Wonder Boys Page #4

SARA:

Poe!

CRABTREE:

(mildly)

This wouldn't be Walter's dog, would it?

Poe continues to rage, his paws doing crazy eights on the

hardwood floor, until he's spun himself completely around

and is barking at the living room.

MISS SLOVIAK:

Who ' s he barking at now?

GRADY:

He's still barking at me. He's blind.

SARA:

Poe' Hush! Now stop this. Honestly.

As Poe simmers to a deep growl, GRADY leans forward.

GRADY:

I need to talk to you.

SARA:

That's funny. I need to talk to you, too.

(strategy in her tone)

Perhaps you could put some of these coats in

the upstairs guest room, Professor Tripp.

GRADY:

(reading her)

I don't believe I know where the upstairs

guest room is.

SARA:

Well then. I'd better show you. Terry--

CRABTREE:

We'll just make ourselves at home.

(kneeling by Poe)

Won't we, Poe? Yes, yes....

12INT. UPSTAIRS ROOM

GRADY enters a room swimming in BASEBAIL MEMORABILIA.

AUTOGRAPHED BASEBALLS abound, as well as PHOTOGRAPHS of

famous big-leaguers. In one somewhat-dated PHOTO a TRIM MAN

IN HIS FORTIES (a younger Walter Gaskell) stands with

PITTSBURGH PIRATE BILL MAZEROSKI at an old-timers game. As

Sara eases the door shut, GRADY nods to a 1951 YANKEE'S

PENNANT hanging over the mantle.

GRADY:

New?

SARA:

(nodding)

Walter just got it back from the framer today.

Sara takes Grady's hand, drawing him away from the

pennant and down onto the coat-covered bed.

SARA:

You go first.

GRADY:

All right. This morning--

SARA:

I'm pregnant.

A flash of LAUGHTER flutters from the living room below.

GRADY starts to speak.

SARA:

I'm sure.

GRADY:

Well. This is...surprising. Does Walter... ?

SARA:

I think Walter would find this a little more

than surprising.

GRADY nods, getting her drift, then roils onto his back.

GRADY:

Emily left me this morning.

SARA:

She's left before...

GRADY:

She's left the room before. She always came

back.

Sara nods. Considers this.

SARA:

So. I guess we just divorce our spouses, marry

each other, and have this baby, right? Simple.

GRADY:

Simple.

GRADY and Sara stare at the ceiling. Sara sniffs the coat

lying beneath her. Miss Sloviak's coat.

SARA:

Is that Cristaile?

GRADY:

Hm.

SARA:

(weary)

My God, I wear the same scent as a

transvestite. She IS a transvestite, isn't:

she?

GRADY:

If she's not now, Terry will make sure she is

by the end of the evening.

SARA:

Has he asked to see the book yet?

GRADY:

Yes.

SARA:

And? Are you going to tell him?

GRADY:

No. Maybe. I don't know. I don't know what I'm

going to do.

SARA:

(distantly)

Neither do 1.

GRADY starts to pull up, but his arm is underneath Sara.

GRADY:

Sara, my arm. I'm stuck, honey.

SARA:

I guess you're going to have to chew it off

then.

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