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英语剧本《周年派对》

时间:2007-10-27 22:00:57来源: 作者:
Anniversary Party, The (2001)
by Alan Cumming and Jennifer Jason Leigh.

FADE IN:



TIGHT CLOSE - JOE THERRIAN - MORNING



He's in his mid-thirties, his face relaxed in sleep,

childlike.  Nestled soundly a tangle in the arms of his wife.



THE CAMERA STAYS CLOSE.  SLIGHTLY BLURRED, SOFT, SLOWLY

SWINGS ROUND



TIGHT CLOSE - SALLY THERRIAN



She's in her mid-thirties, with large deep eyes.  She watches

her husband unguarded in sleep.  Her pretty face, alert,

she's barely breathing.  Traces the just visible lines around

his eyes, and mouth.  Brushes fingertips against his

eyelashes.



TIGHT CLOSE - SALLY'S HAND PULLS THE BEDROOM SHADE.



It retracts with a loud WHACK, sun, sky, trees.



                   STEVEN (O.S.)

         And breath...and chataronga...



EXT. POOL AREA - DAY



We're in the middle of a yoga lesson.  Joe and Sally stand on

their mats.  Steven, their instructor, wanders around the

couple issuing soft-spoken instructions.



A large room with hard wood floors, dominated by a huge

fireplace.  The dining room on one side, living room on the

other.  Floor to ceiling windows overlook the back porch

garden pool... The house is classic Neutra.  All GLASS and

SMOOTH LINES.



The calm is broken by the telephone.  Joe and Sally ignore it

until the answering machine picks up.  They break their yoga

poses and listen.



The CAMERA hovers over the answering machine.



                   LUCY (O.S.)

             (over answering machine; sweet,

              British, slightly desperate)

         Joe, it's Lucy.  Remember me?  It's the

         black sheep here.  Bah...not funny.

         Haven't heard from you, need you, call

         me.  Love you madly.  Hi, Sally.  Joe,

         I'd love to talk to you before I go...



                   JOE

         Go where?



                   LUCY (O.S.)

             (over answering machine)

         It's a damn nuisance you aren't here, big

         brother.  Sorry I drone on.  I miss you.

         I lo--



The machine cuts her off.



NEW ANGLE



Joe and Sally have resumed their positions.  This wasn't the

call they were waiting for.



WIDE SHOT



AMERICA, forty-one, and ROSA, fifty, struggle up the steps of

the back porch carrying grocery bags and packages, come

through the sliding glass door...



THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THEM



Through the dining room and into the kitchen, watches the two

unpack groceries, flowers, etc., and start to dress the

dining room table.  They speak quietly to each other in

Spanish.



                   JOE

         America, could you just...



America closes the sliding doors between the kitchen and the

dining room, giving the couple their privacy.



                   JOE (CONT'D)

             (calls out)

         Thank you, America!



                   STEVEN

         Okay, let's just take a deep breath, let

         your ribs expand and relax.  And reach up

         and into downward dog.



Otis, the Bisenji/Sheperd mix, sleeping on his leopard

pillow, stirs, stretches and groans.



                   JOE AND SALLY

         Good boy, Otis.



The phone RINGS again.



                   VOICE (O.S.)

             (over answering machine)

         Hello, I have Dr. Harmon calling for

         Sally Therrian.



Sally jumps out of the down dog position and runs to the

phone, all angles.



                   SALLY

         Hello, hi, hi...and?  Thank God.



Sally stands with the phone to her ear, her back to Joe.



EXT. POOL AREA - CONTINUOUS



Joe watches her from his position, not concentrating on the

teacher waiting a sign.  Sally returns to the lesson.  They

do their handstands against the wall, on either side of the

front door.



                   SALLY

         No luck.



                   JOE

         Oh, well, we'll just have to try again.

         Sound like a plan?



Sally nods, she and Joe, at Steven's instructions, come out

of their handstands and lie on the floor in a stretched

relax, facing one another.



                   SALLY

         Happy anniversary, baby.



                   JOE

         Happy anniversary.



They smile.



                   STEVEN

         And change sides...



America slides open the dining room doors.  The dining table

is covered with bundles of freshly cut flowers.  Rosa is

singing in Spanish.



                   AMERICA

             (with the authority of long

              years of service)

         Mr. Joe, we have to have the house.  If

         you please now...



                   JOE

         It's yours.



The CAMERA glances off photos of the couple: portraits and

candids, their wedding day, with friends, on vacation,

tumbling on the lawn, and the like.

Some framed and hung, some taped to the fridge or simply

leaning on a shelf.  It's clear that at least a handful are

by the same photographer, black and whites, grainy and

beautiful.



There are lots of photos of Joe and his sister Lucy,

documenting their relationship from childhood.  There's an

ANNIE LEIBOWITZ photo-shoot of Sally carelessly displayed

somewhere.



INT. BEDROOM - LATER



Joe stands behind Sally in front of the full length mirror,

his arms around her, stroking her belly.



                   JOE

         I love you.  Most beautiful woman in the

         world.



                   SALLY

         Hardly...



                   JOE

         Accept a compliment.



                   SALLY

         I think you're the most beautiful woman

         in the world.



They move toward the bed.



                   JOE

         What did you get me?



                   SALLY

         In the morning, after everyone's gone and

         there's just us.



She pushes him on the bed.



                   JOE

         Kiss my eyes.



She does.



                   SALLY

         My wrists.



He does.



                   JOE

         Kiss the back of my knees.



                   SALLY

         Through the sweats or not?



                   JOE

         Not.



She pulls down his sweats.  She kisses the back of his knees.

He turns, stares up at her.



                   SALLY

         What?



                   JOE

         You didn't kiss anyone else's knees, did

         you?



Sally shakes her head.



                   SALLY

         No.  Did you?



                   JOE

             (after a beat)

         No.  I missed that.



                   SALLY

         I missed all of you.  We're okay, aren't

         we?



                   JOE

         We're great.



                   SALLY

         I mean, you're really back.



                   JOE

         For good.



They begin to make love...the phone RINGS.



                   JOE (CONT'D)

         Don't get it.



                   SALLY

         Well, it might be Clair.  They're

         threatening not to come...



                   JOE

         What?



                   SALLY

         They can't find a sitter...

             (into the receiver)

         Hello?  Excuse me?  Yes, uh, hold on.

             (she looks at Joe)

         Just a moment.

             (puts the call on hold)

         It's Skye Davidson.  She needs directions

         to the house.  You invited Skye fucking

         Davidson to our anniversary party?



                   JOE

         Okay.  I'm sorry, look, I meant to tell

         you.  It was the only chance I had to

         meet her.



                   SALLY

         You invited her to our anniversary party?

         I didn't even invite my mother.



                   JOE

         She goes on location tomorrow.  Sally,

         I'm sorry.  Look, I can't keep her on

         hold.



                   SALLY

             (pissed)

         No, no of course not.  It's Skye fucking

         Davidson, for fuck's sake.



                   JOE

             (regards her)

         You want me to uninvite her?



                   SALLY

         No, no of course not.  How old is she?

         Twenty-fucking-two?



She gets out of bed, starts into the bathroom.  The CAMERA is

with her.



                   SALLY (CONT'D)

             (into the bathroom mirror)

         And she's a stinking fucking actress, for

         fuck's sake.



                   JOE

             (into the receiver)

         Skye!

             (his face lights)

         I'm so glad you're able to make it...it's

         our sixth, actually.

             (flattered)

         You read the book again?  Well, no, the

         ending to chapter six...it's just that

         it's not filmic.

         We tried it in an earlier draft, but, it

         just wasn't filmic... Well, sure, we can

         absolutely look at that again.  If you're

         coming from Laurel, you want to take

         Sunset west, we're just past Will Rogers

         State Park.  Three blocks west of that,

         you want to hang right.  It's about three

         quarters of a mile up a big white thing

         on the left.



Sally's started the bath, and is watching him from the

doorway.  He meets her eyes mid-sentence.



                   JOE (CONT'D)

         Oh?  I don't think tonight.  I'm sure

         they're well behaved.  All our friends

         have dogs, and they always want to bring

         them.  We'd be outnumbered, you see?  So

         we sort of put a ban on it.  Sorry.



He rolls his eyes.  Sally walks back into the bathroom, she

isn't buying it.



                   JOE (O.S.) (CONT'D)

         I'm looking forward to meeting you, too.

         And Skye, I'm thrilled that you're

         willing to take this leap with me.

         Eternally grateful, really.



                   SALLY

             (into the bathroom mirror)

         I'm going to throw up.



                   JOE (O.S.)

         I can't imagine anyone else playing

         Genna.



                   SALLY

             (sanguine)

         Really?



INT. BEDROOM - LATER



The doorbell rings.  There are two closed doors on either

side of the room.  The bed shows no sign of consummated sex.

Joe comes through the left hand door, nearly dressed.



                   JOE

         Who the fuck can be here at this time?

         It's not even seven!



Sally comes through the other door, one shoe off, one on.



                   SALLY

         Oh Jesus, who else is always early for

         Christ's sake?



NEW ANGLE



Sally kisses his cheek on her way to the door.



                   SALLY (CONT'D)

         Promise you'll be nice to the neighbors.



                   JOE

         I'll say as little as possible.



Sally exits the bedroom.



HOLD ON JOE



For a moment, then Sally re-enters, kisses him deeply.



                   SALLY

         I love you.



INT. FOYER - EARLY EVENING



The house is filled with exquisite flower arrangements,

candles everywhere.



JERRY and JUDY ADAMS are on the porch, just beyond the glass

of the front door.  Their argument is inaudible.  They're in

their mid-thirties, conservatively dressed.  She's stunning,

genetically nervous.  Jerry carries a briefcase.  She's got

the gift.



Sally opens the door.  Hugs and buses them, hello.



                   JUDY

         I know we're early, we're so early.

         Sorry.



                   JERRY

         You have to sign your taxes anyway.



                   SALLY

             (a grin)

         Of course we do.

             (to Judy)

         We have to sign our taxes.



                   JOE

             (kisses Judy; all charm)

         You can never be too early or too thin.



                   JERRY

         Happy anniversary, buddy!  Six months

         ago, who would have thunk it?



Jerry hugs Joe.



                   JOE

             (sotto)

         Well, not me, to be honest.



                   JERRY

             (sotto)

         Don't fuck up again.  It's got a ripple

         effect.  Sally suffers, we all suffer.



                   JUDY

             (offers)

         We have a gift?



                   JOE

         Thanks, I'll take that.  Champagne?



                   JUDY

         Lovely.



Joe moves toward the kitchen.



                   JERRY

             (a moment, to Sally)

         We closed.



                   SALLY

         Fantastic.

             (takes his hand)

         Out here.



They step out onto the porch.  Judy's left alone, unsure

whether to follow or not.



                   JUDY

             (finally, to no one, and to no

              response)

         The house looks beautiful, are those

         hydrangeas?



She stands awkwardly in the middle of the foyer.



EXT. PORCH - CONTINUOUS



                   JERRY

         Joe officially owns No. 4, Cheyenne Walk,

         Chelsea, London, England.  No small

         doing.



                   SALLY

         I love you, you're a genius.



Behind them, in the foyer, Judy wanders aimlessly.



                   JERRY

         I suppose.  Sally, that's quite a gift.

         I'm not sure it's in your best interest.



                   SALLY

         I adore him.



                   JERRY

         The realtor'll be here tomorrow in the

         morning.  The house had to go on the

         market to insure the loan on the London

         flat.



                   SALLY

         I know.  I know that.  Don't spoil it.



                   JERRY

         What you earn has to double in order to

         cover expenses in London, it's an

         outrageously expensive city.



                   SALLY

         We've only been over this how many times?



                   JERRY

         You only made half your quote this year.



                   SALLY

         Well, you're a tower of support.



                   JERRY

         I worry because you don't.  It's my job.

         I'm feeling guilty.  I would've liked it

         if you waited until the two of you were

         on more solid ground.



                   SALLY

             (direct, simple)

         We couldn't be on more solid ground.



                   JERRY

         Whatever you say.  Listen, I love you.



Otis is barking.



                   JOE (O.S.)

         Otis!  No barking!



                   SALLY

             (touched)

         And Joe's huge in Europe.  He's like a

         rock star in London.  His novels sell

         millions.



                   JERRY

         Not millions.



                   SALLY

         He's directing now.



                   JERRY

         They're paying him scale.



The CAMERA catches sight of Joe behind them.  He moves

through the foyer and into the living room with a tray of

glasses and Judy in tow.



                   SALLY

         He gets huge advances on his novels.

         He's going back to that.  You know how he

         hates it here.



                   JERRY

         There's still time to undo this.



                   SALLY

             (kisses his cheek)

         We'll be fine.



                   JERRY

             (re: barking dog)

         Did you invite them?



                   SALLY

         The Roses?  And of course they said yes.



                   JERRY

         That was the plan.  And you're thrilled

         to have them.



                   SALLY

         Whatever you say.



                   JERRY

         Did you tell Joe to behave?



                   SALLY

         Yes.



                   JERRY

         Did he promise?



                   SALLY

         Scout's honor.



                   JERRY

         Before I forget.

             (pulls a novel from his

              briefcase)

         Put it on the bookshelf.



She flips the book -- on the back is a full page picture of

RYAN ROSE.



                   SALLY

         You're out of your mind.



                   JERRY

         Just do what I say, alright?



                   SALLY

         How much bowing and scraping do you want

         us to do?



                   JERRY

         Beats a lawsuit.



INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS



Joe and Judy sit on opposite sides of the sofa -- slightly

uncomfortable with each other.



                   JOE

             (to fill the silence,

              conspiratorial grin)

         I love gifts.  What did you guys get us?



                   JUDY

             (chokes on the champagne)

         Nothing that can't be exchanged.



                   JOE

         Oh.  Well.  Good.



                   JUDY

         Congratulations on the deal.  How

         exciting.  Is Sally doing Sally?  I mean

         it's Sally.  The character that's based

         on Sally.  The character that's based on

         Sally in the book.



                   JOE

         The novel.  No, Skye Davidson is playing

         the lead.



                   JUDY

         Oh my God, I'm a huge Skye Davidson fan.

         She's very beautiful.



                   JOE

         Yes, she is.



                   JUDY

             (trying harder)

         But I am right, yes?  She's based on

         Sally.



                   JOE

         It's a novel.



                   JUDY

         Still.  Well.  Let's drop it.



                   JOE

         Yes.



                   JUDY

         I'm not much of a reader, but I do love

         autobiographies, even biographies

         sometimes.  Mostly non-fiction.  Did you

         read the new Styron?



                   JOE

         No.



                   JUDY

         It's very good.

             (a moment)

         I understand you won the Booker Prize.



                   JOE

         Yes I did.



                   JUDY

             (another moment)

         Is your script much like the novel?

         Jerry says it's very good.  But you know,

         you read the novel, and then you see the

         movie - and most of the time you say,

         "what's this?" You know?  I sometimes

         think we're better off not reading the

         novel at all.  Because, we come with

         expectations... and of course, we know

         where we're going.  Don't you find?



                   JOE

         Don't I find what?



                   JUDY

         I don't know why Joe, we've known each

         other how long...



                   JOE

         Not long.



                   JUDY

             (benign)

         Don't be silly.



                   JOE

         Joking.



                   JUDY

         Yes I know.  I started to say... I

         started to say Joe that --



                   JOE

         Do I put you off?



                   JUDY

         You manage to throw me off balance.  I

         adore you.



                   JOE

         And I you.



                   JUDY

         But I'm always afraid I'll say something

         stupid.



                   JOE

         Ah.



                   JUDY

         And so I always manage to, do you see?

         Like the book/script thing, do you see?



                   JOE

         Mmm hmmm.



INT. FOYER



CAL and SOPHIA GOLD are there with their children - JACK and

EVIE - eight and six respectively.  Carrying gifts and totes

with toys and changes.  Jerry and Sally have gathered them up

and ushered them in.



                   SALLY

         You know Jerry.



                   CAL

         Yes, of course.



                   SOPHIA

         I'm the wife.  We've met.



                   JERRY

             (hugs her)

         You, I know.



                   SALLY

             (to Evie)

         Hey, beautiful girl.



She picks up the four-year-old, swings her around.  Jack

hides behind his father's legs.



                   SOPHIA

             (a grin)

         Jack?  Jack, you promised.



The little boy comes out from behind his father's legs,

covers his eyes with his hands.



                   JACK

             (sings)

         Happy anniversary to you.  We're glad Joe

         came home.  Don't split up again.  Cause

         we like the food.



Much laughter and clapping.



                   JOE

             (in the archway)

         Jack.  Did you compose that yourself?



                   CAL

         Absolutely.



                   JOE

         Had a little help?



                   CAL

         Absolutely not.



                   JOE

         It has your ring.



                   CAL

         I'm not that good.



                   JERRY

         Cal, my wife Judy.



                   JUDY

         Nice to meet you.



                   CAL

         I think we've met, actually.  No?  At

         another one of these things?



                   JUDY

         No, I don't think so.



                   JERRY

             (to Cal)

         Congratulations on the Academy Award.

         Great performance.  Really warranted.



                   SOPHIA

         He thought so.



                   JERRY

         Sally always manages to get robbed.



                   SALLY

             (a mortified grin)

         Enough about me.



                   SOPHIA

         Evie has a little something for you.



Evie shakes her head.



                   SOPHIA (CONT'D)

         You do.



                   EVIE

             (even)

         I don't think so.



                   SALLY

         Since when are you so shy?



                   EVIE

             (her mother's daughter)

         Never.



                   SOPHIA

             (bright smile)

         Honey, we have gifts for you and all

         sorts of surprises.  Where is America?  I

         know she's here somewhere.



Joe reaches for the gifts.



                   JOE

         I'll take them.



                   SOPHIA

         No, I have a little talking to do with

         America.  Privately.  I'll find her.



                   SALLY

             (to Sophia)

         In the kitchen.



                   JOE

         Who'd like to go and find Otis?



                   EVIE

         Me!



                   JACK

         I guess.



                   JUDY

         The infamous dog?



                   JOE

         He's the best dog in the world.

             (to Judy)

         They're both coming tonight.  Not my

         idea.



                   JUDY

         Ours.



                   JOE

         It's Jerry's worst idea.



                   CAL

         What's that?



                   JOE

         The neighbors from hell.  The kind that

         lay in wait.  I'd rather move actually.

         Wouldn't I?

             (to Sally)

         Wouldn't I?



                   SALLY

             (small smile)

         Yes.



                   JOE

             (to the kids)

         Okay.  Last one to find Otis is a smelly

         old bum.



Joe goes off with the children to find Otis.  Cal sits at the

piano, plays.



   INT. FOYER - FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS



Joe holds Evie in one arm.  Jack stands beside him, holds his

hand.  MONICA and RYAN ROSE face him across the threshold --

the NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS.  She's in her late twenties - and

beautiful, eyes everywhere - star struck and house struck.

Ryan is somewhat older, a little awkward in company,

swallowing resentment and a little self righteous.



                   JOE

         Well, hello you two.

             (putting Evie down; to Jack)

         These are the people who live next door.

         Say hello.



Jack does.



                   JOE (CONT'D)

         And close the door, Jack.  Because if we

         leave it open, Otis will run out and you

         know what will happen then?



                   JACK

         Uh, uh.



                   JOE

         He'll run next door into their backyard

         and he'll bark and bark and bark and eat

         their pitbull for his dinner.  Is it a

         pitbull?



                   RYAN

             (not amused)

         No, actually.



                   JOE

             (to Jack)

         Oh whatever.  We don't want that to

         happen, do we?



                   JACK

         No?



                   RYAN

         It's a rottweiler, actually.

             (to Jack)

         I don't think our rottweiler is in any

         danger, Jack.



                   JOE

         Well, Jack and I are very relieved.



                   RYAN

         I thought this was a party.  Are we going

         to talk about the dog thing?



                   MONICA

         Please, Ryan.



                   JOE

             (kisses her cheek and shakes

              his hand)

         No, he's absolutely right.  You're

         absolutely right, Ryan.  Dog talk must be

         banned.  Canine conversations are

         completely discouraged... it's really

         good of you to join us.  Can I get you a

         drink?



                   RYAN

         Not for me, thanks.



An awkward moment.



                   MONICA

             (checks with Ryan)

         Something soft.



                   JOE

         Right away.  Are you sure you wouldn't

         like something soft, Ryan?



                   RYAN

         I'm sure, yes.



Sally has watched some of this from the archway, joins them

super-friendly.



                   SALLY

         Hi.  Monica and Ryan?



                   MONICA

         Sally?



                   SALLY

         Yes.  And you've met Joe.



                   RYAN

         Yes.



                   SALLY

             (a deep breath)

         Well, so glad you decided to come.



                   MONICA

         We could hardly say no.



                   SALLY

         Oh?



Joe slips the coke into Monica's hand.



                   SALLY (CONT'D)

             (takes the gift)

         Thank you.  This was so unnecessary.  I

         hope you've noticed that Otis isn't

         barking as much.  We keep him in at

         night.



                   RYAN

         At 4:30 today he barked for a solid

         fifteen minutes.  I have it on tape.



                   SALLY

         You're keeping a record, are you?



                   RYAN

         It's just very distracting when you're

         trying to work.



                   MONICA

         Ryan.



                   RYAN

             (to Joe)

         I'm sure you understand.



                   SALLY

         Well the neighborhood is full of dogs,

         and it's not always Otis.



                   RYAN

         Well today it was Otis.  And you should

         keep him away from our yard.  Because

         Sheila will defend herself.



                   MONICA

         Ryan!



                   SALLY

             (cuts off response from Joe; to

              Ryan)

         Are you working on a new book?



                   RYAN

             (caught short; flattered)

         Well, yes, actually.



                   MONICA

         He always has two or three going...



                   SALLY

         Really?  Joe can't manage more than one

         at a time.  With huge gaps in between.



NEW ANGLE



MAC and CLAIR FORSYTHE wave from the door.  Clair's arms are

full of presents.  Mac carries three video cameras under his

arm.  He's got Otis by the collar.



                   MAC

         You lose this?



                   JOE

             (re: Otis)

         Ah there's our snookums now.



                   RYAN

         Yes, well, but I haven't won a Booker

         either.  Or the Whitebread.



                   MAC

         The gate was open.



                   SALLY

         Well, not yet.

             (she reacts to Mac)

         The gate was open?



                   JOE

         It's taken care of.



                   MONICA

         I think Ryan needs a new publisher.  I

         think he's outgrown him.  They're just

         not doing their job.



A silence.  Awkward smiles go all around.



                   SALLY

         Hors d'oeuvres or something?



                   MONICA

         Yes, great!  It's a beautiful house.



                   SALLY

         Thank you.  I understand you're an

         interior decorator.



                   MONICA

         Yes.



                   SALLY

         I so wish I'd known.



                   MONICA

         Well, whoever did this is amazing.



                   SALLY

         I did it.



                   JOE

             (comes on them with the

              Forsythes in tow)

         She rarely cops to it.

             (kisses Sally's cheek)

         Otis is home.



                   CLAIR

             (re: the gifts)

         Where can I put these?



Sally takes the gifts from her.



                   CLAIR (CONT'D)

         What a fucking day!  We only just got a

         sitter.  I don't know her from fucking

         Adam.  She could be a serial killer.  I'm

         going to have to call every ten minutes.

         You have to let me give out the number.



                   SALLY

         Of course.



                   MAC

         She already has.



                   CLAIR

         It's alright, isn't it?



                   SALLY

         Of course it's alright.



                   MAC

         Clair is a hovering mother.



                   CLAIR

         I'm not.



                   SALLY

         This is Monica and Ryan.  Mac and Clair.



Clair takes a glass of champagne off the tray as they make

their way down the hall.



                   CLAIR

             (a wide professionally

              ingratiating smile)

         So nice...



                   MONICA

         And for us... Truly.



                   CLAIR

         Well...



                   MONICA

         You will never know.



                   CLAIR

             (pleased)

         Oh.

             (to Sally)

         I have a four-thirty call.  AM.  So we

         may have to leave early.



                   SALLY

         Why didn't you bring him?



                   CLAIR

         What?



                   SALLY

         Why didn't you bring him?



                   CLAIR

             (searches)

         He's allergic.



                   SALLY

         Oh.



                   CLAIR

         To dander.  Otis.



                   SALLY

         Oh.



                   CLAIR

         Didn't I say?



                   SALLY

         Well, probably.



                   CLAIR

         They can tell from the eyelashes, you

         know?  He's got eyelashes yay long.  They

         must be a foot long.  The older you are

         when you have a baby, the more likely

         this stuff is to crop up.



                   SALLY

             (muted)

         Oh.



The Roses are happy to stand there on the fringe.  Next to

someone they've only seen on screen and magazine covers.



Clair's not in the least put off by them.  She manages to

smile at them inclusively from time to time.



                   CLAIR

         So they tell me.  Not soon enough, of

         course.

             (kisses her cheek)

         How are you, Sal?  You look fantastic.

         It changes your life, you know.  A baby.

         It puts everything in perspective,

         doesn't it.  Doesn't it, Mac?  You can't

         be the center of your own world, anymore.



                   MAC

             (as grounded as Clair isn't)

         It's an object lesson in grace.

             (on seeing Cal Gold on the back

              porch)

         Wow!  Look who's here before me!  My

         leading man is on time for once.



                   CAL

             (at the piano)

         Those who can't direct.



                   MAC

         Fuck you.



EXT. POOL AREA



Mac and Cal sit on the porch sharing a joint.  Cal is maybe

the only living complete works of Shakespeare and pulls out

his most arcane quotes on occasion.



                   CAL

         Are those our dailies?  You're totally

         outrageous.  It's their anniversary.  Is

         nothing sacred!  Well...so...how am I?



                   MAC

             (laughing)

         Oh man, you are so fucking funny in the

         kitchen scene.



                   CAL

         I liked the third take, the accidental

         disaster with the silverware.



                   MAC

         Nothing you do is accidental...



MEDIUM FULL SHOT



The CAMERA spots GINA TAYLOR through moving bodies.  Tall,

beautiful, centered grace.  She's got a Leica around her

neck... drops her two large camera bags on the floor.



Several of the other guests greet her, Mac among them.



TIGHT CLOSE



Joe sweeps her up to his arms.  It's an intimate,

appreciative embrace.  Theirs was a mid-30s relationship,

certainly pre-Sally.  Maybe his first important love.



                   GINA

             (re: the cameras)

         I'm the hired help.



                   JOE

             (affectionate)

         Fuck you.



                   GINA

         I never put myself in harm's way.



                   JOE

         Anymore.



                   GINA

         No, not anymore.  Happy anniversary,

         scout.



NEW ANGLE



Sophia bursts from the kitchen.



                   SOPHIA

         Oh my God!  America told me your

         neighbors are coming?



                   SALLY

         And here they are!



                   SOPHIA

         And she was saying how happy you were to

         finally have them over.  Because you're

         both, so, what - introspective?  And you

         should have done it ages ago.  I'm Sophia

         Gold.

             (rescuing Sally)

         Come meet my husband, Cal.



                   MONICA

         Cal Gold?



                   SOPHIA

         The very one.  And you are...



                   SALLY

         Monica and Ryan.



                   RYAN

         Rose.



                   SOPHIA

         Sorry?



                   RYAN

         Ryan Rose.



                   SOPHIA

         Yes.



She shakes his hand.  He's amazed at the solid grip.



                   SALLY

         He's a novelist.



                   SOPHIA

         Ah.



                   SALLY

         Like Joe.



                   SOPHIA

         Hmm.

             (to Sally)

         Where are my kids?



                   SALLY

         In the guest room.  I've laid out a paint

         table for them.



                   SOPHIA

         I hope they're watercolors!



                   SALLY

         Nevermind.



                   SOPHIA

             (to Monica)

         Would you like to meet my husband?



It's all Monica can do to keep from putting her hand to her

chest.



                   MONICA

         I'd be thrilled.



                   SOPHIA

         Then he'll be thrilled.



She ushers them toward the living room.



                   JOE

             (re: Sophia, appreciative)

         She's such pure evil.



Sally approaches, gives Gina a warm kiss on the chest.



                   SALLY

         Thanks for coming.



                   GINA

         Happy anniversary.  You're a good match,

         you two.

             (to Joe)

         Can you help me with this stuff?



                   JOE

             (re: one of her bags)

         That for us?



                   GINA

         What a nose.  You missed your calling.



                   JOE

         Can I open it?



                   GINA

             (defers)

         Sally?



                   JOE

         Please?



                   SALLY

         He's impossible.  Go on then.



Joe rips open the gift.  It's a framed black and white of

Joe, Sally and Otis lying on the couch.  It's clear which

photos in the house are Gina's.  It's a breathtaking print,

an amazing caught moment.  All light and shadow.  A touching

study.



                   SALLY (CONT'D)

             (respectful of the talent)

         It's beautiful, thank you so much.



Joe, moved somehow, hugs Gina to him.  Kisses her.



                   JOE

         I love you,  Gina Taylor.



Sally's uncomfortable, a little jealous... feels intrusive.

Aware that Gina got there first.  Knew him when.  And always

captures something naked and vulnerable in his face.



                                                    CUT TO:



INT. GUEST ROOM - CONTINUOUS



In the center of the room a low table with paints and crayons

and glue and baubles.  Two child size chairs either side.

Empty, the table hasn't been touched.



Evie stands against the far wall.  She wears a helmet and is

surrounded by toy suction arrows.  The arrows make a perfect

outline of her head and body.  Jack stands three feet away,

bow in hand -- the archer prepares his next shot.



INT. LIVING ROOM



Cal is at the piano, charming the neighbors.  Judy chats with

Mac.  Jerry is on his cellphone, holding his Palm Pilot, his

hand pressed against his ear to block out the chatter.  Sally

joins Cal on the piano stool.  Sophia moves to Clair on the

couch, kisses her cheek.



                   SOPHIA

         You look so well, Clair.  A wraith.



                   CLAIR

             (pleased)

         You think so!?  I've been working out a

         lot since the baby.

         And I've been working.  And that takes

         it's toll, you know.



                   SOPHIA

         I'm glad that's all over for me.



                   CLAIR

         Don't you miss it?



                   SOPHIA

         Never.



                   CLAIR

         Really.



                   SOPHIA

         Not for a second.  Cal can have all that.



                   CLAIR

         Really?



                   SOPHIA

         So where is young Jonah?



                   CLAIR

         With a sitter.  We have a sensational

         sitter.  Jonah's really comfortable with

         her.  You know, a second mom sort of.

         Like part of the family.  Amazing with

         kids.



She inadvertently touches the beeper on her belt, and it

beeps.  She jumps.



                   SOPHIA

         What is that thing?



                   CLAIR

         So this sitter can always reach me.  I'm

         still not used to leaving him.



                   SOPHIA

         You should have brought him.



                   CLAIR

             (shrugs)

         Dander.  He's allergic.  Otis.



                   SOPHIA

         Oh.  Do you have any pictures?



                   CLAIR

         Pictures.  They're always in my tote.  I

         left my tote in the damn trailer.  But!

         He's Mac all over again.  Imagine Mac

         shrunk to two-and-a-half feet.  The fact

         is they probably didn't even need me for

         this birth.



                   SOPHIA

         Are you the funniest person I know, or

         what?



                   CLAIR

         I can't think how you gave it all up,

         Soph.



Sophia sends her a soft, content smile.  Otis comes over and

nuzzles Clair's knee.



                   CLAIR (CONT'D)

             (freeks)

         Oh my God, the dog!



INT. KITCHEN/HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS



Clair leads Sally towards the bedroom.



                   CLAIR

         It sounds hysterical, but Otis just

         rubbed up against me and I'd kind of like

         to change into something of yours.  You

         know it could be disaster.  He's so

         allergic.  It's terrifying.



                   SALLY

         Borrow whatever you like.



                   CLAIR

         I'll change back before we leave.



                   SALLY

             (pointed)

         Whatever you like.  I'm afraid it'll all

         be too big for you.

             (a moment)

         Are you alright, Clair?



                   CLAIR

         I'm fine.  I'm fine.  Well, I'm a little

         stressed.  And I've been taking pills to

         get my weight down since the baby.



                   SALLY

         I'd say it was down.



                   CLAIR

         And the doctor said they might make me a

         little jumpy.  I've got a ghastly

         headache, actually.



                   SALLY

         You want a Tylenol, or something?



                   CLAIR

         I'd love a Xanex.

             (a moment)

         Sally, please don't tell Sophia that I'm

         not breast feeding.



                   SALLY

         Why would she care?



                   CLAIR

         You know Sophia.  She's so damned

         judgemental.  And she's so damned...

         perfect.  And so fucking... serene.  Just

         fucking don't tell her.  Because you know

         Mac thinks she's God.  And I can feel him

         comparing.



                   SALLY

         You need to knock off the pills, Clair.



                   CLAIR

         Just don't fucking tell her.



                   SALLY

         It's not going to come up.



INT. FOYER - LEVI PANES THROUGH THE GLASS DOOR - DAY



A Peter Sellers look-a-like holding a violin case.



                   JOE

             (opens the door)

         Panes!  How are you?



                   PANES

         Oh, you know, I am.



                   JOE

         Has she called?



                   PANES

         She'll never call again.  She called last

         week to tell me she'll never call again.

         Where's Sally?



                   SALLY (O.S.)

         Here I am.  Panes, my love!



Sally starts down the hallway.



                   SALLY (CONT'D)

             (for Panes; a long supportive

              hug; a kiss)

         Good, you brought your violin.  I want

         you to play.



                   PANES

         It's a machine gun.  I thought I'd kill

         myself.



                   SALLY

         Are you lovesick?



                   PANES

         Suicidal.  It's much less codependent.



                   SALLY

         Will champagne help?



                   PANES

         Not enough.



Sally takes Panes into the living room where everyone chats,

drinks, smokes.  They all like each other out of habit, if

nothing else.  Ryan and Monica are on the fringe, stand at

the edges of conversation.  There's always someone at the

piano, and they can all pretty much play.



                   SALLY

         Panes is here!



                   PANES

             (gives everyone a shy, pained

              little wave)

         Oh great.



Everyone stops, turns, toasts.



                   EVERYONE

         Panes!



                   MONICA/RYAN

             (a little late; into silence)

         Panes.



Panes gives them another little wave.  Doorbell rings.



TIGHT CLOSE - SKYE DAVIDSON



                   SKYE

         Hi.



She's the young, beautiful actress who'll play the lead in

Joe's film.



                   JOE

             (his face lights up)

         Skye!



She's in jeans, but somehow looks dressed to the 9s.



                   SKYE

         You're Joe, aren't you?

             (nods knowingly)

         I recognized you from the book jacket.



Joe grins from ear to ear.  Uncharacteristically star struck

in front of this beauty.



                   JOE

         How do you do, Skye?



                   SKYE

         Oh, I love that.

             (throws arms around him)

         I'm just great.  I'm so happy to be here.

         And I apologize for invading you.  And

         I'm so happy you asked me to.  I'm so

         touched.  I know how private you and

         Sally are.



                   JOE

             (uncomfortable)

         Yeah, well, it's just us and a few

         hundred of our closest friends.



                   SKYE

             (genuine)

         When I read your work I felt that you

         knew me.  Women must tell you that.  And

         this one in particular speaks to me, do

         you know?  I am Genna.  How many women

         must tell you that.  And the script is

         wonderful.  Wonderful and lean and

         visual...



                   JOE

         I'm so happy you like it.  I'm so

         relieved you said yes, and I'm really,

         um, what, thrilled, yes actually, to

         finally meet you.



                   SKYE

         You're going to be a remarkable director,

         a brilliant director.



There's a long moment.



                   JOE

             (finally)

         I think you're my first Goddess.



Sally and Panes have been watching from the living room.



                   PANES

         She's even better looking in the flesh.



                   SALLY

         Really?  I need a drink.  Come hide with

         me.



INT. KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER



America and Rosa are working at the counter, Panes and Sally

come through.



                   SALLY

         Oh, Jesus, Panes.  I can't, I can't

         believe that bitch is in my house.



                   PANES

         You don't know she's a bitch.



                   SALLY

         She's all over him, are you blind?



                   PANES

         It could be worse.



                   SALLY

         How?



                   PANES

         She could be playing the role in Joe's

         movie that should be yours.



                   SALLY

         Fuck you, Panes.



                   PANES

         You see, that's worse.



                   SALLY

         I just wanted tonight to be with the

         people we love.



                   PANES

         Like your business managers?



                   SALLY

         They're not just our business managers,

         Panes.



                   PANES

         Oh, okay, forgive me.  Your neighbors are

         here, for fuck's sake.



                   SALLY

         Exactly what I mean.  It's all ruined.



                   PANES

         It's not ruined, for fuck's sake.  It's

         one of your parties.



                   SALLY

         I don't want it to be just one of our

         parties.



                   PANES

         "How are you really doing, Panes?"

         "Lousy, thank you, I'm falling apart."



                   SALLY

         Like the last time.



                   PANES

         No.  No, not like the last time.  She was

         the rest of my life.



                   SALLY

         Like the last time.



                   PANES

         I wasn't finished.



                   SALLY

         Okay.



                   PANES

         "We can't stand seeing you like this,

         Panes.  I hate you being alone.  Why

         don't you stay with us for a while?"

         "I'd love to, thanks."



                   SALLY

         It's our anniversary, Panes.



                   PANES

         I didn't hear me say tonight.



                   SALLY

         We're just feeling our way back.



                   PANES

         "Otherwise, we'd insist on your being

         here."



                   SALLY

         You know it's true.



Skye bursts into the kitchen, Sally and Panes freeze.



                   SKYE

             (stuck)

         Oh my God, sorry.  I'm interrupting.



                   SALLY

         I'll be right out.



                   PANES

             (over Sally)

         Come on in.



                   SKYE

         I'm in the same room with Sally Nash.  Oh

         my God.  You're my icon.  I've been

         watching your films since I was a little

         girl.  Like, four years ago I followed

         you all around the Beverly Center - at

         least half a day, working up the courage

         to introduce myself.



Joe enters the kitchen, watches.



                   SALLY

         I don't think I ever spent half a day in

         the Beverly Center.



                   SKYE

         Whatever, do you remember?  I've seen all

         your movies.  When I was in rehab, the

         second time, they wouldn't even let us

         see your drug addict movie.  They said

         you were too real.  I worship you.  And I

         couldn't be more flattered, because I

         know the part I'm playing in Joe's movie

         is based on you as a young woman.



Joe winces, uncomfortable, picks up the bottle of wine and

leaves.



                   SKYE (CONT'D)

         And I'm overwhelmed.  And I want to do it

         justice.  And I hope we can spend time

         together.  And I'm gushing.  It's my

         worst quality.



                   PANES

         Not at all.



                   SKYE

         Oh my god.  I've been so rude.  I'm Skye

         Davidson.  Has anyone ever told you, you

         look like Peter Sellers?



                   PANES

         No, never.



                   SALLY

             (overlapping Panes)

         Everyday.



                   PANES

         I'm Levi Panes.  Will you excuse us,

         Skye?  It's time for Sally's meds.



Panes steers Sally out of the kitchen.



                   SALLY

         It's nice to meet you... again.



They go.  Skye is left in the kitchen alone.



                   SKYE

             (to America)

         Oh my God, she remembers me!



INT. FOYER - MEDIUM CLOSE



Sally and Panes start down the hall in search of privacy.



                   SALLY

             (under her breath)

         Thank you, thank you, thank you.



                   CLAIR

             (on the way down; a dream in

              white)

         My God, your wardrobe is incredible.  It

         took me forever to decide.  Oh, and I

         found Dr. X, thank you.  You saved my

         life.



She moves past them.



                   SALLY

             (a moment; sotto)

         Shit!



                   PANES

             (re: the dress)

         I'd cut off her red wine if I were you.



                   SALLY

         Shit.  It's my Galiano.



                   PANES

         What does that mean?



                   SALLY

         About five thousand dollars.  With my

         discount.



The CAMERA follows them into the bedroom.  They flop down

onto the bed and into FRAME.



INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS



More guests have arrived.  Sophia and her children play with

Otis.  America and Rosa pass round hot hors d'oeuvres.



Joe places Gina's photo on the mantelpiece.



                   GINA

             (regards him)

         Directing suits you.



                   JOE

         I'm not so sure.  Look again in three

         months.



                   GINA

         It must be nice having so many strangers

         kiss your ass all of a sudden.



                   JOE

         Ow!  Gina, you obviously need to get

         fucked.



                   GINA

         Just did.  Jealous?



                   JOE

         When does he graduate high school?



                   GINA

             (laughing)

         Oh, very jealous.



Joe laughs.



                   GINA (CONT'D)

         I saw Lucy when I was in London, she

         seems okay.  It's hard to tell with her.



                   JOE

         Shit, I forgot to call her back.  She's

         off on a trip somewhere.  Oh God, my

         grandad's flat in London's been sold.



                   GINA

         In Cheyene Walk?  Lucy's going to have a

         meltdown.  Oh, I'm so sorry.



                   JOE

         I should have damn well bought it.  Well,

         we can't afford it.  The movie's going to

         eat up a year of my life and I'm getting

         paid next to nothing.  Do you know how

         much Skye Davidson's getting?  Four

         million.



                   GINA

         Yeah, but I hear she gives a mean blow

         job.



                   JOE

         You really need to be fucked.



INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS



                   SALLY

         So how are you really doing, Panes?



                   PANES

         Why don't you go fuck yourself?



                   SALLY

             (laughs)

         No.  Really.  For real.  Really.



                   PANES

         I'm worried about your Galiano.



                   SALLY

             (slaps him)

         You're a shit.



                   PANES

         No, really, five thousand with your

         discount.



He rolls out from under her swat, she misses him.



                   PANES (CONT'D)

         You hurt, you know.  You're stronger than

         you think.



They lie prone across the bed, about a foot apart.

Contemplating the floor.



                   PANES (CONT'D)

             (finally)

         How's the movie going?  Your movie.  You

         are making a movie, aren't you?



                   SALLY

         Yes.  Fine.



                   PANES

         That's it?  Yes.  Fine?



                   SALLY

         I don't want to talk about it.



                   PANES

         Why not?



                   SALLY

         I never like to talk about my work.



                   PANES

         Alright.  Well, that's something new.



                   SALLY

         No.  Not something new.



                   PANES

         Well, something's wrong.



                   SALLY

         Nothing's wrong.  It's great, okay?

         Having the time of my life.  Mac's a

         fantastic director.  And what can anyone

         say about Cal that hasn't been said.  And

         it's great working with friends, blah

         blah blah.



                   PANES

             (a moment; little smile)

         Um.  Happy for you.



                   SALLY

         Thanks.



                   PANES

         So tell me, how's it going?



                   SALLY

         Oh you know.  No doubts.  No second

         thoughts.  Am I a monster?



                   PANES

         You're my best friend.



                   SALLY

         That's not an answer, is it?



                   PANES

         Yes, you're a monster.



She takes his hand.  Sounds of the party come from below.



                   SALLY

             (a moment)

         Thank you, Panes.



                   PANES

         You don't need to thank me.



                   SALLY

             (another moment)

         We're going to have to go back out there.



                   PANES

         I guess.



But neither of them moves.



INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS



SANFORD JEWISON is at the piano playing his own stuff,

oblivious to the din.  The CAMERA gets a glimpse of Ryan

through the French doors at the pool, alone, a glass of

Perrier in his hand.



MEDIUM CLOSE



Monica alone, uneasy, starts to pour herself a glass of

champagne.  Jeffrey gets to the bottle first.



                   JEFFREY

         Let me.

             (pours for her)

         I'm Jeffrey.



                   MONICA

         Monica.



                   JEFFREY

         And you know our friends, how?



                   MONICA

         We live next door.



                   JEFFREY

         Oh.  You're them.



                   MONICA

         Excuse me?



                   JEFFREY

         We've heard lots about you.



                   MONICA

             (lost)

         You have?



EXT. POOL - CONTINUOUS



Judy Adams lost herself a little, steps outside, sits

alone...



                   JUDY

             (smiles over at Ryan)

         Hi.



                   RYAN

         Hi.  A little close in there.



                   JUDY

         Yup.



INT. MUSIC LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS



A small, narrow room.  Not much more than an alcove.  With

space for a desk, stereo equipment, and shelves packed with

CDs.  The topmost shelf is a line of record albums.



Joe's picking through the CDs.  Monica wanders in from the

living room, toting a glass of champagne... watches him for a

moment.



                   MONICA

         Your Eames table is incredible.  And the

         B&B.  I just put that in a client's home,

         actually, but in red.



                   JOE

         You're an interior decorator, right?



                   MONICA

             (nods)

         Sally did all this herself?



                   JOE

         In fits and starts -- and then, later, of

         course, she had to accommodate me.  So

         things shifted a little bit then, became

         more eclectic.  And it keeps changing.



                   MONICA

             (somehow at a loss)

         Mmm.  It says something about the two of

         you maybe.



                   JOE

         Yeah, we're in a constant state of flux.

             (re: champagne)

         I see you've moved up from the soft

         stuff.



                   MONICA

         Oh, yes.  You know Ryan's been sober

         eight years.  And it's difficult if I...

         you know.  It's better if I don't.



                   JOE

         Uh-huh.



                   MONICA

         I'm a little nervous, so...



                   JOE

         Oh.



                   MONICA

         A little out of my element.



                   JOE

         No you're not.



                   MONICA

         Well, yes.  Yes, in fact.  A little on

         the outside, yes.  And there's been all

         this friction.



                   JOE

         Hm.



                   MONICA

         I don't know why, but these

         misunderstandings have a way of

         escalating.



                   JOE

         Very well put.



                   MONICA

         I think a lot of this could have been

         avoided if Sally made more of an effort.



                   JOE

         What?



                   MONICA

         But you're very private people.  You

         know, there's a kind of elitism...



                   JOE

             (pissed)

         Elitism?



                   MONICA

         The wrong word, maybe.  Delete that.

         And, you know, the dog barks incessantly.



                   JOE

         And you know, he really does not.



                   MONICA

         And Ryan works at home.



                   JOE

         And your phone calls are nasty and

         abusive.  And I've come this close to

         suing you for harassment.  And you're

         only here because we're supposed to be

         sucking up to you.



Her eyes well with tears.



                   JOE (CONT'D)

         Oh shit.  I'm sorry.



                   MONICA

         Well, that's what Ryan thought.  I was

         more generous, actually.



                   JOE

         Oh shit.  I'm sorry.  I'm a total fucking

         maniac.  Delete all that, okay?  I spoke

         for myself, this needn't rub off on my

         wife.  Oh shit.  I get pissy sometimes.

         Much worse than Otis.  Otis doesn't bite.

         It's just, I really love my dog and he

         doesn't really bark a lot.

         We live in a canyon.  We hear dogs

         barking at night, too.  And it's not

         Otis.



Monica starts to laugh.



                   MONICA

         Alright.



It appears she's consumed more than one glass of champagne.



                   JOE

         Easy tiger.



                   MONICA

         Alright.  Please don't tell Ryan I'm

         drinking.



                   JOE

         Scout's honor.



                   MONICA

             (grins)

         I'll be your best friend.



She feels they've bonded.  She pulls a well-thumbed copy of

Joe's novel from her purse.



                   MONICA (CONT'D)

         Would you sign it for me.

             (digs for a pen)

         I'm sure this is inappropriate.



                   JOE

         We're way past inappropriate.



Monica giggles, presses back the bubble rising in her chest

and moving toward her throat.  Manages not to burp.



                   MONICA

             (as he signs it)

         I'll treasure this.



He moves towards the doorway, Monica at his heals.



                   JOE

         I need to leave you now.



                   MONICA

         I will treasure this.



                   JOE

             (shouting down the hall)

         Sally!!!!



INT. DAILIES ROOM - LATER - DAY



Sally's team prepares clues for charades.  Sally writes them

down, throws them in a bowler hat.  Her teammates are Panes,

Sophia, Mac, Ryan, Sanford and Jeffrey.



                   SALLY

         Panes?



                   PANES

         From Jewish Folk Poetry, a song cycle...



                   MAC

         What?



                   SALLY

         Trust him.



                   PANES

         It's Shostakovich.



Ryan spots his book on the shelf and pulls it out, delighted.



                   SALLY

         Sandy...



                   SANFORD

         The Wind Up Bird Chronicle.



                   SALLY

             (turns to him)

         Ryan?



                   RYAN

             (pleased)

         I didn't know you had this.



                   SALLY

         Oh.  Well, yes.  It's extraordinary.  You

         think you could sign it for us?



                   RYAN

         Absolutely.  You always wonder where your

         books end up.  Why don't we use it?



                   JUDY

         Good idea.



                   RYAN

         There's not a chance in hell anyone will

         get it...



                   MAC

         Down by Law.



                   SOPHIA

         Who's not going to get that in fifteen

         seconds.



INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS



Joe's team works on it's clues.  Teammates: Gina, Cal, Clair,

Skye, Monica, Jerry and Mary-Lynn.  Everyone is talking over

each other and fighting for attention.  There are a lot of

strong personalities here.



                   JOE

         Can we... one at a time?  Hold it down,

         and one at a time.  You're last, Cal.



                   CAL

         Why last?



                   MONICA

         The Katzenjammer Kids.



There's a hush.



                   MONICA (CONT'D)

         You know.  It's the Funnies.  The

         Katzenjammer Kids.  It's my mother's

         favorite charade's clue.  No one ever

         gets it.



Pause.



                   JOE

         Alright.  Good.  Fine, I vote for that.



He writes it down.



                   MONICA

         With a "Z."  K. A. T. Z.



                   GINA

         When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He

         Thinks Like a King What He Knows...



People hoot, throw their cocktail napkins.



                   GINA (CONT'D)

         What?



                   SKYE

         Utopia Parkway...



They all start talking on top of each other again.



INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER



The teams have come together.



                   JOE

         Who's keeping time?



Mac raises his hand on Sally's side, Jerry on Joe's.



                   JOE (CONT'D)

         Two minutes.



                   SALLY

             (deferring first turn to Joe)

         It's alright.  Be our guests.



She offers the hat.



                   JOE

             (offers the hat)

         You darling.



Panes reaches into the hat.



                   PANES

             (reads clue; to Joe)

         What is it?



Joe whispers to him.



                   PANES (CONT'D)

         What's a sign for that?



                   JOE

         Come on, Panes...



                   JERRY

         Go!



Panes mimes a belly laugh.



                   JEFFREY

         What the hell is that?



                   SALLY

         What is it Panes?



Panes sighs.



                   SOPHIA

         Two words.



He belly laughs.



                   JUDY

         Funny.



A finger to his nose - elongate the word.



                   SANFORD

         Funnies?



Panes does an "ON THE NOSE."  Gets on all fours.  Licks his

paws.



                   RYAN

         The Katzenjammer Kids.



The team applauds delight.  Panes preens.  Joe's team looks

over at Monica.



                   JERRY

             (already pissed)

         It's only just started.  Great.  The

         husband's on the other fucking team.



Jerry reaches into the hat.  Looks at the clue.



                   MAC

         Go.



                   JERRY

         Hey!  Would you?



                   MAC

         It was fifteen seconds.



                   JERRY

         I don't think so.



                   MAC

         Are you always this much fun?



                   SALLY

             (a grin)

         Take your time, Jer.



                   JERRY

         I'm ready.



He gives the clue "a song."



                   CAL

         Song.



He gives "cycle."



                   GINA

         Cycle.



                   CAL

         Two words.  Second word.



Jerry goes to work on "sounds like" for the word Jewish.

Strokes beard, thinks, tries "sounds like" again.



                   TEAM

         Think.  Pain.



                   CAL

             (among others)

         Ponder.



                   JERRY

         Come on, folks.



                   CAL

         First word.



Jerry does the sign for the "short word."



                   TEAM

         To, the, but, or...



Jerry shakes his head.  Goes to the third word.



                   TEAM (CONT'D)

         Third word.  One syllable.



Jerry pulls his ear, "sounds like".  Slides his finger

through the O created by his thumb and forefinger.



                   TEAM (CONT'D)

         Fuck...sounds like... Fork.  Flock...



he does the finger sign again.



                   TEAM (CONT'D)

         Fuck.  Folk.



Jerry gives them "on the nose."



                   TEAM (CONT'D)

         Second word.



                   MAC

         Thirty seconds.



Jerry turns, gives them a dirty look.



                   JOE

         Jer.  Over here.  Over here.



                   TEAM

         Second word.



He strokes his beard again.



                   SKYE

             (blurts out)

         From Jewish Folk Poetry.



Jerry looks at her, amazed.  She stands, throws hands up in

triumph, does a little victory circle.



The CAMERA CUTS through the rest of the game, aggressive,

competitive, verging on hostile.  Sally is often aching from

laughter, tears streaming down her face.



                   JERRY

         Time.  Hey!  Time.  Judy!  Time you guys.

         Hey!!



                   JUDY

             (she's up; turns to him, zeig

              heil's him)

         Ya Vhol.  What are you, a fucking Nazi?



                   JERRY

         Well it's fucking time.



                                               TIME CUT TO:



CLOSE SHOT



                   JERRY (CONT'D)

             (shouting guesses)

         Walk.  Cripple.  Limp.  Ankle.  Second

         syllable.  Second syllable.  Move on to

         the fucking second syllable.



Gina giving clues starts to laugh.



                   JERRY (CONT'D)

             (sings out)

         The clock is ticking!



Gina loses it, cracks up.



                   MAC

         Time.



                                               TIME CUT TO:



Jeffrey's on his feet, giving the clue.



                   SALLY'S TEAM

             (unison)

         Quote.  Play.



                   SOPHIA

         Oh shit.  It's one of Cal's.  Obscure

         Shakespeare, folks.



Cal gives her a little wave from the other side.



                   SOPHIA (CONT'D)

             (calls over to him)

         Maybe something original for a change.



Cal blows her a kiss.



                   SALLY'S TEAM

             (in unison)

         Ten...twenty...thirty...seven, eight.

         Thirty-eighth word...thirty-seventh word.



Gina's been taking shots through the course of the game, and

the FRAME will freeze black and white on one of another

delicious moment.  There's a spectacular shot of Sally,

unaware, laughing, sad soft eyes on Joe.



MEDIUM CLOSE - AMERICA



She watches the game from the archway, waits for a break.

Sky's up.  Joe's team yells frantic guesses.  Jerry's

suicidal.



Sally's team watches, self-satisfied, throw barbed asides.



                   SALLY

             (to Joe's look; innocence)

         I didn't say a word.



                   MAC

         Time!



                   JERRY

         What was it?  What the fuck was it?



                   SALLY

             (small grin)

         Ryan's novel.



                   JERRY

         Ryan's novel?



                   JUDY

         Ryan's novel, Jerry.



                   AMERICA

             (sings out)

         Dinner!



                   SALLY

         Still champions.



                   JOE

         Panes is not on your team anymore.



                   PANES

         What did I do?



                   SALLY

         Panes is not on my team anymore.  I'll

         have Panes if I like.



                   AMERICA

         Dinner.



                   SALLY

         Dinner.



                   JOE

         It's an unfair advantage.



                   SALLY

         You've got Cal.  You've got Gina.  You've

         got Skye?  We're the leftovers.



                   JOE

         Okay, knock it off.



                   SALLY

         Truce?



                   JOE

         Truce.



                   SALLY

         Dinner.

             (on the move)

         Don't be angry.



                   JOE

             (pissed)

         I'm not fucking angry, for God's sake.



EXT. POOL AREA - MAGIC HOUR



Evie and Jake run along the side of the house.  Behind the

glass walls the CAMERA catches adults moving through the

living room and into the dining room.



INT. DINING ROOM - MAGIC HOUR



Most everyone's moved through to the dining room.  The table

is filled with platters of beautifully prepared food.

Candles, flowers.



ASTRID, newly arrived, carrying a miniature furball, of

questionable breed, is first in line and halfway around the

table.  She feeds "Anouk" bits from the table enroute.



                   ASTRID

             (barely looks up as Sally comes

              into the room)

         So who won?



                   SALLY

             (raises her hand)

         A triumph.  When did you get here?



                   ASTRID

         Ten, fifteen minutes ago.



                   SALLY

         Why didn't you come in?



                   ASTRID

         I hate the sight of blood.  You guys

         don't take prisoners.



                   SKYE

             (charmed by the bundle in

              Astrid's arm)

         Oh how sweet.



The furball bares teeth and growls.



                   ASTRID

         She's insanely jealous.



INT. LIVING ROOM - MEDIUM CLOSE ASTRID - NIGHT



She slips another morsel into Anouk's mouth, murmurs baby

talk, allows the dog to take a bit of chicken from between

her teeth.



                   CLAIR

         That's revolting, Astrid.



People sit in small groups, eating dinner, catching up.

Latecomers, bunch around Joe.  Sam Feckman, an actor also in

Mac's film, holds forth.



Panes finds room next to Skye.



                   PANES

         Is there space here?



                   SKYE

         Yes.



                   PANES

         Do you need anything else?



                   SKYE

         No, no thanks.



He sits on the floor along side her.  They eat in silence for

a moment.



                   PANES

             (finally)

         I was impressed.



                   SKYE

         Oh?



                   PANES

         The charades.



                   SKYE

         Thank you.



                   PANES

         That was my clue.



                   SKYE

         Oh?



                   PANES

         The Shostakovich.



                   SKYE

         Really??



                   PANES

             (does Seller's Indian)

         Oh yes, indeed.  That was my clue, you

         see.



Skye giggles appreciative response.



                   PANES (CONT'D)

             (still Indian)

         So you are well acquainted with this

         Shostackovich, as am I.



Other arrivals pick their way through bodies and plates.

Walk over to Sally and kiss her cheek.  Joe and Gina and

Jeffrey sit off to the side.



                   JOE

         I hate the idea of some one else living

         in it.



Joe pulls Sally to him and wraps his arms around her.



                   JOE (CONT'D)

         Sally's never even seen it.  I thought

         we'd raise our kids there.



Sally held in Joe's arms, smiles.  The cat who ate the

canary.



                   JOE (CONT'D)

         Have I ever told you how Lucy and I

         nearly squashed each other getting into

         the dumb waiter.



                   GINA/JEFFREY/SALLY

         Yes./Often./I stopped counting.



                   JOE

         The dumb waiter was our...



                   GINA

         Escape hatch.



                   JOE

             (eyes her)

         Escape hatch.  And Dad was having a go

         about the garden.  Something was

         misplanted...



                   SALLY

         Not properly watered.



                   JOE

         Whatever!

             (to Gina)

         You know how he gets.  Well, he went

         absolutely bonkers.  Lucy and I were

         frantically trying to scramble into the

         dumb waiter and I didn't fit any more.

         It was almost fatal.  And that, my dear

         friends, is the day...



                   SALLY/JEFFREY

         I realized I had become a man.  Ta da!



                   GINA

         You're not a man, Joe.  You're a boy.



                   JOE

             (childishly)

         So?



                   GINA

             (laughs)

         I love you, Joe Therrian.



                   SALLY

             (at a loss, small)

         Me too.



Sophia watches from across the living room.



NEW ANGLE



INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT



Astrid squeezes in next to Sally, on her second portion of

everything.  She allows Anouk to nibble from her plate.



                   ASTRID

         You're not upset that I brought the dog?



                   SALLY

         Would it make a difference?



                   ASTRID

         Anouk isn't like a dog, really.  More

         like a small person.  So is there anyone

         here for me?  No one looks new.

             (fixes on Ryan)

         Who's that?



                   SALLY

         You don't want that.  It's married and

         it's the neighbor.



                   ASTRID

         Oh I think he's cute.  How's the marriage

         part working out?



                   SALLY

         You're fucking desperate.



                   ASTRID

         Like you didn't know.

             (re: Skye)

         Who invited the bimbo?



                   SALLY

         One guess.



INT. LIVING ROOM



The CAMERA stays close on the cake as America wheels the cart

into the living room.  The top of it sports Sally and Joe's

faces on either side of Otis, a detailed edible photograph.

There are three sixes across the top.



There's a freed up pathway.  Cal taps the side of his

champagne glass with a fork.



                   SOPHIA

             (re: the cake as it comes in)

         Part of our gift.  Honey!!



                   CAL

             (clinks his glass)

         Here, here.



Clair picks up discarded dinner plates.  Otis takes care of

those behind couches, under tables.



The gifts are stacked high, near the fireplace.  Sally is on

the floor, nestled between Joe's knees, leaning back against

him.  His arms are wrapped around her, face pressed against

hers.



There's a SERIES OF CUTS through speeches, gifts,

entertainment.  Sophia and Cal do a well rehearsed, very

funny, impromptu something with their kids.



Panes and Mac do an interpretive dance symbolizing the

marriage.



Cal and Sophia carry sleeping children down the hall.



There are speeches about Sally and Joe, outrageously dirty,

funny, sometimes touching - that cover their recent

separation, the custody of Otis, their trying to have a

baby...



Panes plays a piece on the violin.  Someone else sings.  And

finally...



MEDIUM CLOSE - SKYE



She looks out at the guests...



NEW ANGLE



They look back at her.



                   SKYE

         I wasn't prepared to say anything.  I'm

         honored to be a part of tonight.  To be

         in the same room, with my favorite living

         actress...



The CAMERA barely catches the grimace on Mac's face; Clair

elbows him.



                   SAM

             (sings out)

         Still living.



                   SKYE

         And my favorite novelist.  And all their

         amazing --



                   SAM

             (sings out)

         And talented.



                   SKYE

         Friends.  And talented friends.  This

         room is so filled with love..



                   ASTRID

             (sings out)

         And the winner is...



                   PANES

         Let the woman speak.



                   SKYE

         And I brought a gift of love.  A gift

         that is love.



She pulls an envelope from behind her back, which she's

decorated in flower-child fashion; it harkens back to the

sixties, puts it into Sally's hand, kisses her cheek.



                   SKYE (CONT'D)

             (tears up)

         Happy anniversary.  Thank you for making

         me a part of it.



                   SALLY

             (pours the pills into her hand)

         What are they?



                   JOE

             (pleased, surprised)

         Dolphins.  Great.



                   SALLY

         It's ecstasy, Sal.



                   SKYE

         I think there are sixteen there.



                   JOE

             (kisses Skye)

         This is an amazing present.  What a

         sweetheart you are.



Skye's pleased she's made him happy.



                   SALLY

             (regards Joe; to Skye)

         What a sweetheart you are.



A pall descends on the party.  There's a FULL SHOT of the

group.  Nobody quite knows what to do.  There's torn wrapping

paper all over the room.



                   ASTRID

             (Anouk still in her lap)

         It's late.

             (kisses Anouk)

         You sleepy baby?



There are awkward excuses.  Some of the guests leave.



INT. LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER



The core group remains.



                   JOE

         I think we should all take it tonight.

         Everyone's staying, stays.  No driving.

         That's the rule.  I love you Sally-Mae.

         You're going to have a fabulous time.



                   SALLY

         I'm worried about my spine.  I'm very

         worried about my brain and my spine.



                   SOPHIA

             (laughs)

         Oh honey, you're gonna love it.



                   JOE

             (to her Look)

         Sophia's going to do it, Panes is going

         to do it, trust me.



INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS



Cal carries the envelope into the room.



                   CAL

             (on seeing America, bursts

              into)

         America, America God shed his light on

         me.



He dances her around the kitchen, he picks up the sterling

dish, arranges the pills, carries them back to the living

room.



INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS



Ecstasy is passed from guest to guest.  Ryan expects Monica

to abstain.



                   MONICA

             (his glare; simply)

         I want to try it, Ryan.



EXT. POOL - LATER



The drug has begun to take effect.  The party is now in full

swing.  Music is playing, and Sophia and Clair are dancing.



People are swimming, some naked, some in swimsuits.  Judy

floats around the pool on an inflatable dog.



Sally and Skye cuddle together on one of the benches round

the pool, chatting; a friendly, feely touchy conversation.

Joe passes around bottles of water and chewing gum to

everyone, emceeing the event.



Everyone is relaxed and open, except Ryan, who sits beside

Monica at the edge of the garden, separated from the others.



                   MONICA

         I love it here.  Don't you love it here,

         Ryan?  I love it here.  And I love

         tonight.  And I love these people.  And

         this feels utterly fantastic, Ryan.

             (touches her own cheek, ever so

              lightly; shivers against the

              sensation)

         Utterly fantastic.



                   RYAN

         You know what Sally Therrian was saying

         about your spine and your brain?  She

         didn't pull that out of thin air.  It

         causes brain damage.  You'd better drink

         a lot of water.



                   MONICA

         Do you want to go home, Ryan?



                   RYAN

         Yes.



                   MONICA

         I think you should then.  You should look

         in on Sheila.



                   RYAN

         I'm not going to leave you alone.



                   MONICA

         They're really nice people, Ryan.

         They're like us...



                   RYAN

         They're nothing like us.



                   MONICA

         I think you need to speak for yourself,

         Ryan.  But I think you're really nice

         people...



She puts arms around him, kisses his cheek.  He stiffens.



                   RYAN

         Are you making an ass of yourself?



                   MONICA

         There's only you, Ryan.  You know what,

         Ryan?  You're beautiful.  I love you so

         much... You need...



                   RYAN

         I don't need a drug.



                   MONICA

         You need a good review and you'll be

         fine.  The whole color of the world will

         change, mark my words.



She gets up.



                   RYAN

         Ready to go?



                   MONICA

         I'm going to go get my swimsuit.  I do

         know, Ryan, this is non addictive so you

         mustn't worry.

             (turns back)

         Ryan, you're a great man.



The CAMERA follows Monica along the side of the pool.  She

passes Sophia and a very exuberant Clair.



The CAMERA stays at the pool.  Clair tears off Sally's

Galiano, flings it to the ground and dives topless into the

pool.



                   CLAIR

         This water is great!



                   JERRY

             (swimming past her)

         Wanna dive for a baton?



MEDIUM CLOSE UP - JUDY



She stands at the side of the pool.



                   JUDY

         Okay, I'm about to throw five colored

         batons in the water.  Then I'm going to

         count to three, and then you may start

         diving.  I'm playing too.  The red one is

         ten extra points.  Ready?

             (she throws batons in)

         One, two, three, go!!



There is a melee of diving and screaming.



                                                    CUT TO:



EXT. BACKYARD LANDING



It's at the end of a bridge, overlooking the pool.  Voices

drift up from below.  Mac and Joe walk in circles pacing

around one another.



                   MAC

         You got your DP?



                   JOE

         What?  Oh yeah, the camera man?  They

         gave me a list.



                   MAC

         And you got Skye Davidson.  Pretty big

         leagues for a first timer.  Do you even

         like movies?



                   JOE

         Not particularly.  Weird, isn't it?  God

         I'm rally up.  Do you feel anything yet,

         Mac?



                   MAC

         Kind of.  Hey, look - John Seale, Oliver

         Stapelton, Darius Khonji - they're

         friends.  And great DP's I could give

         them a call for you.



                   JOE

         Thanks, Mac.

             (regards him)

         And thanks for being so supportive about

         all this.

             (throws arm around him, hugs

              him close)

         I really love you, you know.



                   MAC

         Hey, I'm happy for you, buddy.  Anything

         I can do.



                   JOE

             (lets go of Mac)

         God, I really need to jump about a bit.

             (begins jumping)

         How's your film going?



                   CAL

         It's going.  It's going.



                   JOE

         And how's the diva doing?



                   MAC

         Well, you know...good days, bad days.



                   JOE

         I meant Sally.



                   MAC

         I meant Sally.



                   JOE

             (stops jumping, studies him)

         Oh.  You're serious.



                   MAC

             (throws and arm around him)

         No.  No.

             (a beat)

         Let me tell you something.  Directing's

         the best preparation possible for

         fatherhood.  The sleep depravation alone.



                   JOE

         Oh don't.  Everyone says that.



INT. MUSIC LIBRARY



Sally's taken Gina's photograph of them from the mantelpiece

in the living room, and looks for a spot for it on the CD

shelves.  Sophia is studying the CDs very intently.  They are

both bopping to the music.



                   SALLY

             (re: the photograph)

         Isn't this a fabulous picture?



                   SOPHIA

         Yes.



                   SALLY

         She's such a great photographer.



                   SOPHIA

         Hm.



                   SALLY

         So where should I put it?



                   SOPHIA

         I thought it was okay where it was.



                   SALLY

         It's much more personal in here.



                   SOPHIA

         A notch above the storage room.



                   SALLY

         We're always in here.

             (regards the photo)

         She really gets him, doesn't she?



                   SOPHIA

         The both of you.



                   SALLY

         But she really gets to the heart of Joe,

         doesn't she?  She's a genius.



                   SOPHIA

         So how much do you hate her?



                   SALLY

         Big time.



They both laugh, then...



                   SOPHIA

         Well, I don't trust her.  I never have.



                   SALLY

         She took our wedding photos, for

         chrissakes.  You don't trust anyone.



                   SOPHIA

             (a moment simply)

         I trust you.



                   SALLY

         Oh Soph...



                   SOPHIA

         You'll hate it in London.  It's wet and

         miserable.  A medical hellhole Sally.

         It's socialized.  Beds in the corridors.

         Terrible plumbing.



                   SALLY

         And the food sucks, I know.



                   SOPHIA

         You are not having your baby in London.

         You're going to have your baby at Cedars

         in Beverly Hills, America, delivered by

         Dr. Milton Cohen.  Period.

         And you're getting that epidural right

         away, don't let anyone talk you into any

         of that Lamase bullshit.  There's no

         excuse for pain like that.



                   SALLY

         Sophia!  I'm not even pregnant!



                   SOPHIA

         Well good.  Thank God.



                   SALLY

         Let's go in the kitchen and spy on

         everyone.



                   SOPHIA

         Oh honey, let's.



They've started to walk through the house.



                   SALLY

             (stops short; turns to her)

         What do you mean, thank God?



                   SOPHIA

         Well, are you sure about this baby thing?

         It's not the ticking clock shit, is it?



                   SALLY

         No, no, not at all... I mean I've still

         got plenty of time.  Don't I?  I mean I

         still have a good six years, whatever.

         We could have three kids yet, if we

         wanted.  And I know I've always said I

         never wanted kids, and I didn't... but

         this year, I really, truly, feel ready...



                   SOPHIA

         Honey, I'm not worried about you.  You

         are going to be a fantastic mom.  Not an

         issue.  I pressed you, remember?  Joe, on

         the other hand, is a different story.



                   SALLY

             (laughs)

         Oh Soph, Joe loves kids.  Joe wants kids.

         Joe thinks he needs kids.



                   SOPHIA

         He wants playmates.  Oh he's a

         sweetheart, Sal, you know I love him.

         But he's not going to be a good father.

         He's just not parenting material.



                   SALLY

         Hey, let's sit down.  I bet the rug feels

         really nice against your skin.



Sally drops out of frame.



                   SOPHIA

         Don't try and change the subject.

             (sitting, joining Sally)

         Oh God, it feels great!  He's just a

         little narcissistic, irresponsible and

         unreliable.



                   SALLY

         And Cal's this massive adult?



                   SOPHIA

         Cal knows who he is.  Did you notice how

         happy Joe was when the drugs came out

         tonight?



                   SALLY

         You weren't exactly horrified.



                   SOPHIA

             (laughing)

         I don't have a drug problem.



                   SALLY

         Neither does Joe.



                   SOPHIA

         His sister does.  Big time.  And the New

         York Times says addiction is genetic --

         I'll e-mail you the article.



Sally stares at her friend suddenly mute, eyes wide.



                   SOPHIA (CONT'D)

         You don't have kids to keep a marriage

         together, Sally.  It's only five months

         since Joe came back.



                   SALLY

             (getting up)

         We're fine.  We're great.  We're having a

         baby and we're moving to London.



                   SOPHIA

             (following her)

         Well, you weren't fine last summer when

         you went Sylvia Plath on me in

         Connecticut.



                   SALLY

         Not nice.  Not kind.



                   SOPHIA

         Ha!  Not half so not kind as your husband

         was in his portrayal of you in his novel.



                   SALLY

         Why are you doing this?



                   SOPHIA

         His image of you is a possessive, fragile

         neurotic.



                   SALLY

             (tearing up)

         But I am a possessive, fragile neurotic.



                   SOPHIA

             (also tearing up)

         No you are not.  You're Sally Nash.

         Listen to me, you're Sally Nash.  You're

         my best friend and I love you more than

         anyone, and you're not going to move to

         London to have the offspring of a

         sexually ambivalent man-child.  "Oh now

         I'm a novelist, oh now I'm a director..."

         English prick bastard Joe Therrian who's

         probably going to leave you for Skye

         Davidson anyway.



They hug a bit weepy.



                   SOPHIA (CONT'D)

         He's always one step removed, always

         looking over his shoulder always looking

         for something else, something more

         intoxicating, and I don't mean drugs.  I

         love him, Sal, but he's a child.  He's

         not ready.

             (a choked sob, tears well and

              fall)

         Oh God, you're so lucky you don't have

         kids.  You can't stick your head in the

         oven.  You can't take a handful of

         Percoden if you want to, or slit your

         wrists.  You can't do yourself in.  Kids

         rob you of that option.  Trust me.

             (a beat)

         Oh my God, this ecstacy must be really

         good.



EXT. POOL SIDE - CONTINUOUS



Joe and Cal sit by the edge of the pool watching Skye dance

by herself at the far end.  Joe has his hand on Cal's chest.

Cal is stroking Joe's hair.



                   JOE

         Isn't Skye amazing?



                   CAL

         She's got great tits.



                   JOE

         She's a constant surprise.



                   CAL

         And you've only just met.



                   JOE

         Yeah, I know... But she's only twenty

         seven and...

             (taps his head)

         The wisdom.  She's an old soul.  She knew

         that Shostakovich thing.  Did you notice?



                   CAL

         Absolutely.  And she's got great tits.



                   JOE

         Yeah, God she really does have great

         tits, great tits.  i can't wait to work

         with her.



                   CAL

         The camera loves her.  A great actress.



                   JOE

         With great tits.  I'm going to ask her if

         I can touch them.



He gets up to go towards Skye, is stopped by...



EXT. MEDIUM SHOT - CLAIR



Clair is climbing up the pool steps.



                   CLAIR

         Has anyone seen Mac?



                   JOE

             (pointing further up the

              property)

         I saw him wandering over there, I think.

         How're you feeling, Clair?



                   CLAIR

         I'm so good.



She kisses Joe and Cal, and goes off to find her husband.



                   CAL

         Poor Mac.  It's been a bit of a struggle.

         I'm sure Sally's told you.



                   JOE

         No, what?



                   CAL

         The movie.



                   JOE

         Oh, she's really enjoying it.  I think.

         Is Mac okay?



                   CAL

         I don't know what's going on.  I don't

         care to guess.  Mac's really unhappy.

         She isn't there, that's all.  She's no

         idea what she's playing, not a clue.



                   JOE

         Who, Sally?



                   CAL

         And, you know it isn't rocket science,

         this script.  She can barely get the

         lines out.  There was a scene last week -

         she sobbed, through every take.  I know

         crying's easy for her but it's a fucking

         comedy, Joe.  Something's gone.  You

         know, that thing that was Sally - that

         always surprised you.  It's gone.  I

         think she's scared.  And that's death.



                   JOE

         I still think she sails above the rest.

         I mean not like her early films.  But

         those were all such great directors.



                   CAL

         Mac's a pretty great director, Joe.  He's

         a woman's director.  And nothing's

         happening.  Course he won't fire her,

         because of the friendship... But it was

         discussed.  He had to battle his studio

         to get her in the first place.



                   JOE

         What?



                   CAL

         Hey, listen, I love her.  She's Sophia's

         best friend.

             (to Joe's stare)

         I never said any of this, alright.  I'll

         deny it on the stand...

             (into the silence)

         You guys are gonna have kids.  That is so

         great.  Maybe that's what this is all

         about.  Maybe she doesn't want to do this

         anymore.  You know adults don't do this

         for a living.  You guys are gonna have

         your kids, you'll be directing -- one

         asshole in the family is enough.  Sophia

         knew that intuitively.  Look at Clair.

         Clair's a mess.

             (throws an arm around him)

         Make sure she gets the epidural.  Forget

         that natural childbirth shit.

         Everything's going to be what it's

         supposed to be.  "Life is but a walking

         shadow.  A poor player who struts and

         frets his hour upon the stage and then is

         heard no more..." And speaking of me, the

         role of Leo in your film?



                   JOE

             (stares at him)

         Leo?



                   CAL

         Any thoughts on casting yet?



                   JOE

             (regards him)

         Leo?  It was out to Jude Law.  Jude

         passed.



                   CAL

         Well, I can't make any promises, and of

         course I haven't read the script but I

         loved the novel...when are you shooting?



                   JOE

         October-ish.



                   CAL

         I have a small window of time.



                   JOE

         Leo.  Leo's twenty-eight, Cal.



                   CAL

         Scratch the two, write in a four.



                   JOE

         Scratch the two, write in a four.



                   CAL

         You've got a lot of fucking gall.  Thirty

         nine.



                   JOE

         Five years ago, I was at the party,

         remember?



Joe looks up and sees Sally standing in the sun room.  He

blows her a kiss.  She kisses her finger tips and puts her

hand flat against the window pane.



INT. BEDROOM CLOSET - TIGHT CLOSE - SALLY



She's in her wardrobe pacing back and forth a bit frantic.

Trying on clothing, tossing garments to the ground.  The

floor is a heap of discarded ideas.  She pulls on jeans and a

t-shirt.  Very similar to what Skye is wearing.  She sits a

moment on the floor.  The sounds of the party below are

muted.



                   SALLY (O.S.)

         Oh Warren, that was awful, I can't sing.



The CAMERA stays with Sally as she gets to her feet, walks

along the corridor, toward the sound of her voice.



INT. DAILIES ROOM - NIGHT



Mac is on the edge of the couch, elbows on knees, staring at

the television screen - watching his dailies.  At some point

he drops his head.  Stops watching...



INT. MOVIE SET



                   CAL'S VOICE FROM THE T.V. (O.S.)

         You sing like a bird.



                   SALLY'S VOICE FROM THE T.V. (O.S.)

         A bird with dropsy.  A caged bird.  That

         hasn't long to live.



                   CAL'S VOICE FROM THE T.V. (O.S)

         You seem so alive up there.



Sally stands at the open door.  Stunned.  Watches Mac watch

her.  Watches herself, with a professional, acute eye.  More

critical than Mac's could ever be.



                   SALLY (ON TV)

         I was faking it.  I've been feeling caged

         for sometime.  Funny, huh?



                   MAC

             (moans)

         No, it's not... Fuck fuck fuck fuck.



INT. CORRIDOR - CLOSE SHOT - SALLY



She backs up into the corridor mortified.  Leans against the

wall.



                   CAL'S VOICE FROM THE T.V. (O.S.)

         It's preposterous.  You're free to do

         whatever you like.



                   SALLY'S VOICE FROM THE T.V.

         Yes, well, we'll see won't we?



                   MAC (O.S.)

         Jesus Christ.



                   SALLY

             (a deep breath)

         Well...wow...



INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS



Clair's started down the hallway, reaches the landing.  Sally

rushes into the guest bedroom to avoid her.  Clair, just

missing Sally, wanders into the dailies room.



INT. DAILIES ROOM - CONTINUOUS



                   CLAIR

         Mac?  Oh there you are.  What are you

         doing, honey?  No more work.  Don't you

         feel breezy.



                   MAC

         I'm in mourning.



                   CLAIR

         You can cut around it, whatever it is.

         You always do.



                   MAC

         Not this time.



                   CLAIR

         It's always not this time.  If you can do

         it around me, you can do it around

         anyone.



She walks in front of the television set, blocks it with her

body, switches it off.



                   MAC

             (an observation)

         You don't have any clothes on.



                   CLAIR

         How nice for everybody.  Come swimming.

         The water's glorious.

             (re: the film)

         You'll fix it.  You'll come up with one

         of your brilliant ideas.



                   MAC

         Or I won't.  I can't help her.  I'm out

         of my depth.



                   CLAIR

         Things always look much worse in the

         morning.



                   MAC

         I don't know how to make her funny.



                   CLAIR

         You're coming swimming in the pool, and

         in a few minutes you won't even remember

         what it's about.  You won't care who's in

         your damn movie.



                   MAC

             (really stoned)

         What what's about?



                   CLAIR

         I...wait, what are you talking about?



INT. GUEST ROOM



MEDIUM CLOSE



Jack and Evie are asleep across the bed.



NEW ANGLE



Sally sits at the edge of the bed, regards the sleeping

children.  Reaches over and smoothens the tangled, tousled

hair.  Studies their faces.



EXT. POOLSIDE - JOE'S POV



Monica sits on the steps of the pool.  She looks frightened,

uncomfortable.



                   JOE

         Are you okay?



                   MONICA

         I don't think so.  I feel.  I feel a bit

         funny.



                   JOE

         Let's go for a walk.



He puts his arm around her and leads her away from the pool.



EXT. BACKYARD LANDING - NIGHT



                   MONICA

         I've never done this before.



                   JOE

         Oh?  It's easy.  You just put one foot in

         front of the other... That's a good girl.



                   MONICA

         I'm a little in the puke zone.



                   JOE

             (giving her some water)

         Here, drink this.  Drink lots of water.

             (puts the bottle in her hand)

         Hold on to this.  Take deep breaths.

         Nice and slow.

             (sits her down; produces a

              lollipop)

         Would you like a lolly?



                   MONICA

         What am I, five?



                   JOE

         You're never too old for a lolly.  I'm

         having one.



                   MONICA

             (a grin)

         Okay.



He pulls out another one.



                   JOE

         Lemon or raspberry?



                   MONICA

         Lemon.



                   JOE

         Lemon it is.



The two suck on their lollipops for a moment.



                   MONICA

             (finally)

         Ryan's really angry with me.



                   JOE

         I think he's really angry with me too.



                   MONICA

             (laughs)

         It's really not the same thing.

             (a moment)

         He was really nicer when he drank.



                   JOE

         I'm sorry.



                   MONICA

         Eight years, though.  That's quite an

         accomplishment.



                   JOE

         That's a lot of those.



                   MONICA

         Medallions.



                   JOE

         A lot of cakes.



                   MONICA

         Yes.



                   JOE

         And he doesn't smoke?



                   MONICA

         He has to find non-smoker's meetings that

         used to be almost impossible, you know?

         It's gotten much better.



                   JOE

         How long have you been married?



                   MONICA

         Nine...nine, yes?  Nine years, just

         about.



                   JOE

         You must have been a baby.



                   MONICA

         Oh yes.  Nineteen...just.

             (a moment)

         I'm cold.



                   JOE

         Come here.



Joe holds Monica.



                   MONICA

             (a moment)

         That's very nice.



                   JOE

         I like you.



                   MONICA

         I'm so glad.  You know, I recognize that

         passage in your book.  The bit about us

         running into each other in the movie

         theatre.



                   JOE

         Sorry?



                   MONICA

         I know you changed it to a bookstore.

         And the color of my hair.  But the moment

         was exactly the same.  The same, you

         know, dynamic.  And almost verbatim,

         wasn't it?



                   JOE

             (humors her)

         Yeah, it was.  For a writer nothing's

         sacred.

             (thinks a moment)

         No, nothing at all.



                   MONICA

         I think it's great that I made an

         impression at all, you know.



Joe regards the open trusting face, is touched by it.  Leans

in, kisses her lips very lightly... and again.  Her arms

can't make up her mind, whether to come up around him or not.

Finally do.



                   SALLY (O.S.)

         Otis!!  Otis, come!  Oh fuck!



She appears beside them.



                   SALLY (CONT'D)

         Someone left the goddamn gate open.  Otis

         got out.  Skye and I, well the... I came

         out of the house and the fucking gate was

         wide open.



                   JOE

         Oh for fuck's sake.  Nobody uses that

         gate.



                   MONICA

             (horrified)

         I'm sorry.



                   SALLY

             (raging)

         There's a goddamn sign on the gate.



                   MONICA

         I'm so sorry.



                   SALLY

         You fucking cow, can't you read?!



                   MONICA

             (at a loss)

         I...



                   SALLY

         How long ago was it?



                   JOE

         Stop being such a bitch, Sal.



                   MONICA

         I'm so sorry.



                   JOE

         It was a mistake.  This isn't a plot to

         do in Otis.



                   SALLY

         Don't be so sure.



                   JOE

         Listen to yourself...

             (to Monica)

         Don't worry, it's alright.  We'll find

         him.

             (to Sally)

         What's wrong with you?



                   SALLY

             (re: Monica)

         She left the fucking gate open.



                   JOE

         Well he can't have gone far.



                   SALLY

         Can't have gone far?  He's like a

         greyhound.  He could be miles away.



                   JOE

         He'll find his way back.



                   SALLY

         There are fucking coyotes out there.



                   JOE

             (calming)

         Sally, calm down.  We're not going to

         find him any quicker by you being

         hysterical.



Monica retreats, backs off a step or two.



                   SALLY

         Fuck you.



                   JOE

         Or shitty!!  Otis!!



                                                    CUT TO:



INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS



America and Rosa are cleaning up.  Ryan hangs around

chatting.



                   RYAN

         How long have you worked for the

         Therrians?



                   AMERICA

             (shrugs, polite but annoyed)

         A long time.



                   RYAN

         So you were here when they were doing the

         work on the boundary fence?



                   AMERICA

         Oh yes.



                   RYAN

         Did you know the contractor?



                   AMERICA

         Very well.



                   RYAN

         Was it a contractor?



                   AMERICA

         It's the way they do things.



                   RYAN

         To code?



Her back is to him.  She exchanges a glance with Rosa, and

the Spanish equivalent of "who is this wanker?"



                   RYAN (CONT'D)

         Did you see permits?  Did he have a

         license?



                   AMERICA

         You should talk to Mr. Joe.



Monica bursts into the room.



                   MONICA

         Ryan, you've got to come!  You've got to

         help me find the dog!  I let their dog

         out.  We need to find the dog.



                   RYAN

         You're not serious.



                   MONICA

         I left the gate open and Otis got out!

         He could get hit by a car!



                   RYAN

         God willing.



                   MONICA

         We have to find the dog, Ryan.



                   RYAN

         Why?



                   MONICA

             (regards him)

         Because we're nice people, and because

         what goes around comes around.

             (desperate)

         Because, God help you if something

         happens to that dog?



                   RYAN

         Excuse me?



                   MONICA

         All the ugly phone calls?  We're not the

         only people with a tape recorder, Ryan.

             (a beat)

         They've gone to the canyon, we should go

         towards the PCH.



EXT. CANYON - MOMENTS LATER



Panes and Skye search the canyon for Otis.  They both carry

lanterns.



                   PANES

         Otis!!  Shostakovich identified with the

         Jew.  He felt persecuted, hunted, crushed

         under the thumb of Stalinist imperialism.



                   SKYE

         Not to mention Andrew Zhdanov... Otis,

         come!!



                   PANES

         Andre Zhdanov?  How the hell do you know

         about Andre Zhdanov?



                   SKYE

         Who doesn't know about the infamous

         composer's conference of 1948 where

         Zhdanov persecuted the leaders of Soviet

         Music - Shostakovich, Prokofieve, and

         Myaskovsky.



                   PANES

         I'll tell you who doesn't know, cute

         girls don't know.



                   SKYE

         Do Peter Sellers again.



                   PANES

             (a la Sellers)

         Otis you crazy dog!  Otis are you in this

         God forsaken Canyon?  My people are very

         hungry.



                   SKYE

         I just did a movie about Bob Yar, I

         played Gittle, the Jewish milkmaid who

         gets shot in the head, and they used

         Shostakovich's 13th Symphony.



                   PANES

         Set to the poem of Yetveshenko!



                   SKYE

         Exactly!  So I dug it, and I did a lot of

         research.



                   PANES

         Do you really, you really, like

         Shostakovich?



                   SKYE

         Yeah.



                   PANES

         Would you, like, marry him?



                   SKYE

         If he were still alive, maybe.



                   PANES

         How about someone who really really liked

         Shostakovich?



                   SKYE

             (smiling)

         Are you asking me to marry you?



                   PANES

         No, I'm just testing to see how deeply

         perverted and impulsive you are.



                   SKYE

             (laughing)

         Very.



                   PANES

         Oh good, I'm worse... Are you really

         twenty-two?



                   SKYE

         Who told you that?  No.  I'm twenty...

             (lops off two years)

         Five.



EXT. CANYON - CONTINUOUS



Sally and Joe have lanterns.  Panes and Skye are up ahead.

We hear them calling for Otis.



                   SALLY

         Otis!!!!



                   JOE

             (on her heels)

         Otis!!!!



                   SALLY

         Otis, good boy, come here.  Oh my god, oh

         my god, oh my god.



                   JOE

         This is a nightmare.  We should have kept

         him upstairs.



                   SALLY

         It was done.  When Sophia put the kids to

         bed, America brought Otis in the room and

         closed the door.  It was done.



                   JOE

         Well someone clearly let him out before

         Monica opened the gate.



                   SALLY

         Oh fuck you, and fuck Monica while you're

         at it.  But I guess that's what I

         interrupted.



                   JOE

         Jesus, Sally.  You are a medical miracle.

         The only person who's ever taken ecstacy

         and become angrier.



                   SALLY

         Yeah, let's talk about that.  You seem to

         be rather an expert.  I don't remember in

         the last five months of counselling your

         ever mentioning ecstacy or going to rage

         parties.



                   JOE

         Rave parties?!  That's so typical - you

         would think it was called rage.  Perfect!



                   SALLY

         What else don't I know about, Joe?  Let's

         get really clear here.



                   JOE

         Sally, so I took a few pills.  I went out

         dancing.  I tried to forget how upset I

         was about splitting up with you.  I

         haven't lied to you.  I told you about

         the people I've slept with.  I just

         didn't mention the few occasions I took

         drugs because you're so fucking

         judgmental I knew I'd never hear the end

         of it, and you have so little faith and

         so little trust in me.  Sally, we're

         back, I love you.  Trust that.  Please

         let's not do this.



                   SALLY

         Otis!  Come!  Good boy!  Come!



                   JOE

         Otis!



                   SALLY

         I'm not sure we understand that word in

         the same way.



                   JOE

         Love?



                   SALLY

         You walked out on a five year marriage.



                   JOE

         That hasn't the first fucking thing to do

         with love.  It's whether we can live

         together... like this!  All the time.



                   SALLY

         It's not like this all the time.



                   JOE

         DO I want anyone else?  No.  Do I want to

         be with you for the rest of my natural

         life?  I'm trying.



                   SALLY

         And how hard it hit?



                   JOE

         Just stop right there, Sally.  We've been

         through this.



                   SALLY

         You've been through it.  That's how you

         love people.  When it's easy for you,

         when it's convenient for you.



                   JOE

         Sally, first of all, you're talking

         bullshit.  And second...



                   SALLY

         You want to talk about bullshit