My Best Friend's Wedding Page #2

JULIANNE:

Nine years, we've seen each other

through everything. Losing jobs,

losing parents, losing lovers...

travelled all over, we've had the

best times. The best times of my

life, maybe. Just drinking and

talking. Even over a phone.

DIGGER:

Kindred spirits.

JULIANNE:

No, he's nothing like me. He's

like you. Only straight.

No offense taken.

JULIANNE:

He's the salt of the earth. Kind

and loyal and generous. The one

constant thing in my life, is he'll

always be there.

DIGGER:

He's still in love with you.

That stops her. She has to say...

JULIANNE:

Maybe. But it never gets in

the way.

Something she probably hasn't confessed out loud before. Digger

understands.

DIGGER:

Well, he has a true friend in

you.

He wants her to know he sees that.

DIGGER:

Whenever George tells someone

how steadfast I am, he always

makes me sound boring.

JULIANNE:

Solid and genuine is not boring.

Michael can be completely insane...

A young waiter arrives. Sets a boat of black squid ink beside her

plate.

JULIANNE:

There was this one night in

Tucson, like six years ago...

we got amazingly drunk, I mean,

Keith Richards time...

The kid tops off her glass of meursault. Looking at her.

JULIANNE:

God, I haven't thought of this

in so long...

The waiter hanging now. Openly listening.

JULIANNE:

I can even believe we did

this...

Digger sees the guy listening, gestures to her with his eyes. So

she looks up.

JULIANNE:

Could you give us a minute?

The kid stunned, speechless. People lose jobs for a lot less.

JULIANNE:

You won't miss much, I promise

there was no sex.

He reddens and disappears.

DIGGER:

I've lost interest.

JULIANNE:

He takes a razor from his dinky

little dopp kit, cuts his fingertip,

takes my hand, does the same to me...

She places the tips of her index fingers together.

DIGGER:

Blood oath.

JULIANNE:

He says, "Swear. When we're both

28, if we've never been married...

we marry each other!"

And laughs again. Can you believe that? But Digger isn't smiling.

She wonders why. Begins to spoon black squid ink onto her risotto.

JULIANNE:

See, he figured that would be a

sign from God, or someone of

comparable authority, that we'd

misunderstood our destinies.

He still has this real serious look. She's still spooning ink.

JULIANNE:

We never talked about it again. I

don't know what made me think of...

DIGGER (quietly)

I do.

And everything. Stops. She lifts her spoon, mesmerized by the

gravity of his tone.

DIGGER:

You'll be 28 in three weeks.

How old is he?

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