?  -- Ike's going to turn
	that tattoo stuff into a big deal --
	that I was never serious about Gill,
	blah blah.  He's totally out to get me.

			PEGGY
	For what reason?  Some personal
	satisfaction?

			MAGGIE
	That's what he says, but if he thinks
	that I don't realize he's writing
	another article, then he's an idiot.

			PEGGY
	It's probably because you got him fired.

			MAGGIE
		(sarcastic)
	Ya think?

			PEGGY
	Not that he doesn't deserve to get
	fired... Look!  Cory's going for
	second!... Sneaky!

ANGLE ON:

Cory as he runs for second base and with a slide beats the throw
for the force out.  The women jump and cheer -- Maggie, again,
the most boisterous.

ANGLE ON:

Dennis recognizes Ike as he walks up.  Dennis tells Ike that he
is going to marry Maggie some day and shows Ike where Maggie is
sitting.

ANGLE ON:

Maggie spots Ike as they sit back down.  She groans.

			MAGGIE
	There he is.  Snoop Doggy-Dogg.

			PEGGY
	Where?

			MAGGIE
	Over there.  Ten o'clock.  He's talking
	to our little Dennis.  Dennis will turn
	into one of those "sources say" things.

			PEGGY
	He looks better with that stuff out of
	his hair.  He's an attractive man.

Ike finds Maggie in the crowd and leaves Dennis.

			MAGGIE
	I'd say you've been in the sun too long.
	You handle him, okay?  I could use five
	minutes off from that creep.

Before Peggy can protest, Maggie climbs down off the bleachers
and goes and stands near the dugout near the rest of Cory's team.

			PEGGY
	Okay, that's fine.  I can do that.

Ike comes up to Peggy.

			IKE
	Hello, Peggy Phleming, "not the ice-skater".

Ike indicates the seat next to Peggy.

			PEGGY
		(protesting weakly)
	That's Maggie's seat...

Ike sits down comfortably.

			IKE
	... And this is Maggie's beer.

He starts drinking it.  ON THE FIELD, Cory is getting ready to
steal third.

			IKE (cont'd)
	That your  husband out there?  Cory
	Phleming, a local radio announcer.

			PEGGY
	Have you listened to his morning show,
	"Wake up with ballplayer"?

			IKE
	Not yet.  I had a phlemless morning.  I
	hear he's a pretty good ballplayer.

			PEGGY
	This game is pretty important to him.
	He made all-stars in high school, you
	know.

			IKE
	That must have made you proud.

Peggy takes a small sip off her soda.

			PEGGY
	He was going with Maggie back then.
		(quickly)
	He was never one of her... I mean, they
	were never going to get... They just
	dated for a while.

Cory dives in for third and makes it.  The crowd goes wild.
Peggy yells and jumps in.

			PEGGY (cont'd)
	Good job, honey!

But Maggie's whoop sails out above it all.  Cory waves.  But not
at Peggy.  He directs his delight at Maggie, who jumps up and
down by the dugout.

Ike looks between Cory, Maggie and finally, Peggy.  Peggy jerks
her waving hand back down to her side and sits down.  Ike
pretends not to have noticed.  The two watch as Maggie and Cory
smile at each other.

			IKE
	It's nice that they're still friends.

			PEGGY
		(looking at Maggie
		 and Cory)
	Oh, sure.  That was a long time ago.
	See, she's not a man-hater at all.
	She's very supportive of men...

Next BATTER hits one to deep left field and it lands in the grave
yard.  Cory scores, greeted by Maggie.  Ike and Peggy watch as
Cory and Maggie belly-bump and high-five each other in
celebration of Cory's play.  No looks at Peggy.  Ike keeps an
empathetic silence, seeing that Peggy is truly hurt.

			PEGGY (cont'd)
	I'll be back in a second.

Suddenly, Peggy stands, pushes past him and runs down the steps.
Maggie looks up just in time to catch Peggy's exit.  Ike pulls
his tape recorder out of his pocket and starts speaking into it.

Maggie shoots Ike an accusing look, walks up to him in the
bleachers and sits next to him.

			MAGGIE
	You've been here for three minutes.
	What did you do to her?

			IKE
	You can turn that finger around.

Ike does an on-the-button imitation of Maggie jumping excitedly
at Cory.  Now Maggie sees what he's getting at.

			MAGGIE
		(defensive)
	You misinterpret everything.  We've all
	been friends our whole lives.  But
	that's the types of relationship you
	wouldn't understand.

			IKE
	Obviously, I'm not the only one who
	doesn't understand it.  The USS Maggie
	leaves quite a wake... Excuse me.

Ike walks away.  Alone, Maggie tries to seem enthused.

			MAGGIE
	See, I cheer good.  What is he, a cheer
	critic?

EXT./INT. STREET/BAR - LATER - DUSK

Sitting in front of Inn Hale Bar, we see the BARTENDER
pantomiming holding the reins of a wildly galloping horse.  We've
seen something like this before.  Maggie's wild ride away from
her last wedding.  Ike laughs with Bartender just as Maggie
drives by the bar and sees this.

			MAGGIE
		(to herself)
	This guy never stops.

INT. ATLANTIC HOTEL - NIGHT

Maggie walks up to the front desk of the hotel, where Lee is
sleeping with his feet up.  She knocks his feet off the counter.

			MAGGIE
	Lee, hey, wake up.  Give me the key to
	the reporter's room.  I want to snoop
	around.

			LEE
		(handing her the key)
	Okay.  Second floor.

			MAGGIE
	Thanks.

			LEE
	Don't take anything big.

Maggie moves up the stairs towards Ike's room.

INT. ATLANTIC HOTEL - HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER

Maggie walks towards Ike's room, checks that no one sees her and
enters.

INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Maggie lets herself in the modest room and turns on the lights
on.  She spots on audio cassette on the desk near the door.  She
holds the cassette up to the light to read the hand-written
label.  It says "Miles Davis" on it.  She pockets the tape.  She
walks to the living room.

MAGGIE'S POV:

Ike has placed post-its on a framed picture, using the frame as a
bulletin board.  Post-it notes lay out the information he has
gathered under headings and subheadings.  Parents "Mother"
deceased, subheaded by "Walter" and there is one for "Brian",
"Gill", and "Bob".  Maggie smiles and shakes her head.  She rips
one post-it down and reads it to herself.

			MAGGIE
		(reads)
	"How does she get all these guys to
	propose?  She's not that beautiful."
		(snorts)
	Bite me, paper boy.

She begins ripping many of other post-it off the picture frame.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
		(as she takes post-its)
	Rude...

She's ripping them down, fast and furious, then shoves them in
her shoulder bag.

INT. ATLANTIC HOTEL HALLWAY - CONTINUING

Ike comes down hallway as Harvey puts his shoes out to be shined.

BACK INSIDE THE ROOM

Maggie, looking around, discovers the wedding video on the
coffee table and grabs that, too.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	Thief!

THE SOUND OF A KEY IN THE DOOR makes Maggie jump.  She flees to
the bathroom, and shuts and locks the door.  Just as Ike enters,
he sniffs and looks around the room, instantly knowing something
is up.  He sees all his notes gone and a glimpse of Maggie as she
closes the bathroom door.  Ike is steaming.  A BUMP sounds from
the bathroom.  He goes over to the door and tries the handle.
It's locked.  He starts to pound on the door.

			IKE
	All right, I know you're in there...
	You steal my research... You're messing
	with the first amendment now.  Open up.
	Open up.  You got no place to go.

INT. IKE'S HOTEL BATHROOM - CONTINUING

Ike's wrong.  Maggie is already trying to open the first
bathroom window.  It's stuck.  She climbs over the bathtub,
opens that window and starts to climb out.

			IKE
	I want to have a very serious discussion
	with you as to why you're such a pain in
	the ass.

We HEAR Ike slamming his body against the bathroom door.

As Ike breaks in, he runs to the window and yells after her.

EXT. IKE'S HOTEL WINDOW - CONTINUOUS

			IKE (cont'd)
	That's breaking and entering.  I'll call
	the sheriff.

			MAGGIE
	You do that.  And remind him he's
	bringing the wine to the luau.  Thanks.

She disappears around the ledge of the building and runs off.
Ike's neighbor, Harvey, sits reading near his window.

						CUT TO:

EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Establishing.

INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - NIGHT

CLOSE ON:  A CASSETTE PLAYER.  We see the familiar handwritten
label: "Miles Davis."  "Kind of Blue" plays as Maggie listens in
a chair, looking shell-shocked, surrounded by the post-its she
stole from Ike's room.  We see as she reads them: "Father, two-
fisted drinker," "Peggy, best friend, but Peggy doesn't totally
trust Maggie," "Bob" -- doesn't love him.  Overwhelmed, she
finishes reading the last note, leans back, puts her feet up on
the table, deep in the mood of the melancholy music.

The CAMERA MOVES on the last note on the floor next to her chair.
It reads: "SHOWS NO REMORSE".

FADE TO BLACK.

FADE IN:

EXT. MAIN STREET/BEAUTY PARLOR - NEXT DAY

It's early morning.  Mrs. Pressman hands Peggy a cup of coffee
to go.  Peggy walks to the beauty parlor, unlocks the front door
and goes in.

INT. BEAUTY PARLOR - DAY

Peggy enters and starts about her opening duties.  She turns on
the lights and turns and sees her friend, Maggie.

			MAGGIE
	Do you think I flirt with Cory?

Peggy stops in her track.  Maggie is sitting curled up in a salon
chair.  She looks like she hasn't slept.

			PEGGY
	Good morning to you, too.  You look good.

			MAGGIE
	Thank you.  Do you think I flirt with
	Cory?

			PEGGY
	Yes.

Maggie looks miserable.

			MAGGIE
	I don't mean it.

Peggy moves to the salon mirror near Maggie with her cup of
coffee.

			PEGGY
	I know.  I think sometimes you just
	sort of spaz-out with random excess
	flirtation energy and it just lands on
	anything male that moves.

			MAGGIE
	On anything male that moves?  As
	opposed to anything male that doesn't
	move?

Peggy pours her coffee out of its Styrofoam cup into a ceramic mug.

			PEGGY
	Like certain kinds of coral.

Peggy sits in the salon chair next to Maggie.

			MAGGIE
	I'm going to kill myself.

			PEGGY
	Why?

			MAGGIE
	Because you think I'm all like... "Hey
	man, check me out".

			PEGGY
		(friendly)
	No, I don't think you're like, "I'm
	charming and mysterious in a way that
	even I don't understand and something
	about me is crying out for protection
	from a big man like you".  Very hard
	to compete with.  Especially to us
	married women who have lost our mystery.

			MAGGIE
	But you haven't lost your mystery!
	You're very mysterious!

			PEGGY
	No.  I'm weird.  Weird and mysterious
	are two different things.

			MAGGIE
	But I'm weird.

			PEGGY
	No.  You're quirky.  Quirky and weird
	are two different things.

			MAGGIE
	Peggy, there's distinct possibility
	that I might be profoundly and
	irreversibly screwed up.  Despite that,
	I love you and I can promise that I
	will no longer flirt with Cory, and I
	beg your forgiveness.

Maggie looks ready to cry.

			PEGGY
	I'm not worried about you and Cory or
	Cory and me or even that you're
	irreversibly screwed up.  But, Maggie,
	you've been like this since we were
	kids.  And I think now that you are
	aware of it and that it hurts people's
	feelings, maybe it's time to move on
	with your life and commit to someone of
	your own, like Bob, if he's the one.

			MAGGIE
	I think you're right.
		(then)
	Is there anything I can do to make it
	up to you?

			PEGGY
	Something that brings warmth to my heart.
		(pause)
	Duckbill platypus.

			MAGGIE
	It's only funny at Camp Birchwood at
	three in the morning at a tick hunt.
	It's not anymore.

Maggie makes her funny face.  Peggy doesn't laugh.

			PEGGY
	You're right.  It's not funny now.
	Maybe we both grew up.

			MAGGIE
	Thanks.  Will you fix my hair?

						CUT TO:

EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - LATER THAT MORNING

Maggie exits her house, gets on her bike and rides off towards
town.

INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM - LATER THAT MORNING

Ike is still in bed.  He slowly blinks awake, stretches, and is
about to  throw off the covers when Maggie's voice breaks the
silence.

			MAGGIE
	Freeze.  Hold on to those covers -- I
	didn't come here to see Ike Junior.

Maggie smiles cheerfully at Ike from the foot of the bed.  He
narrows his eyes at her.

			IKE
	I take it the desk clerk is one of your
	many admirers.

			MAGGIE
		(deadpan)
	How do I do it?  I'm not that beautiful.

Ike notices Maggie is holding two coffees.

			IKE
	Coffee.  Now.

Maggie hands it to him.

			MAGGIE
	You're welcome.  Your notes made
	interesting bedtime reading -- if you
	like trashy fiction.  Your observations
	are distorted, ungrounded an incomplete.
	You must be very proud.

			IKE
	I'm not a boastful man.  What's your
	point?

Ike puts a shirt on as Maggie speaks.

			MAGGIE
	My point is that one again, you're
	getting it all wrong.  That won't
	improve your reputation any, and it's
	not very flattering to me either.  So,
	I'm going to give you a chance to write
	the truth.

			IKE
	Really.

Maggie turns away from him as he dresses.

			MAGGIE
	I've decided to cooperate and let you
	interview me.
		(beat)
	For a thousand bucks.

Ike clears his throat as he stands putting his pants on.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	I want a big wedding and a killer dress
	and for a grand I will answer all your
	questions and let you follow me around.

Ike takes his coffee with him as he picks up his glasses, puts
them on and crosses to the window.

			IKE
	My magazine doesn't pay because for
	stories.  It's not what you call ethical.

			MAGGIE
	Oh, but making up the facts as you go
	along is ethical?  Actually, I meant
	you.  You probably got severance or
	expenses or both.  I'll take your check.
	No credit cards.

			IKE
		(to Maggie)
	You've seen the post-its.  I've already
	got more juicy material than I need.
	Why should I pay you dollar one?

			MAGGIE
	Because I think you're writing on spec
	and with a first person interview, you
	might actually sell that thing.

Ike knows she's right.

			IKE
	Too much.

			MAGGIE
	Seven-fifty.

			IKE
	Five hundred.

			MAGGIE
	Six-fifty.

			IKE
	Done.

Scowling, he writes out the check and hands it to her.  Maggie
looks at it and smile sweetly.

						CUT TO:

EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DAY

Ike jogs alongside of Maggie on her bike.  Maggie parks her bike
and they go inside her door to the house.

INT. MAGGIE'S FOYER AND STAIRS - DAY

Maggie leads Ike upstairs to her workroom.

			MAGGIE
	Pardon the mess.  I haven't cleaned
	since the fifth grade.

INT. MAGGIE'S WORKROOM - LATER

Insert on a cappuccino machine.  We PULL BACK and see Maggie and
Ike standing at her work table.  An automatic cappuccino maker
stands on the table.  Its base is made from a used paint mixing
machine.  It looks very shiny and futuristic.  Maggie's logo
"MAG" is on the side.  The machine shakes as it steams the
cappuccino.  Ike notices another homemade machine on the table.

			IKE (cont'd)
	What's this over here?

			MAGGIE
	It's a birthday present for my cousin.
	Put your finger in.

			IKE
	Cindy the manicurist.

He puts his finger in the wrong hole of the machine.

			MAGGIE
	No, the other one.

He puts his finger in the correct hole.  She turns it on.  The
brushes rotate.

			IKE
		(laughing)
	This is wonderful.  You reconfigure all
	these industrial parts and you do
	something amazing with it.

He looks around and spots some gadgets and lamps on another table.
He walks to them.

			IKE (cont'd)
	Amazing.  Found industrial stuff.
	Willow lamp... Rasta lamp...

He picks up one of the many logos on the counter.  Each boasts a
"MAG" logo.

			IKE (cont'd)
	Is this your preferred logo?

			MAGGIE
	I think so.

			IKE
	I like it.  This whole thing is pretty
	incredible.
		(studying a lamp)
	I think you could probably sell this
	lamp idea in New York.

			MAGGIE
	Maybe someday.

			IKE
	You afraid to try?

			MAGGIE
		(stares at him)
	No, I'm not afraid.  Just... Maybe
	someday.

			IKE
	Well, I'm impressed.  Absolutely
	incredible.
		(sitting)
	I didn't expect pink and lacy, but this
	isn't exactly a woman's room.

			MAGGIE
	What an incredible chauvinistic
	observation.

INT. MAGGIE'S LIVING ROOM - A BIT LATER THAT DAY

Maggie's showing Ike engagement rings.

			MAGGIE
	That's Brian's.  He took me ut canoeing
	on the lake and gave me the ring in a
	velvet box.

Ike snores.  Maggie hits him.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
		(defensive)
	It was classic.

Maggie hands Ike another ring.  This one is in the shape of a
Grateful Dead rose.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	Gill.  Of course.  He proposed at the
	tie-dye t-shirt stand at a Dead concert.
	It was very sweet until he hallucinated
	that the drum set was a blood-sucking
	space alien.

			IKE
	Always a mood killer.

			MAGGIE
	Still sweet.

Maggie hands Ike a third ring.  It's in the shape of a butterfly
and studded with multi-color gems.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	George.  He proposed at a butterfly
	farm in St. Thomas.  The ring was
	inside a cocoon.

			IKE
		(grimacing)
	It's a little "Silence of the Lambs"
	for me.  I can't believe you waited for
	the wedding to run.

			MAGGIE
	He's an entomologist!  I thought it was
	very unique.

Now Maggie shows Ike the ring on her hand.  It's a gold "#1" with
a diamond set into the number.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	And here we are at Bob.  He proposed
	during the seventh inning stretch...

Ike touches her hand to examine the ring more closely.  Her
surprise at his touch shows on her face as she finishes her
sentence.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	... At an Oriole's game.

She takes her hand down.  Ike steps away.

			IKE
	Wait.  Don't tell me.  The scoreboard
	lit up with "Mary me, Maggie."

Ike picks up his cup of cappuccino and moves behind the couch.

			MAGGIE
	It was one of the most wonderful
	moments of my life.  Cal Ripken even
	applauded.

			IKE
		(stopping)
	Highly suspect.

			MAGGIE
	What do you mean?  It was incredibly
	romantic!

			IKE
	Maybe it's just me, but -- if you got
	to dress it up, it doesn't ring true.

Ike moves back to the couch.

			IKE (cont'd)
	I think the most anybody can honestly
	say is, "Look..."
		(sits on the arm
		 of the couch)
	"I guarantee that we'll have tough
	times.  I guarantee that at some point
	one or both of us will want to get out
	of this thing.  But I also guarantee
	that if I don't ask you to be  mine,
	I'll regret it for the rest of my life.
	Because I know in my heart -- you're
	the only one for me"

Maggie stares at Ike for a beat.  His words have taken a little
bit of her breath away.  She covers.

			MAGGIE
	I like it.

She moves from the fireplace to a chair and sits.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	I'd like it better on a scoreboard.
		(lightly)
	Is that how you proposed when you asked
	your wife to marry you?


Ike is taken aback.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	Don't look so surprised, you've got
	divorce written all over you.

			IKE
	I'm a work in progress.

			MAGGIE
	So?  Is that what you said to her?

			IKE
	No.  I think I said something eloquent
	like, "So, uh -- maybe we should, ya
	know.  What do you think?"

			MAGGIE
	Now that's romantic.  A proposal like
	that and you didn't find eternal bliss?
	What went wrong?

Ike takes a swallow of cappuccino.

			IKE
	I don't know.

			MAGGIE
	You don't know.

			IKE
	No.

			MAGGIE
	Maybe you should ask her some time.
	Ever thought of that?

Ike is restless.  He stands up.

			IKE
	Call me crazy, but I believe that check
	I gave you entitles me to ask the
	questions for a while.

Ike puts down his cup of coffee, gets his tape recorder and sits
close to Maggie.

			MAGGIE
	Fair enough.
		(thinks a beat)
	Actually...

Maggie move to TV.  She picks up Ike's stolen post-it notes and
her wedding video on top of the TV, and goes to the front door.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	I'll just need one more day to make sure
	your check clears.

			IKE
	Ow!

						DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HALE STREET - THE NEXT DAY

Ike and Maggie drive in Maggie's truck.  They pull up in front of
a Bridal Shop.

A spectacular dress fills the small window.  It's beautiful,
romantic, sexy.  Maggie and Ike can be seen in the reflection.

			MAGGIE
	Even with everything that's happened
	I've still never been married and I
	still deserve a beautiful dress.

			IKE
	Agreed.

Maggie gives Ike a smile that lights up the sky.  They go inside.

INT. BRIDAL SHOP - DAY

The place is fairly large and prosperous, probably the place to
go in the Tri-County area.  A little FLOWER GIRL, 10, is being
fitted on the pedestal in the middle of the room.  A saleswoman,
POLLY, has taken the flower girl under her wing.  They are both
under the expert eyes of a stern looking woman, MRS. WHITTENMEYER,
the shop owner.  Also, the girl's MOTHER is there watching.

		POLLY
		(to the mother)
	She'll be the prettiest little flower
	girl in your daughter's wedding.

			MAGGIE
	Mr. Whittenmeyer.  Hi, Polly!

The flower girl sees Maggie and runs and hides behind Polly.

			POLLY
	Hi, Maggie.  You'll have to excuse her,
	Maggie.  Some of the children are
	afraid of you since you dragged that
	little boy up the aisle.

			MAGGIE
	I didn't drag.
		(then to the girl)
	He tripped on his shoelaces.

Mrs. Whittenmeyer comes forward to greet Maggie.

			MRS. WHITTENMEYER
	You've come for your dress.  Good!
	I'll get it from the back.

Maggie leads her to the front window.

			MAGGIE
		(happily)
	Actually, I would like to get this dress.

She points to the dress.  She smiles back to Mrs. Whittenmeyer,
expecting her to share her joy.  Mrs. Whittenmeyer darkens.

			MRS. WHITTENMEYER
		(to Polly)
	Polly, take Leslie into change.
		(then, to Maggie)
	But the one you have on hold is lovely.

			MAGGIE
		(pleasantly)
	Yes.  But I've changed my mind.

			MRS. WHITTENMEYER
	It's one thousand dollars.

Maggie is keenly aware of Ike listening in.

			MAGGIE
	I have one thousand dollars.

			MRS. WHITTENMEYER
		(firmly)
	The other one is only three hundred
	dollars.

Maggie lowers her voice, hoping to lessen the humiliation of the
moment.

			MAGGIE
	Is this dress for sale?

			MRS. WHITTENMEYER
	It just seems like an awful lot of
	money to spend on one of your dresses,
	Maggie... You only wear them for about
	ten minutes.

Ike watches with regret as Maggie's child-like enthusiasm
drains away, her happy mood crushed by the tactless assault of
the shop owner.  He's starting to see that it's no always easy
being Maggie. There's a tremor in her voice.

			MAGGIE
	Yeah, that's a good point.
		(then, sitting)
	The other dress is nice.

Ike calls out to Mrs. Whittenmeyer.

			IKE
	Mrs. Whittenmeyer.  May I talk to you
	for a second?

She walks over to him.

			IKE (cont'd)
	I don't know much about this kind of
	thing.  I'm from out of town.  You're a
	salesperson, right?  You're here to
	sell wedding dresses.

			MRS. WHITTENMEYER
		(huffy)
	Yes.  I've been here for thirty years.

			IKE
	Perfect.  Because Miss Carpenter is
	here to buy one.  But not just any one.
	She wants that one.

			MRS. WHITTENMEYER
	It's a thousand dollars!

Ike goes over and takes the mannequin out of the window.  Mrs.
Whittenmeyer catches the wig as he puts the mannequin under his
arm.

			IKE (cont'd)
	Look, Aunt Bea, we're buying this
	beautiful dress and anything else she
	wants or I'm coming back here with a
	squirt gun filled with India ink.

Mrs. Whittenmeyer wilts under Ike's fierce gaze.  She turns to
Maggie.

			MRS. WHITTENMEYER
	Will he really do that?

Maggie gives her a look.

			MR. WHITTENMEYER (cont'd)
		(to Maggie)
	Well, why don't you pick out some
	accessories while I get this ready,
	dear.  Polly, will you come help me,
	please?

Polly comes to help carry the mannequin away.

ANGLE ON POLLY AND MRS. WHITTENMEYER:

			POLLY
		(whispering to Mrs. Whittenmeyer)
	It's a thousand dollars.

			MRS. WHITTENMEYER
	Shhhh!  The man has ink!

Maggie looks gratefully at Ike.

			IKE
	Tough to spend money in this town.

TIME CUT: A FEW MINUTES LATER:

Ike sits as he hears Maggie's voice behind him.

			MAGGIE (o.s.)
	What do you think?

Ike turns around.  Maggie is standing on the pedestal, wearing
the dress and looking unbelievably gorgeous.  She is overwhelming
to behold and Ike has to struggle to keep his face under control.

			IKE
		(stammering)
	You look... uh... You look fine.

			MAGGIE
	Fine.  The newspaper's upside down.
	That's better than fine.

			IKE
	Bob will be very happy.

She glows.  Then the moment between them is broken as she
suddenly remembers something and grabs the veil off her head.

			MAGGIE
	Bob!  I almost forgot!  I have to meet
	Bob!

INT. DINER - DAY

This is a great place -- a major hub of social life in Hale.  The
food is greasy and good, Mrs. Pressman is the waitress, and the
CROWD the essence of what is wonderful about a small town.  Bob,
Maggie and Ike sit on the counter.  Mrs. Pressman CHUFFS about
the luau, then moves around the corner.

			BOB
	Mrs. Pressman, I think we're ready to
	order.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	We're out the special because
	somebody...
		(indicates COOK with head)
	... didn't order enough sausage.

			BOB
	Let me have the garden omelette.  Egg
	whites only.

Ike looks at Maggie.  He'd bet a thousand bucks on what she'd say
next.

			MAGGIE
	I'll have the same.

			IKE
		(clears his throat)
	Of course.

			MAGGIE
	What was that?  I can't order  my eggs
	without sarcasm?

			BOB
	Neutral corners you two.  You're on the
	same team now.  Any more fighting and
	it's fifteen minutes in the penalty box.
		(gently, to Ike)
	Maggie's the nicest person you'll ever
	meet.  But she's always focusing out
	there.  She's got to start focusing
	more in here.
		(taps his chest)
	That's why she's had some -- whatever
	you want to call it -- problems in the
	past.
		(to Maggie)
	That's what we're working on -- focus.
	Right, Maggie?  Focus on Maggie.  Focus
	on Bob.

As Bob has been talking, Ike has been watching Maggie's face.
The joy seems to have drained out of her.

			MAGGIE
		(quietly)
	Right.

			BOB
		(to Ike)
	I lead Maggie through a visualization
	exercise.  All the sports shrinks use
	this head stuff.  Visualize the end
	zone, if you catch my drift.

Bob takes out a notepad and hands it to Maggie.

			BOB (cont'd)
	Here's today's mantra: "It's an open
	field to Big Bob."

			IKE
	Tell me.  When you get to the altar,
	will you spike the bouquet?

			MAGGIE
	You know, there's no...

Before Maggie can finish, Ike intercepts her.

			IKE
	Well, I'm off.  A reporter's work is
	never done.
		(heading to the door)
	Mrs. Pressman, thank you.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	Tootaloo.

INT. ATLANTIC HOTEL - MOMENTS LATER

			GRANDMA JULIA (V.O.)
	I'd like to explain about the weddings.
	There are reasons why they didn't come
	off.  Three weddings, no "I do's".  You
	can't believe how much cake we were
	left with.  I should weigh three
	hundred pounds.  I don't think her
	father minded spending so much money on
	booze that nobody drank.

We hear Grandma as through the hotel doors, we see Maggie exit
the diner.  She gets a bag from inside the cab of her truck and
comes inside the hotel where she finds Ike talking to Grandma,
who is having tea with her friend, NETTA.

			MAGGIE
	Ike... Hi, Grandma.

			IKE
	Gram here was going to give me the
	skinny on why you run from marital
	bliss.

			GRANDMA JULIA
	Right, cover your ears, Netta.  It's
	not that she's afraid of the wedding,
	she's afraid of the wedding night.
	Innocent girls are terrified of "the
	one-eyed snake".
		(getting into it)
	Why, when I was a virgin bride, I took
	a knitting needle with me into the bed...

Ike winces.

			MAGGIE
	Actually, Grandma, I charmed the one-
	eyed snake awhile ago.

			GRANDMA JULIA
	Oh, yeah, I forgot.  I'll tell you one
	thing, your grandpa didn't forget that
	wedding night.
		(no Netta)
	You can take your hands off your ears,
	Netta.  Your tea's getting cold.

			MAGGIE
	Can you excuse us a minute?
		(then to Ike)
	May I have a word with you, please?

Maggie moves toward door.

			IKE
	Bye, Netta... Bye, Grandam.

He steps over to Maggie in the doorway.

			MAGGIE
	I found this and didn't know if it was
	something interesting.

Maggie hands Ike a 30-year-old LP: Miles Davis' "Kind of Blue."

			IKE
		(excited)
	Oh, my God -- It's Miles Davis.  This
	is "King of Blue"!  This is the
	original recording.  Hard to find in
	good condition.  Where did you find
	this?

			MAGGIE
		(casual)
	It was in the attic.  It was jus
	sitting there gathering dust.

			IKE
	It's valuable.  Hang onto it.

			MAGGIE
	No.  You take it.

She steps outside, leaving Ike with the record.

			IKE
	Hmmm... Figuring out what kind of music
	I like and then finding me a rare album.
	You're not trying to soften me up, are
	you?

			MAGGIE
	No -- I'm cleaning an attic.  I
	wouldn't attempt the impossible.

She turns and walks back to the diner where Mrs. Pressman is
outside watering plants.  Ike looks after Maggie and then back
down at the record in his hand.  Somehow it makes him sad.

						CUT TO:

INT. IKE'S CAR - LATER THAT DAY

Ike drives through Hale gobbling french fries from the fast food
bag in his lap.  Ike passes THE INN HALE BAR, same dump of a
tavern he talked to bartender at.

ANGLE ON: MAGGIE'S CAR parked a few cars down.  He pulls over
and parks.  He gets out and speaks into his tape recorder.

INT./EXT. THE INN HALE BAR -- DAY

Ike approaches the window of the bar.  There's a DRUNK MAN and a
DOG sitting outside.  Inside, we see two figures from the back,
arms around each other.  One is definitely Maggie.  The other is
definitely not Bob.

			MAGGIE
		(coaxing)
	C'mon.  Let's go.

As Maggie helps the man get up,  we see that it's Walter, Maggie's
father -- dead drunk.

			WALTER
		(belligerently)
	I haven't had any fun since you got
	your driver's license...

They stumble and lurch, exiting the bar toward Maggie's car.

			MAGGIE
	I'm not exactly having fun, either...
	Steady.

			WALTER
		(to Dog)
	Good boy, Port Hole.

			MAGGIE
	His name is Skipper, Dad... Steady.

			WALTER
	I changed it.
		(then to Drunk)
	See you later, Mr. Travis.
		(then to Maggie)
	That guy has a problem... Maggie, you
	can run everyone's life but your own.


Maggie's having trouble keeping him steady as she opens the car
door.  Ike is there in a flash to help her pull Walter into the
car.

			WALTER (cont'd)
	Good daughters let their fathers pass
	out.

Walter passes out on the front seat.

			MAGGIE
		(without difficulty)

	Ike... Please don't write anything
	about this --

			IKE
	No.  Forget about it.  Don't even think
	about it.

Maggie looks at him with real gratitude.  She swings the car
door shut.

			MAGGIE
	Watch your leg, Dad.
		(then to Ike)
	I'm so tired of this.

			IKE
	Why don't you let him sleep it off in
	the trunk. I'll take you for a ride.
	Then we'll come back for him.
		(to Drunk on bench)
	Keep an eye on him.

		DRUNK MAN
	I'm too loaded.

			IKE
	I was talking to the dog.
		(turning to Maggie)
	All right?

Maggie thinks about this for a moment.  She takes a deep breath.

			MAGGIE
	Okay... I'll just grab my jacket.

						CUT TO:

EXT. ROAD - LATE DUSK TO NIGHT

Establishing of Ike's car driving.

INT. IKE'S CAR - LATE DUSK TO NIGHT

Maggie and Ike ride along.

			IKE
	My dad managed a business and two
	mistresses.  He wanted me to be a
	novelist.  More?

Maggie nods,

			IKE (cont'd)
	My mother wanted me to become a
	musician.  0 for two.  But at least
	I'm a journalist and we all know
	journalism is literature in a hurry.

EXT. IKE'S CAR - COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT

Ike and Maggie stare forward.  Both seem in melancholy moods.
They're beginning to sense they're in trouble here.  Suddenly,
the car falters and jerks.  It shows to a stop on the shoulder of
the road.  The car backfires and smokes.

EXT. IKE'S CAR - COUNTRY ROAD -  NIGHT

Ike and Maggie sit in the steaming car for a moment.

			MAGGIE
	Your filter's clogged.  This takes
	unleaded.

			IKE
	Can you fix it?

			MAGGIE
	First I have to find some tools.  I
	need a half and a nine-six-tenth.

			IKE
		(removing his glasses)
	Of what?

			MAGGIE
		(in amazement)
	Wrenches.  My dad's gonna love that one.

Maggie slams the food closed.

			IKE
	Kind of isolated.

			MAGGIE
	Yeah.  It's kind of nice.

An uncomfortable silent pause.  Ike breaks the moment.

			IKE
	There's one thing we New Yorkers know
	how to do is hail a cab.  If there's no
	cab, we walk.

Ike stares off down the road.  Maggie indicates a building in
the distance, then turns off the car lights.

			MAGGIE
	I can get some tools over there.... and
	save the battery... There's one thing
	we country girls know how to do is cut
	across a field.  It's quicker.

Maggie points diagonally across the field to where a gas station
sign glows and the lights from the outer house twinkle.

He smiles and follows her into the field.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	Be careful of snakes.

			IKE
	Snakes?  Are you serious?  I don't like
	snakes.  I've never even seen a snake.

He steps carefully into the field, then hops gingerly toward Maggie.

MOMENTS LATER

Maggie leads Ike through a cornfield.

			MAGGIE
	Do you think there's only one right
	person for everybody?

Ike chooses his words carefully.

			IKE
	No.  But I think attraction is too
	often mistaken for rightness.
	Attraction is very misleading.  And if
	it's mutual, it's well, terribly
	distracting.

			MAGGIE
	Yes it is.  And it doesn't mean
	anything.

Ike nods as they come to a wooden fence.  She puts her hand on
his shoulder.  Ike puts his hands around her waits to give her a
boost over the top.  We see the flicker of misunderstanding cross
Maggie's face at the initial contact.  Neither of them moves --
forward or back, but the electricity is obvious.

ANGLE ON:  Ike.  His conflicted feelings are apparent.  With
difficulty, Maggie straightens up and they both quickly remove
their hands.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
		(lightly)
	I suddenly forgot how to climb a fence.

They look at each other for a moment, then:

			MAGGIE AND IKE
		(breaking the
		 moment jokingly)
	"Tools".

She climbs over the fence on her own and Ike follows.  They see
an old guy, LIONEL, whittling on a porch.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	Lionel, can I borrow some tools?

			IKE
	Yeah, we need a half and nine-
	sixteenths.

			LIONEL
	Gonna bust out of another wedding?

			IKE
	You're sure well known around here.

EXT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S BUILDING - THE NEXT DAY

Establishing shot.

INT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S KITCHEN (NYC) - DAY

INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY

INTERCUT BETWEEN TWO LOCATIONS:

Ike sits on his bed, on the phone, working and eating his
breakfast.  He's watching Maggie's wedding tape again.  Fisher
is cooking an elaborate breakfast.  Ellie rushes around getting
ready for work.  He is on the phone to Ike.

			FISHER
		(into phone)
	Yes, well, my theory was that she may
	be running because she gets attention...
	Negative attention is attention.
	Like when women whack you on the street
	because of your column, that's negative
	attention.

			IKE (V.O.)
	This is about her negative attention,
	not mine.  Did you get the
	reimbursement for the dress yet?

			FISHER
		(into phone)
	No, I'm paying for the dress.  Do you
	think she's still gonna run?

			IKE (V.O.)
	I don't know.

Ellie enters the kitchen, hears the question and shakes her head
to herself.  If only these boys would give it up.

INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS

He is finding it very hard to gloat.  Fisher is annoying him.

			IKE
		(into phone)
	Look -- I'll be in there later today.
	I'll come by and tell you all about it.

			FISHER (V.O.)
	You're coming here?

			IKE
		(into phone)
	Yeah.

			FISHER (V.O.)
	Then come for dinner.

			IKE
		(into phone)
	Okay, we'll order out.

			FISHER (V.O.)
	Order out like a Philistine, when you
	got the Galloping Gourmet here?...

Ike hangs up and watches more of the George Swilling wedding
video.

INT. NEW YORK BAR - DAY

The bar from the opening scene.  GEORGE SWILLING, the same man
Ike talked to before, is sitting on a stool, nursing his drink.
He looks better.  Ike enters.  George looks up and recognizes
Ike, who takes the bar stool next to him.

			IKE
	Get this man a Kamikaze.

			GEORGE
	Splendid dissection of Maggie Carpenter,
	very professional job.

Ike sits and leans over to George.

			IKE
		(whispers)
	You could have told me you were fiance
	number three.

			GEORGE
	And end up in the papers?  I've been
	humiliated enough already to last a
	lifetime, thank you.  I'm sorry she got
	you canned.

			IKE
	Thanks.

			GEORGE
	She's a cacophony of contradictions.

			IKE
	Well, I'm writing another article on
	the cacophony.

			GEORGE
	Ah, can't stay away from her, can you?
	Like a moth to a flame.

			IKE
	Guess you'd know about that.  You're an
	entomologist, right?  How's business?

			GEORGE
		(taking a sip
		 of his drink)
	Not bad.  I was traveling around
	studying the reproductive and migratory
	patterns of locusts when Maggie met me.

			IKE
		(sarcastic)
	Neuter a locust, feed the world.

		GORGE
	Not the world.  Just Africa and China.

Ike wipes the smirk off his face.  Like Maggie's other men, this
guy has a worthy accomplishment under his belt.

			GEORGE (cont'd)
	You know Maggie was the only girl I
	ever met who would hold my tarantula.
	On the first date.

			IKE (cont'd)
	So, tell me, George, why do you think
	she ran?

			GEORGE
	Same as you said.  What did you call
	her?  A "man-eater", "a devouring death
	goddess."

			IKE
	I don't think that's why she ran.

			GEORGE
	Why do YOU think she ran?

Ike sips his drink before answering.

			IKE
	I don't know.  I'm working on it.  I
	was on the wrong track.

			GEORGE
	And you defending her?

			IKE
	No.  I call it like I see it.  I'm a
	journalist.  I'm a truth teller.

			GEORGE
	Unbelievable, she got to you.

			IKE
	Oh, please!

		GORGE
	Join the club.
		(passing him
		 his drink)
	Here, you need this more than me.

George heads out.

			IKE
		(protecting, taking
		 his tape recorder
		 out of his pocket)
	I'm writing an article, I'm getting
	paid to do this, it's going to be a
	cover story, it's going to be published
	... The facts will be read someday.

As George pauses in the doorway, Ike holds up his tape recorder.

			IKE (cont'd)
	What kind of eggs did she like?

			GEORGE
	Poached, just like me.

George exits.

						CUT TO:

EXT. NEW YORK STREET/FISHER AND ELLIE'S BUILDING - DAY

Ike walks down a street toward Ellie and Fisher.

						CUT TO:

INT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S APARTMENT (NYC) - NIGHT

Ellie is on the phone as Fisher enters with beer.  Ike sits at
the piano.

			FISHER
		(sarcastically)
	Overpriced nice apartment and Chinese
	takeout.  That's New York living.

			ELLIE
		(into phone)
	... Just call me when you have it.
		(hangs up, then to Fisher)
	Ike, how is the story coming?  Is she a
	man-eater?

			FISHER
	Or a vegetarian?

			ELLIE
	Or does she pick "NGB'S" -- "Nice Guys,
	But..."  Nice guys, but I'm cheap.
	Nice guys, but he lives with his mom...
	Nice guys, but he just out of prison.

			IKE
	No... They're interesting guys.  Each
	one of these guys has something going
	for him.  I mean, one's been up Everest.
	Another's become a priest.  One's a
	pretty good guitar player.  And this
	guy today tried to end world hunger, if
	you can believe that...

			FISHER
	Whoa, Ike.  Getting a complex, buddy?

			ELLIE
	Fisher, let him talk.

			IKE
		(sits)
	But one of those guys -- not one of
	them -- knew her at all.  Each one was
	convinced that she was perfect for them,
	but they didn't see her.  And she never
	showed up so they couldn't see her.
	It's a very symbolic thing happening.
	She becomes what she thinks they wanted
	to be.

Fisher doesn't like the sound of this.  He glances at Ellie, who
is looking very interested.

			FISHER
		(in shock)
	Ike is turning sensitive and I can't
	bear to watch.  I'm going to make a
	fresh pot of tea.

The phone rings as Fisher exits.  Ike goes to the piano as Ellie
picks up the phone.

			ELLIE
		(into phone)
	Yeah... Oh, Jay... Okay... Bye.
		(hangs up, then yells to Fisher)
	Fisher, don't forget the fortune
	cookies.

She joins Ike at the piano.  Ike gets serious.

			IKE
	Is that what I did to you?  Is that
	what happened?  Did I just not see
	you?

			ELLIE
	No.  No, you didn't.

He hugs her.

			IKE
		(heartfelt)
	Well -- I'm sorry, I'm really sorry,
	Ellie.

			ELLIE
	I'm sorry, too.
		(beat)
	Wow.  That only took us between years
	to say.

Ellie blinks back sentimental tears.

						CUT TO:

EXT. TROUT'S BARN - THE NEXT NIGHT

We hear Hawaiian music.  We see a truck with GUESTS drive up and
HULA DANCERS through barn slats.

INT. TROUT'S BARN - NIGHT

It's a small barn that's been converted into a luau with a bar.
A BAND plays for two hula dancers.  The Trouts had decorated it
as a little slice of Hawaii.  There are tiki lights, numerous
rented plastic palm trees and fiberglass copies of Hawaiian
statuary.  Strings of colored lights crisscross the ceiling.
It looks like a Hawaiian high school gym on prom night.

Maggie's family, Mrs. Trout and people we've already met, and
more, are here, milling around wit tropical drinks garnished
with umbrellas.  Plastic leis abound and most people have
managed to find their old Hawaiian shirts.

As we come in, the hula dancers finish their applause and Mrs.
Trout announces.  Hula dancers stop.

			LOU TROUT
	Welcome to our annual country luau.  As
	you know, Betty and I got married on
	the rim of the crater, Diamond Head.

			MRS. TROUT
		(grabbing the
		 microphone)
	This year, we're dedicating our first
	dance to the soon-to-be newlyweds, the
	King and Queen of Hawaii, Maggie and
	Bob.

The couple enters.  Bob is a goody bronzed god in his King
Kamahamela outfit.  Maggie is spectacular in her authentic
looking Hawaiian Princess get-up.  But her face reflects none
of the festivities around her.  Every now and then, she looks up
and glances around for Ike, hating herself for it.

			MRS. TROUT (cont'd)
	King and Queen, dance.

Maggie and Bob start to dance as the Quarter sings "Aloha Oe."

			MRS. TROUT (cont'd)
	Everybody dance.

Everybody dances.

						TIMES OUT:

Maggie and Bob pose for pictures with some of the guests.

			MRS. TROUT
	Pictures of the King and Queen.

Dennis poses with Maggie.  Cory poses with Bob.  Mrs. Trout runs
out of film and goes to get more, leaving Peggy and Maggie alone.
Peggy whispers to Maggie.

			PEGGY
	Lighten up, wahine.

			MAGGIE
	Lighten up, what?

			PEGGY
	This party is for you and Bob.  Get
	your mind off the reporter.

			MAGGIE
	I haven't seen him in twenty-four hours.
	It just gives me the creeps a little bit.
	I'd feel better if I knew where he was.

			PEGGY
		(nods to door)
	Would it?

ANGLE ON:  Ike just entering the party.  At least he tried.
He's got a tropical sheet wrapped around his pants and shirt.
He walks to the bar and is greeted warmly by Lee.  Maggie gets
very flustered.

			PEGGY (cont'd)
	What are you doing?

			MAGGIE
		(after a beat)
	I'm going to go dance with Bob.
	Because he's the man.
		(referring to her headdress)
	I like those grapes.

Maggie dances affectionately with Bob as Mr. Trout, tending
bar, greets Ike.

			LOU TROUT
	Hey, Mr. Graham, welcome to our luau.
	What can I get you?

			IKE
	You got something without a toy in it?

					TIME CUT:

A LITTLE LATER - CLOSE ON

A pair of expressive pantomime "A Little Grass Shack".

PULL BACK TO REVEAL:

Mrs. Trout is on stage, introducing hula contestants.  Grandma
judges the Hawaiian dancing.  The party is at full tilt -- a
little wild, a little goofy.  Some guests (Bob, Cindy, Cory, Lee
and Ted) do the limbo.  Walter, Mrs. Pressman doesn't turn as
she hears him.

			IKE
	Aloha.  That's a very fetching
	headdress you're wearing.

Ike leans into Maggie, enjoying the smell of her hair.  She
notices, but acts casual.

			MAGGIE
	Where did you disappear to?

			IKE
	Missed me bad, huh?

						TIME CUT:

All the guests start banding their pineapple cups.  Walter rises
unsteadily, lifting his pineapple.

			MRS. TROUT
	Attention.  Listen to Walter.  Listen
	close, he slurs.
		(then)
	Shut up, wahines!

			WALTER
	In the tradition that has grown through
	the years, it is now Toast Time!  First
	up, our host, "A Honey of a Beekeeper",
	Lou Trout..

Lou Trout stands with his glass raised.

			LOUT TROUT
	May the groom's heart be filled with
	hopes and the bride's feet be filled
	with lead!

There are shouts of "Hear hear!"  Walter roars.

			MRS. TROUT
	May the pitter-patter of little feet
	not be Maggie's.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	May the gifts be returned!

			TED
	May the back of the dress be as pretty
	as the front!

The laughter swells and swells, led by Walter.

ANGLE ON:

Ike watches as Maggie takes the heat, raising her glass along
with the others.  Bob raises his glass like the good sport he is.
Ike can't believe it.

			WALTER
	You know the old saying, "You're not
	losing a daughter..."  Well, I'd like to!

Walter gets a bit laugh.  He goes again.

			WALTER (cont'd)
	Maggie may not be Hale's longest
	running joke...
		(under her breath)

Maggie finishes the punchline along with his father.

			WALTER AND     MAGGIE
	-- But she's certainly the fastest.

Uproarious laughter.  Maggie looks terribly pained.  Ike's had
enough.  He pushes himself to his feet.  Walter is thrilled.  He
shushes the CROWD.

			WALTER (cont'd)
	Oh, look, Mr. Graham, how about a toast?

			IKE
	I don't know, give me a minute.
		(to Maggie)
	Are you all right with this?

			MAGGIE
	Excuse me?

			IKE
	Are you all right with this?  You think
	this is funny?

			MAGGIE
	Yes.

			IKE
	I don't and I don't think you should...

			BOB
	It's a joke.  They're kidding.

			WALTER AND CROWD
		(yell)
	Come on and give us a toast.

			IKE
	You want me to make a toast?  Okay...
	I'll give you a toast.  To Maggie's
	family and friends.  May you find
	yourselves the bull's eye of an easy
	target.  May you be publicly flogged
	for all of your bad choices and may
	your noses to rubbed in all of your
	mistakes...

Ike watches their reaction.  The silence is deafening.  All the
guests stare at Maggie.  Mortified, she holds back tears.

			MRS. TROUT
	That was funny.
		(a pause)
	But enough toasts, let's hula.  Let's
	start the music up.

She gets everyone up to hula.  Band plays fast tune.  Maggie
walks through the CROWD down the steps and outside.  Ike
follows, but Peggy grabs a coat for her.  Bob watches her go as
Cory approaches.

			CORY
	Hey, Bob.  I got twenty dollars bet on--

			BOB
	Not now.

Bob rushes after Maggie.

			PEGGY
		(calling after her)
	Maggie.  Maggie.
		(to Ike,  handing him a jacket)
	Here.  She may need this.  It's not
	really Hawaii.

Ike exits.  Then, Bob comes over.

			BOB
	Where'd Maggie go?

			PEGGY
	Oh, she just went to get me something
	from the car.

Cory comes over with Dennis to Bob and Peggy.  BOB/PEGGY/CORY/
DENNIS CHUFFA:  About Bart Starr and football.  (Which keeps Bob
from going outside to follow Maggie).  Bob thinks about it.

EXT. TROUT'S BARN - NIGHT

Ike runs after Maggie.  He grabs her arm and turns her to him.

			IKE
	I'm the only goddamn person in there
	pulling for you.

			MAGGIE
	You humiliated me!

			IKE
	No, Maggie, I defended you.
	Humiliating you is what everyone else
	is doing.  It's the theme of this party.

			MAGGIE
	I had it under control.  Now they feel
	sorry for me.

			IKE
	Well, they should.  Because they're
	about to watch you hang yourself again.

Maggie has no response.

			IKE (cont'd)
	-- Tell me something, do you really
	care about Mount Everest?

			MAGGIE
	It's fun!  It's high.

			IKE
	Or the sexual habits of locusts?

			MAGGIE
	That was very interesting research
	George was doing!

			IKE
	What kind of Dead Head gets a temporary
	tattoo?

			MAGGIE
	I already explained about that.

			IKE
	And where you ever really going to run
	the leper colony in Molokai?

			MAGGIE
		(wincing)
	Brian told you that?

			IKE
	Or maybe you just wanted to wear the
	headdress.

			MAGGIE
	Every one of those times I was being
	supportive.  Something you won't
	understand.

			IKE
	Supportive?  You weren't being
	supportive.  You were being scared.
	Just like now.  You are the most lost
	woman I have ever laid eyes on.

			MAGGIE
	Lost!

			IKE
	That's right.  You're so lost you don't
	even know how you like your eggs.

			MAGGIE
	What!?

			IKE
	With the priest, you liked them
	scrambled.  With the Dead Head, fried.
	With the bug guy, poached.  Now it's
	egg whites only, thank you very much.

			MAGGIE
	That's called changing your mind.

			IKE
	No, that's called not having a mind of
	your own.  What are you doing, Maggie?
	You really want to let that man drag
	you up Annapuma on your honeymoon?  You
	don't want to climb Annapuma.

			MAGGIE
	Yes I do!

			IKE
	No you don't.  You want a man who will
	lead you down the beach with his head
	over your eyes just so you can discover
	the feel of the sand under your feet.
	You want a guy who will take you into a
	cave with a thousand candles just to
	read you a poem.  You want a man to
	wake you up at dawn because he's
	burning to talk to you and he can't
	wait another minute to find out what
	you'll say.  Am I right?

He's laid her flat.  Maggie can't speak.

			IKE (cont'd)
	Am I right?

She fights back angry tears.

			MAGGIE
	Stop.  Stop it!  I'm getting married on
	Sunday, and you're just trying to make
	me run!  Why?  Because you're a cynical,
	exploitative, mean-hearted creep who
	wouldn't know real love if it bit him
	in the armpit!  And all you do is tear
	other people down and-and-and laugh at
	them, and criticize what they do,
	because you're too afraid to do
	anything yourself!  I read your column.
	You never wrote one about you.  I'm not
	the only one who's lost and you know it!
	Am I right?  Well?  Am I right?

ANGLE ON:  Bob comes outside.

			BOB
	Mag.  Help me out here.  Green Bay.
	Right guard.

Both Maggie and Ike are breathing hard.  Bob comes up to Maggie
and gives Ike a very hard look as he puts his arm around his
fiancee.

			BOB (cont'd)
	You know... Blocked Bart Starr, crewcut
	... Are you okay?

Maggie adjusts her face as best she can.

			MAGGIE
	Yes.

			BOB
	Let me take you back inside, okay?

She lets him lead her away.

			MAGGIE
	Jerry Kramer.

Ike looks at her drooped shoulder and he shakes his head and
walks to his car.

EXT. HALE METHODIST CHURCH - THE NEXT DAY

Peggy and Cindy arrive for the rehearsal.  They leave Cindy's
dog in Peggy's car and walk to the church.

			CINDY
	Tell me, why does Maggie need another
	wedding rehearsal and two days before
	the wedding?  She's already done this.

			PEGGY
	Bob is making her visualize the
	ceremony.

						CUT TO:

INT. HALE METHODIST CHURCH - NIGHT

They are in the church proper now.  Peggy waits in a pew as Bob
leads Maggie and Ike up the back steps of the church.

			BOB
		(to Maggie)
	Okay, we're ready.  Want me to have Ike
	leave now?

Maggie turns on Ike with "cheerful" hostility.

			MAGGIE
	No.  No -- Actually, let's make Ike the
	pastor.

			IKE
	I'd rather not.

			MAGGIE
		(sarcastically)
	Come on, it'll give you a great view.
	It's perfect.
		(seeing Peggy)
	Hey.

Maggie smiles at Bob.  Ike sighs and goes with it.  Bob pulls Ike
to the head of the aisle and places him.  Peggy follows Maggie
into the foyer to get ready.  Cindy sits with Ted at the organ.

			BOB
	Team effort, Pastor Ike... Cindy, ready?
		(after no response)
	Cindy, come on.

Cindy leaves to join the girls in the foyer.

INT. CHURCH FOYER - THAT MOMENT

Once in the privacy of the foyer, Peggy and Maggie talk.

			PEGGY
	He's going to be the pastor?

			MAGGIE
	Yep.  I want him to be front and center
	and to watch everything.

			PEGGY
	What happened at the luau?

			MAGGIE
		(flustered)
	... I don't even want to talk about
	the luau.
		(then seeing a hanging rope)
	What's this?

			PEGGY
	It's for the bell.

Cindy joins them.

			CINDY
	Bob's in a hurry.

			PEGGY
	Don't be nervous, Maggie.  Let us
	visualize.  Remember what Bob said?
	"Be the ball."

			CINDY
	"Sink the putt."

			PEGGY
	"Make the shot."

			CINDY
	"Nothing but net."

			PEGGY
	"Never say die."

Maggie puts her hands up.

			MAGGIE
	Go!

Peggy and Cindy exit.  Maggie pulls the bell rope and sways back
and forth as she rings the bell.

INT. CHAPEL - THAT MOMENT

It is Maggie's turn to enter.  They all turn expectantly.  Too
much time passes.  Ted plays the organ, then stops.  Maggie
swings back and forth in the foyer doorway.

			BOB
	Honey, are you okay?

Maggie stops ringing the bell and pulls herself together.  She
walks into the aisle looking a little shaky.  She takes a few
tremulous steps slowly with her eyes closed, peeking
occasionally with one eye.

			IKE
		(taking off his jacket)
	At this pace, it could be an evening
	wedding.

			BOB
	Hold it!  Hold it!  I think we're
	taking this too fast.

He begins to pace.

			BOB (cont'd)
	We need to limber you up a little.
	You're tensing.
		(thinks a moment;
		 to Ike, moving him
		 to groom's spot)
	You stand here and be me so she knows
	how far she'll have to go.
		(then to Maggie)
	I'm going to walk with you.

Bob goes to Maggie and walks behind her.

			BOB (cont'd)
	Visualize!  Visualize!  It's game time.

ANGLE ON:

Maggie walking.

			BOB (cont'd)
	You are the football.  You're spiraling
	through the air towards the hands of
	the groom.

She proceeds down the aisle.  Bob behind her.

			MAGGIE
		(eyes down)
	Yes, I'm spiraling through the air.

ANGLE ON:

Maggie raises her eyes and sees Ike in front of her as groom.
Ike and Maggie lock gazes.  If they had to, they couldn't look
away.  All the things unspoken are now communicated -- the love,
the longing.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	I streak towards the goal line.

Maggie's pace quickens.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	And I land on the goal line.

ANGLE ON:

Bob beams to see Maggie's eager arrival at Ike's side.  He
switches off the music and proceeds like a proud coach to be the
pastor.

			BOB
	Okay, I'm the pastor.  Dearly beloved,
	blah, blah, blah.  So on and so forth.
	Ra ta ta ta.  Yabada dabada.  I now
	pronounce you man and wife.  Kiss the
	bride, badum dum.
		(then moving toward Ted)
	We have the crescendo that leads to us
	right back down the aisle and out the...

Ike kisses Maggie.  It is a world class, Olympic kiss.  It is a
kiss that changes everything and can never be taken back.  It is
a kiss you only get once in your life.

NEW ANGLE:

Bob's smile dies.  Cindy's mouth drops open as the kiss goes on
and on.  Peggy loses control and screams.

			BOB (cont'd)
	Maggie!!!!?

Like a bucket of water thrown on two dogs, Ike and Maggie are
startled out of their kiss.  They pull apart and smile at each
other.

ANGLE ON:  Bob.

			BOB (cont'd)
		(furious)
	If you were imagining me, you did great.
		(to Ike)
	What the hell were you doing?

			IKE
		(eyes on Maggie)
	I'm sorry, Bob.  She kissed me back.

			MAGGIE
		(dazed but happy)
	I kissed him back.

			BOB
	Yeah, I caught that.  Want to tell me
	how long this has been going on?

Maggie looks at Ike, wondrous, confused.

			MAGGIE
	About a minute...?

			IKE
	A little longer for me.

			MAGGIE
	Really?

			BOB
	What do you expect me to say to this?

			IKE
	How about -- "I hope you'll be very
	happy together"?

Bob hauls back and punches Ike in the face.  Ike drops.

			BOB
	I hope you'll be very happy together.

Bob storms down the aisle and out of the church.

			MAGGIE
		(to Peggy)
	Take care of him.

Maggie leaves.

						CUT TO:

EXT. CHURCH - THAT MOMENT

Bob is halfway down the walk.  Maggie appears at the church door
and calls after him.

			MAGGIE
	Bob, I'm sorry!
		(half to herself)
	At least I backed out before the
	wedding.  That's progress!

He keeps marching.  Now Peggy appears next to Maggie.  Maggie
calls again.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	Some woman is going to make you a lot
	happier than I ever could...

The words are barely out of her mouth when Cindy comes out the
door, racing after Bob at a full sprint.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	See?

			PEGGY
	Well, Maggie -- in the words of Mrs.
	Pressman: "Holy moly".  Call me later.

Peggy goes to her car.  Cindy joins her as Bob speeds off in his
car.  Now Ike takes Peggy's place next to Maggie.  Maggie turns
to face Ike.  They are both beet red, stammering and unable to
look at each other, trying to act normal.

			MAGGIE
	Okay.  So... what, uh... What just
	happened?  Just now?  Jus then?  In
	there?

			IKE
	I don't know.  I, uh -- I frankly don't
	even want to talk about it.

			MAGGIE
	Me, either.

Ike GRABS Maggie and BOOM -- they are all over each other,
kissing frantically, tongues, hands, hair, elbow, you name it.
Blathering fools.

			IKE
		(blathering)
	I love you.  I love you.

			MAGGIE
		(blathering)
	I love you, too.

They come up for air.

			IKE
	Wait.  We have to talk.  We have to do
	some talking now.  Pull up a railing.

Maggie sits on the railing, then Ike backs up and sits on the
opposite railing.

			IKE (cont'd)
	You have to go down an aisle and say "I
	do".  You have to get married.

			MAGGIE
	To who?  Are you asking me?

			IKE
	Me?

Ike backs up to opposite railing and sits facing Maggie.

			MAGGIE
	Yes, you!

			IKE
		(thinks)
	Well, you do have the dress.

			MAGGIE
	And the church.

			IKE
	And the wedding date.  There's the two
	of us.
		(beat)
	So, you think... maybe... You have to
	go down the aisle with somebody you
	love and who love you back.

			MAGGIE
	I'm okay with that.

			IKE
	So am I.

			MAGGIE
	So, we'll...

They both nod and sit there smiling, sort of. The organist, Ted,
closes the church door.

		TED
	Good night.

Ike pulls his tape recorder out of his pocket and quietly speaks
into it.

			IKE
	I'm getting married.

WIDE SHOT:

They smile at each other and remain sitting.  Then, silence.

						CUT TO:

EXT. STREET/HALE/ATLANTIC HOTEL - THAT NIGHT

Ike drives up and parks in front of the hotel as he talks on his
cell phone.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S BEDROOM (NYC) - NIGHT

Ellie's on the phone.  Fisher sits nearby.

			ELLIE
	Ike's going to get married.

Fisher throws himself onto the carpet and rolls himself
helpless with laughter.

			ELLIE (cont'd)
		(without turning to him)
	Fisher, if you pee on that Persian,
	I'll kill you.

						CUT TO:

INT. BEAUTY SALON - NIGHT DAY

Maggie talks to Peggy, Cindy and Grandma Julia.  Grandma Julia
sits under a hair dryer.  Sprout, the dog, sits in his basket.

			CINDY
	I love his eyes.  I just believe
	they're listening to you.

			PEGGY
	His hair... any color.

			GRANDMA JULIA
	I like his tight butt.

Peggy laughs.

			MAGGIE
	Grandma!

			PEGGY
		(to Cindy)
	See, this is a mature relationship.
	She's really found it.

						CUT TO:

LOVE MONTAGE SHOTS:

EXT. OCEAN - DAY

Ike and Maggie fishing.

INT. MAGGIE'S WORKSHOP/HOME - DAY

They play ping-pong.  They laugh, enjoying the moment.

INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DAY

Ike and Maggie have fun playing cards.  The game is slapjack.

EXT. FIELD - DAY

Maggie and Ike horseback riding.  They sit on their horses
amongst trees, "nuzzling".  Ike reads as he pushes Maggie in a
tire swing.

INT. MAGGIE'S ROOM - DAY

Ike and Maggie open and close a Hoberman ball by holding its
opposite ends in their teeth.  Grandma looks in.

INT. MAGGIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

There is a fire in the fireplace.  Maggie and Ike sit as Ike
shows Maggie some passages from his favorite books.  He's
reading something from Yeats at the moment.  They seem happy.

EXT. CHURCH - THE DAY OF THE WEDDING

It is a media circus including FOUR REPORTERS, Midday with
Meredith and the T-shirt Vendor.  Plus three other people the
reporters are interviewing, a GERMAN LADY, BUTCH KENAN, a
farmer and Grandma Julia.  Reporter DINA NAPOLI walks down the
church steps.

			DINA NAPOLI (OF WBAL)
	Wedding bells are ringing for the
	fourth time today in Hale, Maryland.
	Maggie Carpenter, "Always a Bride --
	Never a Bridesmaid", will be attempting
	to complete her fourth wedding ceremony.
	We'll come back on the air when the
	results are in.  Back to you, Jessica.

Meredith, the low-end public access TV reporter, films himself
pointing a cheap video camera himself.

			MEREDITH
	The turnout for this morning's wedding
	is usually reserved for royalty or
	Hollywood stars, but Maggie Carpenter
	is Hale, Maryland's special star and
	the citizens of Hale are out in full
	force today.

The NY T-shirt Vendor pitches his wares.

			T-SHIRT VENDOR
	I got "Bye-bye Birdie".  "What part of
	'I do' don't you understand?"... Get
	your "Runaway Bride" T-shirts here...

Reporter JULIE MURPHY stands near Grandma Julia and Mrs.
Pressman.

			JULIE MURPHY (Channel 6)
	The bride's been here for almost an
	hour, but being around in the beginning
	was never her problem.  We'll be here,
	showing you the full wedding ceremony,
	we hope.

Reporter JACKI and TIFFANY stand at the edge of the CROWD
reporting.

			JACKI/REPORTER #3 (WBOC TV16)
	Will she or won't she?  That is on the
	minds of these several hundreds folks,
	who are standing here this morning.
	Not to mention on the mind of Groom
	Number #4, ex-USA Today columnist, Ike
	Graham, who is missing in action.

EXT. WINDOW OF CHURCH/INT. SUNDAY SCHOOL ROOM - DAY

INSERT window of church.  Peggy peers out the window at the
carnival scene.  Cindy sits with Maggie as she leans forward,
doubled over on a child's chair.  Peggy moves from the window to
sit with them.

			MAGGIE
		(moves to window)
	He's not coming.  Watch.  He's not
	coming.

			PEGGY
	No, no.  I saw eight geese flying in a
	"V".

			MAGGIE
	You and your lucky geese.  You always
	see geese.

			PEGGY
	Not eight...

			CINDY
	And in a "V".

			MAGGIE
	Eight is good... "V" could be Victory.

They ad lib various words starting with the letter "V".  Maggie
is nervous.

			CINDY
	Rub your ears.

			PEGGY
	Yes, rubbing your ears is very soothing.
	Cory does that to me when I
	hyperventilate.

Maggie rubs her ears.

			CINDY
	We do it to our dog.

			MAGGIE
	It's hurting.

			CINDY
	We'll rub.

After they rub Maggie's ears a bit:

			PEGGY
	He's here!  He's here!

They all squeeze and peer out window.  They scream in excitement.
Cindy rushes to Maggie's wedding dress.

			CINDY
	I'll get the dress.

			MAGGIE
	He's here!... He's here!

			PEGGY
	Now's the time for calm... If you don't
	calm down, you won't get your dress on...
		(reassuringly)
	He's the one... He's the one.

Peggy moves to help Cindy with the dress.  Maggie stands alone at
the window a moment.  She picks up a toy horse.

			MAGGIE
	This is not a good sign.

Maggie goes over to Peggy and Cindy, and starts to get into her
bridal gown.  They continue to ad lib words standing with the
letter "V".

			CINDY
	We have to hurry.  The Sunday School
	kids will be here soon.

						CUT TO:

INT. IKE'S CAR - DAY

Ike pulls up slowly.  GUESTS peer through the his car window and
wave.  Ike rubs his headache.

			JULIE MURPHY
	Well, the groom just pulled up.  There
	was talk of a "now show", but he is
	here.

			DINA NAPOLI
	Ike Graham is here!

IKE'SPOV:

He moves as he takes it all in:  a FAMILY eats a fast food picnic
on a neighbor's lawn, invited GUESTS flock by in their party
best, and local NEWS TEAMS block the way.  The STATE SENATOR is
making a speech welcoming the press to Maryland.  A large GROUP
of reporters head up the church's stairs, hauling their
equipment.  They enter the flood of PEOPLE streaming inside the
church.  Ike snaps.

EXT. IKE'S CAR - CONTINUING

Ike stops the car where it is and jumps out, slamming the door in
anger.  The REPORTERS swarm around him as he gets out of the car.
They continue to pound him with questions as he walks to church
steps.  An OLDER LADY smacks him on the shoulder with a
newspaper.  He turns in astonishment and continues up the
steps.  He charges up the stairs and grabs Lee.

			IKE
	Shoot ours so she has one with an
	ending.

Mrs. Pressman stands, shooting Ike with her video camera.

			IKE (cont'd)
		(pleading)
	Mrs. Pressman, please.

			MRS. PRESSMAN
	It's okay.  There's no microphone.
	You're no fun.

			IKE
	No, I'm not.

Ike retreats into the church.  Lee comes up to him again with his
video camera:  CHUFFA about Scorsese.

INT. CHURCH - CONTINUING

As Fisher and Ellie sign the guest book, a LOCAL LADY stares at
Ellie.  Ellie stares back at her until she leaves.  Ike walks
away from Lee and turns smack into Ellie and Fisher.  Ike puts
his arms around them and gives them a big hug.

			IKE
	Friends.  Thank you.  Thank you.

Over Ellie's shoulder, Ike sees Fisher's grinning face.

			IKE (cont'd)
	We are friends, aren't we, Fisher?

			FISHER
		(grinning)
	Of course we are.  Of course.

			IKE
	Then you'll be my best man.

			FISHER
	Well, I'm good, I don't know if I'm
	best.

			IKE
	Go talk to the pastor and he'll tell
	you what to do.  And someone will tell
	me what to do.

			ELLIE
	You always looked great in that suit...
	And Ike?
		(emotional)
	I'm happy for you, honey.

Ellie whispers in his ear.

			ELLIE (cont'd)
	I'll have a car around the back to
	whisk you out of here if she runs.

Ellie kisses him on the cheek and walks away.

ANGLE ON:

Bob comes up to Ike.  He looks like he's going to punch Ike, then
abruptly holds out a rose boutonniere.

			BOB
	You look awful.

			IKE
		(sarcastically)
	Thank you.

Bob hands the flower to Ike.  Ike is shaking.  Bob catches this
and looks up to Ike.  It is a moment of clean honesty between the
men.

			BOB
	Ike.  Need help?

He takes the boutonniere and puts it on Ike's lapel.

			BOB (cont'd)
	I'm glad it's you.

			IKE
	Really?

			BOB
	I didn't want to find out I wasn't for
	her in the fourth quarter.

			IKE
	Got any last minute advice?

			BOB
		(motioning to their eyes)
	Maintain eye contact.

Bob turns and leaves, going down a side staircase.

			IKE
		(to himself)
	Eye contact.  Eye contact.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ike sees a pictures of Christ on the
wall.  He leans into the picture and whispers.

			IKE (cont'd)
	Cover me.

He walks into the chapel.

INT. CHAPEL - CONTINUING

Ike steps up and stands next to Fisher.

			FISHER
		(to Ike)
	I have no idea what I'm doing.

			IKE
	Your job is... the ring.
		(to Fisher)
	Do you have the ring?!

			FISHER
	I just found out I'm best man!  I'm
	lucky I have a suit... What's wrong?

Ike gives the ring to Fisher.  The Pastor approaches Ike.  Ike
turns away and look out over the guests.

IKE'SPOV:  There are most of the TOWNSPEOPLE we've come to
know, plus some NEW YORKERS for Ike, with little ponytails.
Armani wire rims, Donna Karan bodysuits.  There's a lot of
smirking, checking out the hicks, forming their stories for
cocktail hour.  Elaine is in back all dressed in black, mourning
Ike.  Mrs. Trout approaches Ike.

			MRS. TROUT
	You should thank Lou and I for the
	wedding car -- a '63 Buick.

			IKE
	Thank you.

			MRS. TROUT
	Oh, come on.  You're practically family.

Mrs. Trout starts picking lint off Fisher's jacket.

			FISHER
	Hello.  I'm Fisher.

			MRS. TROUT
	This doesn't want to come out.

			FISHER
	You just pull a hair from my neck.

			IKE
	Mrs. Trout, go back to your seat!

INT. CHURCH FOYER - DAY

Peggy joins Maggie, who is blowing bubblegum and swaying in
front of an oscillating fan.  Grandma and Walter come in.
Grandma gives her a kiss on the cheek.

			GRANDMA JULIA
	Good luck, Maggie.

			MAGGIE
	Thank you, Grandma.

Grandma leaves.  Walter steps up.

			WALTER
		(quietly to Maggie)
	I'm really rooting for this one.

			MAGGIE
	Thank you, Dad.

Peggy turns off the fan.  Cindy takes the bag from Maggie.

			CINDY
	Spit.

Maggie spits her bubblegum into the bag.  Peggy hands Maggie her
bouquet.

			PEGGY
	Let's go.

			MAGGIE
	No sauntering down the aisle.  Just
	make time.  Let's just get there.

Cindy and Peggy nod and leave.  The door closes.

INT. CHAPEL - CONTINUING

Both extends his hand to Elaine.

			ELAINE
	Hi, I'm Elaine from New York.

			BOB
	Hello.  I'm Bob, Maggie's fourth
	attempt.

			ELAINE
	I'm sorry.

			BOB
	That's okay.  There's a lid for every
	pot.  Besides, I'm comfortable with Ike.
	I mean, Jack Dempsey lost his
	heavyweight title to a New Yorker.

				ELAINE
	I know.  Gene Tunney.

The organ begins to play.  The organist is Ted.  Grandma, Walter,
Mrs. Pressman and the Trouts watch.  Mrs. Trout picks lint off of
her husband's jacket.

ANGLE ON:

Cindy and Peggy enter with the confident air of people who have
done this before.  They make it to the head of the aisle all too
quickly.  Peggy gives Ike a wink and an encouraging smile.

INT. CHURCH FOYER - CONTINUING

The door opens and Dennis sticks his head in.

			DENNIS
	They're ready, Maggie.

			MAGGIE
	Just a second.

Dennis closes the door behind him as he goes back into the
chapel.  Maggie has a moment alone.  She looks at back door as
possible escape route, then changes her mind.  She signals the
start of the wedding by knocking on the door.

INT. CHAPEL - CONTINUOUS

Immediately, Cory and Dennis open the doors for her entrance.
All the guests stand as Maggie enter the chapel smiling.

MAGGIE'S POV:

The aisle stretches before her into infinity.  Faces goggle at
her from every direction.  The tiny figure of Ike stands like a
beacon a long way off.

NEW ANGLE:

She plunges forward with a sped-up hesitation step.

ANGLE ON:

Ike rocks imperceptibly, urging her on.  Peggy and Cindy make
little "come on" motions.  It seems to be working.  Maggie
approaches rapidly.  The CROWD has turned from skepticism to
looks and noises of encouragement.

ANGLE ON: MAGGIE

But then her feet gradually begin to slow.

ANGLE ON:

Fisher gives a little "darn, so close" look.

ANGLE ON:

But Ike is too busy maintaining eye contact.  His eyes urge
Maggie closer -- loving her, willing her on.

CLOSE ON:

Maggie stops her walk, gives Ike a teasing smile, and then
resumes with her walk toward him.  His face.  Her face.  His
face.  Her face.

CLOSE ON:

Her foot inches forward.  The other follows.

NEW ANGLE:

A sigh now rises from the GUESTS as Maggie closes in on Ike.  He
smiles at her.  She smiles at him.  She is almost there... She's
there, smiling at Ike.  The Pastor gestures to the guests to sit
down.  They do.

ANGLE ON:

Ike sneezes.  She looks down and imagines she sees the carpet
splitting apart.  And she bolts like a bat out of hell!  In a
flurry of white, she is halfway down the aisle before Ike knows
what hits him.

ANGLE ON:

Ike stands there dazed.  For a second.  Then she springs into
action, charging after her.

			IKE
		(yelling out)
	Block the doors!

Like a general, he points to Dennis and Cory in the back and
sends them into action.  The doors shut in Maggie's face.  But
she's a wild animal cornered.   She moves to the side.  The
TOWNSPEOPLE stand so Ike can hurry through the pew.  Ike climbs
on the pews towards her as GUEST crowd the aisle, blocking his
path.  Like a gazelle, she leaps to the side aisle and scampers
down and away.  Fisher gets on his cell phone.  Ike charges from
one of the full pews, crosses the aisle and leaps across the pews
near the staircase to cut her off.  He grabs her veil and it
comes off in his hands.  Maggie disappears down the steps of the
church basement.  Ike fumble with the veil and jumps over the
railing, landing on Dennis' toe.  He follows down the stairs
after her.  Mrs. Pressman and Walter exchange bet money.

						CUT TO:

INT. CHURCH BASEMENT - CONTINUING

Maggie comes down steps and enters the church children's Sunday
school class.  A lot of KIDS And TEACHERS are doing religious
arts and crafts.  As Maggie runs through:

			MAGGIE
	There's a man coming down those steps
	with lots of candy in his pockets.  If
	you tickle him, he'll give candy.

She gives her bouquet to a little GIRL as she goes by.  Ike comes
down stairs.

			IKE
	Maggie!

The KIDS mob him, grabbing his pockets.  Ike fights his way
through KIDS.

ANGLE ON:

Maggie as she's in the church kitchen and hops on counter and
heads out the window.  The window is wide enough.

ANGLE ON:

Ike as he gets to the window, but Maggie is out in driveway.

EXT. CHURCH DRIVEWAY - CONTINUING

Maggie flies toward a FedEx truck at next house just leaving.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

She gathers her dress and jumps in as Ike yells from window,
then, quickly climbs out onto the lawn as the truck starts to
pull away.

			IKE
	Maggie!

Maggie looks back once, tearful and regretful, and disappears
inside the truck.  The truck races off.

The PHOTOGRAPHERS turn their cameras on Ike, en masse.  He is
enveloped by a barrage of bright lights.

Ellie and Fisher, who have also stepped outside on chapel front
steps, are looking around as Ike turns around the corner and
past the church.

			ELLIE
	Look, he's running after her.

			FISHER
	Look, he's in pretty good shape.

			ELLIE
	Poor Ike.

They look after the FedEx truck and watch Ike chasing the truck
down the road away from the church.

			IKE
		(running; yells)
	Maggie!

			ELLIE
	Where do you think she's going?

			FISHER
	Wherever it is, she'll be there by ten-
	thirty tomorrow.

Cindy, Cory, Peggy and Meredith also rush out of the church and
comment on Maggie's runaway.  Further down the road, Ike still
chases the truck, yelling:

			IKE
	Maggie!

As the truck rounds the bend in the road and disappears, Ike
stops and stares alone after the disappearing truck.  A swarm of
REPORTERS catch up to him, flashing pictures and asking
questions.  Another camera flashes and we cut to:

A NEWSPAPER PHOTO

Of Ike's stunned face on the cover of the USA Today.  The caption
reads: "Hit and Run:  Runaway Bride Strikes again".  And we see
headlines in other papers.

"MAGGIE'S MAD DASH"
"HARDWARE HONEY GOES NUTS AND BOLTS"
"JOURNALIST WRITTEN OFF"
"BRIDE TAKES HIKE...NOT IKE"
"BRIDE TAKE RIDE"
"MAGGIE SAYS I DON'T"

NEWSPAPER MONTAGE:

INT. NEW YORK BAR - DAY

Kevin, the bartender, reads Jay's column, in the USA Today
entitled "Maggie's Mad Dash".

						CUT TO:

EXT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCK - DAY

Various newspaper WORKERS also read Jay's column in the USA
Today entitled "Maggie Mad Dash" and "Hardware Honey Goes Nuts
and Bolts" in another newspaper.

FADE IN

EXT. MAIN STREET/HALE - NIGHT (1-5 MONTHS LATER)

It's a night like any other in Hale -- the regular order of
things has been restored on its quaint streets.  Quartet sings
in front of the hotel.  LEE AND CORY CHUFFA:  About where Peggy
is.

INT. HARDWARE STORE - NIGHT

Maggie is sitting, end of a long day.  Peggy sticks her head in
entrance door.

			PEGGY
	You okay?  I'm closing.

			MAGGIE
	I'm just finishing up, too.

			PEGGY
	Want to go to Butch's for a drink or
	something?

			MAGGIE
		(interrupting)
	No, I'm just going to head home.

			PEGGY
	Okay.

Peggy starts to go, then moves close to Maggie.

			PEGGY (cont'd)
		(stepping closer
		 and making a "V"
		 with her fingers)
	You know, I was just thinking about
	that geese thing.  I think the "V" was
	half of a "W".  A "W" for...

			MAGGIE
	What are you talking about?

			PEGGY
	Wedding.  Wedding.
		(holding Maggie's face)
	You just have to get the rest of your
	ducks in a row.

			MAGGIE
	Thank you.  You still think that he
	was....

			PEGGY
	Quick.  Very quick.

Peggy exits.  Maggie stares, losing herself in thought.  Then a
VOICE startles her.

			VOICE
		(whispers)
	Marry me, Maggie.

Maggie jumps and turns to see:  DENNIS -- the kid from the high
school football team, popping up from a low position near the
counter.

			MAGGIE
		(softly)
	Hi, Dennis.

			DENNIS
	I am going to propose, you know.  I
	mean, the right way.  Soon as I turn
	eighteen.

			MAGGIE
	You're sweet, Dennis.  But you've got
	to go.  I'm closing up.  Here's a candy
	bar and one for your brother.

Dennis takes the candy and starts to go.

			DENNIS
	I'm not giving up.   A person shouldn't
	give up.

Dennis exits.  Maggie is alone.  She turns out the lamp she
designed, then on again.  She turns off the other lamp on the
counter and exits.  We hold on Maggie's designed lamp.

						CUT TO:

INT. IKE'S HALLWAY AND APARTMENT - NIGHT

Ike walks up to his door, carrying his mail and a bag of
carryout.  He opens the door and walks into his apartment.  He
pets Italics, who sits on his sofa bed.  Without taking off his
coat, he goes to his keyboard and plays music as he CHUFFAS to
his cat about marriage and divorce.

						CUT TO:

INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DAY

Dad and Grandma Julia are there.  Grandma is making lunch.
Walter is juggling oranges.  There's glass of beer on the
kitchen counter.

			WALTER
	That's Maggie.  Home for lunch.

			GRANDMA JULIA
	She's been doing this since the last
	wedding.  I don't think it's good.

Maggie walks in and kisses Grandma on the cheek.

			MAGGIE
	Hey.  Grandma, what's for lunch?

			GRANDMA JULIA
	Turkey and cheese.

			WALTER
	Honey, your grandmother and I were
	thinking about opening a wedding gift
	museum.

Walter laughs.

			MAGGIE
	STOP!

Walter looks at his daughter in surprise.  He's never heard a
tone like this in her voice before.

			WALTER
	What?

			MAGGIE
		(quiet fury)
	Just stop it.  Don't say another word
	like that.

			WALTER
		(putting down the oranges)
	Maggie, it's just a joke...

			MAGGIE
	No.  It's my life.

			WALTER
	A harmless joke.

			MAGGIE
	No, it's humiliating and you've been
	doing it since I was a kid.  I don't
	like it.  Stop.  You may not like
	having a daughter with problems.  But
	guess what?  I don't like having a
	father who's drunk all the time.  I'll
	eat in my room.

Maggie takes a plate and exits.

			GRANDMA JULIA
	That needed to be said.  You know --
	you're always making jokes about her,
	so they won't make jokes about your
	drinking.

Walter reacts.

						CUT TO:

INT. IKE'S APARTMENT - DAY

Ike goes out on his terrace.  He bounces a basketball.  It
doesn't bounce.  He sits on the steps of the patio an stares.

						CUT TO:

INT. MAGGIE'S WORKROOM/GYM - DAY

Maggie is kickboxing.

						CUT TO:

INT. MAGGIE'S WORKROOM/GYM - ANOTHER DAY

Maggie is a bit melancholy as she works on her lamps.

						CUT TO:

INT. IKE'S APARTMENT - ANOTHER DAY

Ike quietly sits in bed writing and staring into space thinking.
His cat sits on the windowsill.

						CUT TO:

INT. MAGGIE'S WORKROOM/GYM - NIGHT

Maggie jumps rope barefooted late at night.

			MAGGIE
	I need a plan... A plan to life... What
	would Bruce Lee do?  He'd kick some
	ass...

						CUT TO:

INT. MAGGIE'S KITCHEN - DAY

Maggie in front of plates full of all sorts of types of eggs --
scrambled, poached, sunny-side up, Benedict, soft boiled, etc
-- sits on the kitchen counter.  She ties them all.

EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DAY

Establishing shot.  Two MEN try to fix the engine of a taxi
outside the restaurant.

						CUT TO:

EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DUSK

Eke walks by the T-shirt Vendor, goes into a subway station.

EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DUSK

Ike crosses a busy street where a MAN is being arrested.  Ike is
passing the upscale "Millennium Hardware Store".  He glances at
the window, looks away, stops and looks again.  The window
display is made up of an assortment of Maggie's lamps.  Logo
"MAG" is on them.  He smiles and walks on.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK RESERVOIR - DUSK

Ike stares out at water as he walks.

EXT. IKE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

Ike walks along sidewalk, crosses street, enters his building.

INT. IKE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Ike opens the door to his apartment and flicks on the lights.  He
crosses to hang his coat in the closet.  In the closet mirror, he
sees and is stunned to find:  MAGGIE, sitting on the couch
holding Italics, the cat.

			MAGGIE
	Hello, Ike.

He closes the closet and crosses to his desk.

			IKE
	Don't tell me.  My doorman is one of
	your many admires... I knew I should
	have given him a better Christmas gift.

Maggie smiles tenuously.  She's more than a little terrified.

			MAGGIE
	I've been making friends with your cat.
		(then)
	Is it okay that I'm here?

			IKE
	I don't have much choice in the matter
	now, do I?  But I can't speak for
	Italics.
		(to Cat)
	Traitor!

He moves to the kitchen.

			MAGGIE
	I don't blame you for being mad...

Ike looks at her.  Apparently the word "mad" is an understatement.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	... Or... furious.

Ike looks at her again.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	... Irate?  Livid?  How's that?

He starts putting cat food in a bowl.  The cat leaves Maggie's
side and starts to east.

			IKE
	Livid is good.  So what is it, Maggie?
	You here on business?  I saw your lamps.
	They're terrific.

			MAGGIE
	It's something I've always wanted to do.

Ike leaves the kitchen, turns on the balcony lights and re-enters
the living room from the balcony.

			IKE
	You actually could make breaking and
	entering into a new career.
		(after opening
		 the glass doors)
	So, what are you doing here?

			MAGGIE
	I wanted to talk to you about why I run
	or ride away from things.

Ike moves away from her and sits on the steps near the balcony
window, listening.

			IKE
		(after sitting)
	Does it matter?

			MAGGIE
	I think so... When I was walking down
	the aisle?  I was  walking toward
	somebody who didn't have any idea who I
	really was.  And it was only half the
	other person's fault, because I had
	done everything to convince him that I
	was exactly what he wanted.  So it was
	good that I didn't go through with it
	because it would have been a lie, but
	you -- you knew the real me.

			IKE
	Yes, I did.

			MAGGIE
	I didn't.  And you being the one at the
	end of the aisle didn't just fix that.

Ike takes this in.  She's reaching him -- but then the defenses
go back up.  He turns to her.

			IKE
	No, I couldn't fix anything...
		(as he gets up)
	But I still ended up chasing a truck.

Ike moves out to the balcony.  After a moment, Maggie follows him.

EXT. BALCONY/IKE'SAPARTMENT - NIGHT

The balcony overlooks Central Park.  The twinkling lights of the
city stretch out across the beautiful night.  Ike looks out at
the view with his back to Maggie as she speaks.

			MAGGIE
	I understand why you bring up the truck.
	Let me explain something.  The fact is,
	you've seen me at my worst, most
	embarrassing, deviously plotting,
	potentially but not certifiably,
	psychotic state.  And if you liked me
	then, I mean, now... I can't imagine...
		(crosses to him)
	Benedict.

Ike has no response.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	I love eggs Benedict.  I hate all the
	other kinds.

She hesitates.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	... I hate big weddings with everybody
	staring.  I would like to get married
	on a weekday while everybody is at work.
	If I ride off into the sunset, I want
	my own horse.

			IKE
	Should I be writing this down?

She returns to the balcony and hands him the box.

			IKE (cont'd)
	What's this?

			MAGGIE
	These are for you.

He opens it.  It's her running shoes.

			IKE
	Used?

			MAGGIE
	They're mine.  I'm turning in my
	running shoes to you.

			IKE
	This is getting serious.

Now she is glowing at him, shining with the full force of her.

			MAGGIE
	And one more thing.  I know it's hard
	to believe there could be more.  Um...

Maggie glances around and spots a DECK CHAIR, which she turns so
it is facing the city lights.  Then she softly says:

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	If you could have a seat, please.

Ike sits.  Maggie takes the box from him and puts it aide.  And
then she gets down on one knee.

			IKE
		(laughing)
	Oh my God.  No.

Maggie smiles up at him.  Ike tips his head back and covers his
eyes with his hand.

			MAGGIE
	No, no -- don't hide your face, this
	only happens once in a lifetime.  It's
	definitely a first to me, and you're
	not going to want to miss it.

He smiles as he looks at Maggie.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	I love you, Homer Eisenhower Graham.
	Will you marry me?

Ike swallows, overwhelmed, overjoyed, and scared shitless.

			IKE
	Maggie, I gotta think about this a
	little bit.

Maggie hops cheerfully back to her feet.

			MAGGIE
		(cheerful)
	Good.

She gets off her knees and stands.

			MAGGIE (cont'd)
	I was hoping you'd say that.

			IKE
		(laughing)
	You were not.

			MAGGIE
	I was, because if you said "yes" right
	away, I wouldn't get to say this next
	part.  And I've been practicing it.
		(pulling up a chair
		 and sitting)
	Ready?

			IKE
	I'm listening.

			MAGGIE
		(tenderly)
	"I guarantee that we'll have tough
	times.  I guarantee  that at some point
	one or both oof us will want to get out.
	But I also guarantee that if I don't
	ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for
	the rest of my life. Because I know in
	my heart -- you're the only one for me".

Ike takes her hands affectionately.

			IKE
	Pretty good speech, Maggie.

			MAGGIE
	I borrowed it from this guy I know.
	So?

Ike looks into Maggie's shining face and pauses.  He gets up and
motions with his hand for her to stay seated.  He goes inside and
turns on some music.  The cat is sitting by the radio.  He
returns to the balcony and takes Maggie's hand.

			IKE
	Dance with me.

They start to dance a slow dance.

						DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. LARGE GREEN FIELD - DAY

We see a hill and on top of it is a Pastor marrying Maggie and
Ike, in beautiful wedding attire.  We see Maggie walk down a
leaf-lined aisle to a waiting Ike.  They kiss as we hear the vows
and hear them each say "I do".  They kiss a twirling, whirling
kiss, a circular kiss.  We hear the applause of about twenty
people.  Slowly, we see the twenty people come over the crest of
the hill.  They are all Maggie's family and friends, plus the
old grooms.  They are all paired in twos, like a love Noah's ark.
We see others get the news.

INT. CHURCH - DAY

Priest Brian hears about Maggie's wedding.

INT. BAKERY - DAY

Mrs. Trout hears about Maggie's wedding.

INT. NEW YORK BAR - DAY

George, Groom #3, hears about Maggie's wedding.

INT. ELLIE'S OFFICE OR APARTMENT - DAY

Ellie and Fisher hear about Maggie's wedding.

EXT. FIELD - DAY

ANOTHER ANGLE:

Maggie and Ike finally break the kiss.  Ike takes her hand and
walks her to two horses.  Ike and Maggie, on the two horses, ride
off happily in their wedding clothes.  As the group cheers,
Maggie throws bouquet.  We see it float in the air.

						FADE TO BLACK.

		THE END