My Best Friend's Wedding
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1997
- 105 min
- 1,830 Views
INT. BOULEY RESTAURANT, NEW YORK - NIGHT
Dim lighting, crowd buzz, a long line of the rich, the celebrated,
the congenitally impatient. Everyone in this queue holds a
reservation at least an hour overdue. Tourists can't even make the
... the burnished dining room, the tables of power, the elegant
service. Covertly, many eyes are drawn to the one table receiving
by far the most lavish service of all. Captains hover, presenting
delicacies, pouring wines, murmuring obsequiously to a guest whose
person they screen from our view. We can see, however...
... the honored guest's companion. Ignored, bemused, across the
table. This is DIGGER DOWNES, 36, darkly attractive. Kind eyes,
an intellectual's mouth, Saville Row's most unobtrusive and
conservative chalk-stripe suit. He is gay, but you wouldn't guess
it. Loyal and wise and generous, and you might. He watches with a
quiet twinkle, as the Captains now step back, revealing to us...
... their most unlikely icon. JULIANNE POTTER, almost 28, wears
her favorite bulky sweater over a bunch of other stuff she pulled
together in fifteen seconds. She is unkempt, quick, volatile,
scattered, and beneath it all, perhaps because of it all, an
original beauty. Dark liquid eyes, a cynical mouth, slender
expressive fingers, which point to...
CAPTAIN:
risotto. Trace of Moselle, to
sweeten the stock.
She doesn't like that idea at all. Shoots him a sharp look of
doubt that makes him smile. Murmur...
CAPTAIN:
Don't kill us on this one, it's
a long shot.
Places the moist lump of black rice before her. She takes a
surprisingly small amount, rolls it over her tongue. Makes dead
flat eye contact with Digger. And nods, it's actually quite nice.
The Captain breathes with relief. She turns her dark eyes to him.
The tone says they're pals...
JULIANNE:
I'm writing it up as inventive and
confident. Which it is. Off the
record, I'll need an extra boat of
the ink. Or a salt shaker.
CAPTAIN:
I'll toss a coin.
As the Captain splits, Digger looks around at the other tables,
which makes many pairs of eyes awkwardly glace away.
DIGGER:
Is it ever embarrassing, having
your bum kissed in public?
JULIANNE:
If your ass isn't chapped, you
are not a good-writer of note.
She glances at her two remaining waiters, who shamelessly fawn
nearby.
JULIANNE:
Is it sad to be an editor, and bask
only in reflected insincerity?
DIGGER:
I've adjusted, and thanks for asking.
She leans forward, as if sharing something conspiratorial.
JULIANNE:
See the pull of a book like
Twenty Chefs, is not who I
put in. It's who I leave out.
DIGGER:
Which is everyone you couldn't
get in.
JULIANNE:
Plus some guys whose food I don't
like.
Pushes the risotte across to him. He lifts a fork.
DIGGER:
call?
She shrugs. Pulls a cellular out of a large, jumbled bag.
JULIANNE:
I'll buzz my machine. Inventive
and confident, yeh?
She dials. He tastes.
DIGGER:
Needs salt.
JULIANNE:
Is Newsday a real interview, or
just some cute guy you're setting
me up w...
DIGGER:
... I don't send you men, anymore.
You don't know what to do with them.
She's punching in her code.
JULIANNE:
Sometimes I do. Like for two months.
DIGGER:
... weeks.
Over the phone, we hear her answering machine...
MAN'S VOICE (V.O., soft)
Hey. It's Michael.
And her face changes. Warms. Just to hear the guileless voice.
MICHAEL (V.O.)
God, it must be, what, months, huh?
I can't wait to talk to you. I'm
in Chicago at the Ritz Carlton...
She looks impressed and surprised. Fancy place for this guy.
MICHAEL (V.O.)
Call me four in the morning,
whatever, we gotta talk.
As she hangs up. She still has that look in her eye. Digger has
never seen that, and he likes it very much.
DIGGER:
Who called? The man of the
moment?
She smiles. A sweet, natural smile that makes us like her, too.
The Bohemian sophisticate has vanished.
JULIANNE:
No, no, the opposite. That's
my best friend, Michael O'Neal.
DIGGER:
The wandering sportswriter.
He pushes the risotto back her way.
DIGGER:
I didn't know you two had a
past.
Her gaze sharpens. Hmmn?
DIGGER:
The look in your eye.
She blushes. Shakes her head, no way.
JULIANNE:
Sophomore year at Yale we had
this one hot month. And, you
know me, I got restless...
He knows her. She got restless.
JULIANNE:
So I get up the nerve to break
his heart. I tell him there's
you know...
He knows.
JULIANNE:
And he gets this... look. He
says, "I knew I couldn't hold
your interest", which, of course,
makes me feel like the shallow
b*tch I've always been...
He nods, yeah.
JULIANNE:
Then he says, "But what makes
me want to cry. Is I'm losing
the best friend I ever had."
Hears the feeling. In her voice.
JULIANNE:
And when he said it, I knew.
I felt the same.
Silence now. She covers with a smile.
JULIANNE:
So I cried. For maybe the third
time in my life. And I kissed
him. And we've been best friends
ever since.
Ever since. Fingers turning her wine glass...
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:
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?
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