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Only You


                            Screenplay by Diane Drake                                                             

                         

                                 

SUPER: 1968



On a darkened living room, a huge summer moon spilling silver

through a window.



We move slowly across the mantelpiece where a pair of candles

glow, illuminating family photos.  Weddings two, maybe three

generations back -- brides in white, their young grooms at

their sides, frozen in time.  As we pan, we hear two VOICES

offscreen: a BOY'S and a GIRL'S.



                           GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)

               Stop pushing it.  You're not

               supposed to force it.  You're

               supposed to just let it happen.



                           BOY'S VOICE (O.S.)

               I'm not pushing it, you're pushing

               it.



                           GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)

               I am not.



Silence.  Until,



                           GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)

               You're pushing it again.



An exasperated sigh.



                           BOY'S VOICE (O.S.)

               Well, hurry up.  My foot's falling

               asleep.



                           GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)

               Mo-mmm.  Larry's pushing it.



Mom?



                           MOM (O.S.)

                     (from the next

                      room)

               Larry, don't push it.



And now, we finally pan over to discover two KIDS playing with

a Ouija board.  For future reference, the players are FAITH

(age eleven), and her brother LARRY (ten).



                           LARRY

               I'M NOT PUSHING IT.



                           FAITH

               Wait.  I have to write this down.



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

scrawling out a series of letters.





                           FAITH

               Grandma told me everybody has a

               soul mate.



                           FAITH

               But most people never find theirs,

               most people settle.  I'm never

               gonna settle.



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

clouds.



                           FAITH

               This way I'll know the name of the

               man I'm supposed to wait for.



The arrow continues to move around the board, stopping on

various letters which she copies down.



                           LARRY

               Yeah, but, what if this guy lived

               a billion, trillion years ago?

               Like, what if he was a cave man,

               and now he's dead?



                           FAITH

               Don't be stupid, Larry.  If he's

               my destiny, then, obviously, he

               has to be alive.



Another letter.



                           LARRY

               Yeah, but, what if he doesn't live

               here?  Like, what if he's a

               cannibal in New Guinea or

               something?



                           FAITH

               If I live here, then he lives here.

               Fate wouldn't make a mistake like

               that.

                     (beat)

               And stop talking.  You're gonna

               ruin the spell.



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

advocate,





                           LARRY

                     (whispering)

               Yeah, but... but, Faith, what if

               he does live here, and one day you

               just walk past him on the street?

               I mean, you don't hear his name,

               you don't get a chance to introduce

               yourselves.  You practically bump

               straight into each other, but you

               never even know it?



Right in his face,



                           FAITH

               We'll KNOW.



                           LARRY

               Okaaaaayyyy.



The arrow comes slowly to a halt.  And she writes down the

final letter, as the moon again breaks through the clouds,

throwing a bright white beam of light directly onto the name

which reads:



                           FAITH (O.S.)

                     (a whisper)

               Damon Bradley.

                     (she looks up,

                      spellbound)

               He's the one.



Beat.



                           LARRY

               Goodie.  Can I ask about the Series

               now?



                                             CUT TO:



EXT. CARNIVAL - NIGHT



A screaming face.  Whirling lights.  A local carnival.  The

small-town traveling kind.



SUPER:  THREE YEARS LATER.



Up on the ferris wheel, a bunch of JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL BOYS

are distinguishing themselves by hurling water balloons down

at carnival-goers.  Among the participants is Faith's brother

Larry.



PULL DOWN from them to "MADAME DIVINA'S FORTUNE TELLING

BOOTH". "Know Your Fate".  Clustered in front of it are a

bunch of JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS.





We should recognize Faith as one of them.  Another girl,

LESLIE, is egging a friend on.



                           LESLIE

               Go on, go on...

                     (to the rest)

               She wants to know if she's gonna

               marry Alex.



                           GIRL #2

               I do not.  I'm not gonna marry

               Alex.

                     (obviously)

               He doesn't even have a car.



                           LESLIE

               But he's got pretty eyes.  That

               means your kids would have pretty

               eyes.  You can always get a car

               later, but you can't always find

               pretty eyes.  You gotta think

               ahead.



                           GIRL #3

               Who cares about pretty eyes,

               Leslie?  I'm telling you, stocks,

               bonds, real estate -- that's what

               you wanna look for in a man.



                           GIRL #4

                     (dismissing)

               Heh...



                           GIRL #3

               What then?



                           GIRL #4

                     (the voice of

                      authority)

               Definitely sex.



Somebody else pipes up,



                           GIRL #5

               My mom told me you gotta want the

               same things out of life.  Have the

               same values, be able to

               communicate.



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



                           GIRL #5

               I'm just telling you what she said.





They're still looking at her.



                           GIRL #5

               It's not like I believed her or

               anything...



                           FAITH

               I think you're all wrong.



                           LESLIE

               What do you think the most

               important thing is, Faith?



There is not a doubt in her mind.



                           FAITH

               True love.  I believe there's one

               special person out there who's

               meant for each of us.  And when

               your eyes meet, it'll be magic and

               you'll both know it instantly.



A couple of dissenters roll their eyes.



                           FAITH

                     (turning to another

                      friend)

               Don't you think so, Kate?



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



                           KATE

               I don't know, I guess I never

               really thought about it...

                     (in her next

                      breath)

               Is Larry here?



                           FAITH

                     (she couldn't care

                      less)

               Yeah.  He's around somewhere.



Up above, Larry takes careful aim, then sends a water balloon

torpedoing their way.  It hits the ground between them with

an enormous SPLAT.  They SCREAM.



INT. FORTUNE TELLING BOOTH - NIGHT



We move past them, through a beaded window and into the booth

where a disheveled older WOMAN, MADAME DIVINA, is paging

through a copy of "Scientific American".





There's a TAP at the door.  She checks her watch.  Curses.

She shoves the magazine in a drawer, then hoists a bowling

ball, the kind with the iridescent swirls in them, onto an

opening in the center of the table, carefully positioning it

so the three holes aren't visible.  She flicks on a flashlight

above it.  Crystal ball.



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

is nervous.



                           GIRL #2

               But what if she tells me something

               bad?  I don't want to hear anything

               bad...



                           KATE

               They never tell you anything bad.

               Nobody'd ever go to them if they

               did.



The door opens.  The WOMAN'S imposing hulk casts a shadow down

over them.  They look up.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               Who knocked?



Like deer in the headlights.



                           GIRL #2

                     (pointing at Kate)

               She did.



                           KATE

                     (pointing at girl

                      #2)

               She did.



Nobody moves, until,



                           FAITH (O.S.)

               I did.



Faith looks at her friends, shrugs, then gamely ventures

inside past the beads and sits down.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               What's your name?



                           FAITH

               Faith.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

                     (lighting a candle)

               What do you wanna know, Faith?





                           FAITH

               Um, just basic destiny stuff, I

               guess.  But-- I don't want to hear

               anything bad.

                     (beat)

               If that's okay.



Madame Divina starts laying out a series of tarot cards.

Suddenly there's a loud KNOCK at the back door.  Faith jumps.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

                     (dismissing)

               Spirits.



She lays down a couple more cards.  Then a persistent

"PSSSSTTTT", "PSSSSTTT".  More BANGING.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

                     (hollering)

               Harry, I'm outta change.



More KNOCKING.  Harry is determined.  Annoyed, Mme.  Divina

finally gets up.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               How come I always wind up next door

               to the freak show?

                     (as she goes)

               Just because they're midgets does

               that mean they don't have to go

               to the bank like the rest of us?



She lumbers to the back of the booth, throws open a back door

and looks down.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               What?



Inside, Faith is nervously eying the cards.  Her friend KATE

peeks in through the beads.



                           KATE

                     (mouthing the words

                      and pointing)

               Is that a bowling ball?



Faith doesn't understand.  Kate mimes a bowling motion,

swinging her arm.  Faith shrugs.  As the woman returns, from

outside we overhear,



                           BOY'S VOICE (O.S.)

               Hey, Kate.  Larry wants you.





                           LARRY (O.S.)

               I do not.



Kate grins, ducks out.  Mme. Divina sits back down.  Closes

her eyes.  Fingers the ball, entranced.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               Something is coming to me.  I'm

               getting... a name.



Faith leans forward.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

                     (straining)

               This name is very important to

               you...  Da--  David.  No-- no...



A faint breeze flutters through the room and the candle starts

to flicker.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               Damon.



Faith's heart skips a beat.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               His name is...

                     (her eyes pop open

                      with startling

                      intensity)

               Damon Bradley.



It is, of course, the same name.



                           FAITH

               Omigod.  Omigod.

                     (getting up)

               I have to go.



She seizes Faith's hand.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               Just a minute--



Faith freezes.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               Your destiny's two dollars.



Faith pulls out two bills, drops them on the table.  Bolts

for the door.  But the woman stops her again.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               Hey--





She leans in very close and pulls Faith toward her.  We should

sense that this is not part of the act.  This is for real.



                           FORTUNE TELLER

               The truth is, no matter what the

               cards say, you make your own

               destiny.  Don't wait for it to come

               to you.  You understand?



Faith nods.  Still in shock.



                           FAITH

               Can I be excused now?



                                             CUT TO:



SUPER: TWENTY YEARS LATER -- SATURDAY NIGHT



We hear pouring rain.  But what sounds like rain is actually

the shower, as we pull back to find Mitzi Gaynor washing that

man right out of her hair.  "SOUTH PACIFIC" is on television.

We pull back even further to reveal three WOMEN watching.

A big Saturday night.  There's a lot of chocolate on the

table.



The women are:  the adult FAITH.  Attractive, a little dreamy.

The walls of her apartment are adorned with reproductions of

famous works all featuring a similar theme, Rodin's "The

Kiss", Botticelli's "Birth of Venus", etc.  Bookshelves are

crammed with volumes of poetry.  She's absentmindedly pulling

the petals off a bouquet of flowers on the table.



Also in attendance: KATE, her childhood friend turned

housewife and sister-in-law.  Kate is a pragmatist.  She's

clipping coupons out of the newspaper as they watch.  And,

doing her nails, LESLIE.  Big hair.  Good heart.  Not the

sharpest tool in the shed.



As the movie cuts to a commercial,



                           LESLIE

               I'm just saying I think it would

               be a good idea.



                           KATE

                     (dubiously)

               Date police...



                           LESLIE

               Yes.  A guy who says he's gonna

               call, then doesn't, ought to get

               slapped with a citation, that's

               all.



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



                           LESLIE

                     (blowing on her

                      nails)

               Anyway, like I said, I've given

               it a lot of thought and I've

               finally narrowed it down.

                     (beat)

               A heterosexual with a job.



                           FAITH

               Well, I don't think it's asking

               too much to want to feel it in my

               head and my heart and my body and

               my soul all at the same time, and

               to have that feeling to be mutual.

               Pass the M&Ms please.



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

candy over.



                           LESLIE

               Not as long as you're not hoping

               to find it on planet Earth.



                           KATE

               Leslie's right, Faith.  You've got

               to start being more practical.

               Do you know what the statistics

               are, the marriage odds for women

               your age?



                           FAITH

               I don't believe in statistics.



                           KATE

               You're an accountant for cryin'

               out loud.



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

made.



                           KATE

               What about that guy you work with,

               Mike what's-his-name?



                           FAITH

                     (shaking her head)

               No.  He smokes.



                           KATE

               How about the other one?  His

               friend.



                           FAITH

               Just moved in with his girlfriend.



                           KATE

                     (brightly)

               How about that guy at the bank?



Faith pops another M&M.



                           FAITH

               Scientologist.



                           KATE

                     (deflated)

               Oh.



Beat.



                           KATE

               So, you gotta be a little flexible.

               Look at your brother and me.

               Larry's not perfect, neither am

               I.  But we work it out.  We're not

               unrealistic in our expectations,

               and we have each other.

                     (setting down her

                      scissors)

               I think you've got the Door Number

               Three Syndrome.



                           FAITH

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



                           LESLIE

               Yeah, I saw that.  Like on Let's

               Make A Deal.  You've got the Amana

               freezer and you can keep it, or

               risk it on what's behind Door

               Number Three.  Which usually turns

               out to be a donkey.



Faith looks at Kate.



                           FAITH

               I don't have an Amana freezer.



                           KATE

               It's a metaphor.  It's women who

               always think there's some unknown

               out there that's going to be better

               than what's in front of them.  And

               instead wind up with nothing.



                           FAITH

               Metaphorically, I still don't have

               an Amana freezer.



                           KATE

               I think if you're honest with

               yourself, you'll admit you've had

               a chance at a number of Amana

               appliances in your lifetime.



She knows there's probably some ugly truth to this.  Luckily,

the PHONE RINGS.  Faith picks it up.



                           FAITH

               Hello?  Hi, Larry.

                     (beat)

               Yeah, she's here.  Hold on.

                     (turning to Kate)

               It's your husband.



INT. LARRY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT



LARRY, Kate's husband, Faith's brother, is at the kitchen

table, munching the last crumbs out of a bag of potato chips

and watching television.



                           LARRY

               Kate, you're still there?  I

               thought you'd be on your way home

               by now.



INT. FAITH'S KITCHEN - NIGHT



                           KATE

               You miss me?...



INT. LARRY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT



                           LARRY

               Uh, yeah.  Sure.

                     (gazing forlornly

                      into the

                      refrigerator)

               Honey, did you forget the guys are

               coming over tonight?



                           KATE (ON PHONE)

               No, why?



                           LARRY

                     (helplessly)

               Well, there's nothing here to eat.



INT. FAITH'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT



Over the movie, we hear yelling -- Kate's half of the fight

-- in the background.  Then the SLAMMING of the receiver.



When she comes back into the room, the "Some Enchanted

Evening" number is on.  Faith is mouthing the words.  Kate

starts picking up her coupons.



                           FAITH

               Is everything okay?



                           KATE

               Yes.

                     (glancing at the

                      tv, annoyed)

               You know all the shrinks on Donahue

               say that all those love songs about

               some enchanted evening are just

               a cruel hoax that feeds people's

               fantasies.



                           FAITH

                     (a little

                      plaintive)

               But somebody wrote those songs.



                           KATE

               So, what's your point?



                           FAITH

               Just that they came out of

               somebody's experience is all.



                           KATE

               No, Faith.  They came out of

               somebody's imagination.



EXT. FAITH'S DOOR - NIGHT



Faith walks her friends to the door, opens it.



                           FAITH

               I wish you didn't have to go so

               early.



                           KATE

                     (still annoyed)

               Yeah, well, Larry and his friends

               are hungry.

                     (relenting)

               And I did say I'd try to pick

               something up.



                           LESLIE

               And I told Ted I'd be home later

               if he wanted to stop by.



                           FAITH

               I thought you said you thought he

               had a date.



                           LESLIE

               Well, after that.



As they talk, a slight GUY, one who might best be described

as, well, non-descript, walks by and heads into his apartment.



                           NON-DESCRIPT GUY

               How's it going?



                           FAITH

               Pretty well, Dwayne.  How about

               you?



                           DWAYNE

               Can't complain.



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

head.



                           FAITH

               No.



                           KATE

               Is he married?



                           FAITH

               No.



                           KATE

               Is he gay?



                           FAITH

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



                           KATE

               So?...



                           FAITH

               So, he's not my type.

                     (beat)

               Let me walk you to the elevator.



They walk.



                           KATE

               What's he do?



                           FAITH

               I don't know, Kate.



                           KATE

               You don't have any idea?



                           FAITH

               He's a podiatrist or something.



                           KATE AND LESLIE

                     (in unison)

               He's a doctor?



                           FAITH

               Look, there's no chemistry there,

               okay?  There's no... thrill.



                           KATE

               "Thrills"?  That's what you're

               waiting for?  You know how long

               that lasts?  Besides, how do you

               know?  Have you ever been out with

               him?



                           FAITH

               No.  He's never asked me.



                           KATE

               Why don't you ask him?



                           FAITH

               Why should I ask someone out who

               I don't want to go out with in the

               first place?



                           KATE

               If you've never been out with him,

               how do you know you don't want to

               go out with him?



                           LESLIE

                     (almost more to

                      herself)

               I thought he was kinda cute...



Faith sighs.  Mercifully, the elevator doors finally open.

Kate and Leslie get in.  As the doors close,



                           KATE

               Take a chance, Faith...  None of

               us is getting any younger...



INT. FAITH'S APARTMENT - NIGHT



Faith re-enters her apartment.  The answering machine light

is blinking.  She plays the message back as she gets ready

for bed.



                           ANSWERING MACHINE

               Hi, honey.  It's Mom.  I just

               wanted to apologize if I upset you

               at brunch today.



To herself in the bathroom mirror,



                           FAITH

               If you upset me at brunch today?



                           ANSWERING MACHINE

                     (correcting

                      herself)

               For upsetting you at brunch today.

               Now, you know I don't think you're

               a failure.  And if you never get

               married, that's perfectly fine with

               your father and me.



Faith is applying eye cream.  She leans in closer, carefully

examining the lines around her eyes.



                           ANSWERING MACHINE

               Of course you're not a freak.

               You're right, plenty of people

               aren't married.

                     (trying to be

                      supportive)

               The guy who cuts my hair isn't

               married.  Hey...  maybe you tw--

                     (a voice in the

                      background)

               He's gay.

                     (her mother)

               Oh.  Never mind.  Anyway, if you

               want to spend the rest of your life

               alone, well, that's your choice.

               And I respect it.  I just want you

               to be happy, that's all.

                     (beat)

               Hold on, your Dad wants to say

               something.

                     (male voice)

               Good fruit salad today, Faith.

                     (Mom takes the

                      phone back)

               We'll talk to you soon, sweetie.



The machine shuts off.  Faith gets into bed.  Reaches for the

light.  Then, remem
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