My Best Friend's Wedding Page #5

MICHAEL (V.O.)

Well, the Sox are at home. SI's

letting me do a profile on the Big

Hurt. That's Frank...

JULIANNE:

(barely audible)

... Thomas, yeh.

She's staring at herself in the mirror.

MICHAEL (V.O.)

Jules. I'm scared.

A straw to lunge at.

JULIANNE:

Well, maybe we should talk ab...

MICHAEL (V.O.)

I need you.

So heartfelt. A lifetime of emotion welling in her eyes.

MICHAEL (V.O.)

If you can't come. And hold my

hand. I'll never get through this.

Oh.

MICHAEL (V.O.)

Please come, please.

JULIANNE:

W...

MICHAEL (V.O.)

I can't wait for you to meet her!

HOLD ON Julianne. Staring in the mirror. Like watching the end of

her life.

INT. BEDROOM - LATER

The closet, the armoire, all the drawers are wide open. Two huge

suitcases open on the bed, into which Julianne is flinging clothes,

as she fumbles to smoke and dial at the same time. Over the phone,

now...

DIGGER (V.O., machine)

You've reached Digger and George.

Brevity will be appreciated.

BEEP.

JULIANNE (in a rage)

IT'S ME AGAIN, WHY AREN'T YOU GUYS

UP HAVING SAFE SEX??

SNATCHES up a tiny, clingy, sexy dress. Pouts at it.

JULIANNE:

OR, IN THE ALTERNATIVE, WHY AREN'T

YOU INTERRUPTING IT TO ANSWER

THE PHONE??

She holds the dress against her body. It's hot.

JULIANNE:

YOU, YOU, YOU! IT'S ALL ABOUT

YOU, ISN'T IT??

She clicks OFF. Checks the dress in the mirror. Raises the short

skirt a little higher.

INT. DIGGER'S CHEROKEE, JFK AIRPORT - EARLY MORNING

Digger driving the open-air Cherokee up the ramp to United Airlines

departures. Julianne, wind-whipped, trying to light a fresh

cigarette from the butt of the last one. He glances over. Hates

to see this...

DIGGER:

You can't get lung cancer and

die in four days. Go to Plan B.

She sucks deep. Really deep.

JULIANNE:

You have no appropriate sense

of emergency. My best friend

is ruining his life.

DIGGER:

No, he's ruining yours.

JULIANNE:

Same difference. If you love

someone, it's your duty to save

them from themselves.

DIGGER:

You have a real philosophy of

life.

JULIANNE:

It's called the Law of Love,

a**hole.

She is tight enough to snap. And at the edge of tears. Staring

out at the skycaps, clinging to her cigarette, as he eases to the

curb.

DIGGER (gently)

Why don't we have a drink? You

could catch a later fl...

JULIANNE:

I'm a busy girl. I've got four

days to break up a wedding, and

steal the bride's fella.

She finally looks at him. He doesn't say anything.

JULIANNE:

He's adored me for nine goddamn

years.

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