CLOSE ON A WOMAN’S FACE, BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG. SHE’S CRYING.
INT. KAT’S BEDROOM - NEW YORK CITY - DAY
The woman is KAT ELLIS, 30. Tears stream down her face as
she sits cross-legged amid the detritus of a packing frenzy.
There is an unfortunate green bridesmaid’s dress hanging on
the back of the door.
Kat’s pain is palpable. She buries her head in her lap.
Suddenly, the doorbell RINGS.
Kat sits bolt upright, wide eyed. She looks around in
disbelief. How did this happen? What is she doing on the
A BIKE MESSENGER stands outside Kat’s door. He busts a
covert ipod dance while he waits.
INT. KAT’S FOYER
Kat wipes her face and inhales, summoning deep calm.
The Bike Messenger looks up as the door swings open.
Kat is a changed woman. Nothing like the girl we saw on the
floor. You’d never know she had been crying. Or that she
even knows how.
I’m so sorry. I wasn’t quite ready
Kat props the door open with her foot as she slides a plane
ticket into an envelope. She scribbles a name on the
envelope, seals it, and hands it to him.
Lady, you said this was a rush. I
can’t rush anything anywhere if you
don’t give it to me.
Kat looks down at the envelope, she’s still holding on to it.
It’s a plane ticket.
So it is.
For a date.
For my date. To my sister’s
wedding. In London.
He’s never met my family.
I hear that noise.
Kat wills herself to surrender the envelope.
BIKE MESSENGER (CONT’D)
You need to let go.
You’re going to have to help me.
The Bike Messenger gently tugs the envelope out of her hand.
The Bike Messenger looks at her with genuine concern.
INT. KAT’S APARTMENT
Racing against time, Kat throws open a linen closet to reveal
three neat rows of plastic bins, all perfectly labeled. Kat
reaches into the bin marked "TRAVEL" and pulls out a prepacked
Kat pulls a box marked “LONDON” out from underneath her bed.
She opens it.
Pushing aside an old private school uniform and some letters,
she pulls out a worn London A-Z, a Ziploc marked “ADAPTERS,”
and her passport.
She’s about to close the box when she sees an old photo. In
it, a GORGEOUS GUY kisses Kat on the cheek. He’s holding the
camera himself -- it’s blurred and goofy, but full of love.
Kat jams it back in the box and shoves it under the bed.
EXT. NEW YORK STREET
The Bike Messenger darts in and out of traffic, avoiding the
throngs of NEW YORKERS enjoying this crisp fall day.
INT. KAT’S APARTMENT
Kat races through her apartment, packing, cleaning, getting
ready. Her place is small yet put together. It’s Crate and
Barrel meets Martha. But in a good way.
INT. KAT’S BATHROOM
Kat, finally still, stares into the mirror as she brushes her
teeth. There’s a strange intensity to it, like she’s
scrubbing away the last of her distress.