R U N A W A Y B R I D E
Screenplay by Sarah Parriott & Josann McGibbon
EXT. AN IMPOSSIBLE EXPANSE OF MARYLAND FARMLAND - DAY
The wind rustles the endless field of corn, blows over the
freshly mown meadow of soybeans, and magically sways a copse of
It's a Fall after-noon. A SUDDEN POUNDING OF GALLOPING HOOVES
breaks the peace and... A HORSE and RIDER burst between the rows
of corn into the meadow. They are running for their lives.
The rider is a bride -- a beautiful woman dressed in a
disheveled wedding gown, it's train tattered and flying like a
knight's banner out behind her. This is MAGGIE CARPENTER.
The horse is frothing and wild-eyed, like the bride, who turns
to look behind her in terror. The horse's labored breathing
mingles with Maggie's panicked gasps.
We see a WEDDING BOUQUET fly into a ditch as the horse thunders
on. Maggie clings to the reins. She looks as though she is
running from the devil himself.
FADE TO BLACK
EXT. IKE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
EXT. IKE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY - ESTABLISHING SHOT
EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DAY
Hey, Fisher, pick up. I have some
column ideas I want to bounce off you.
Not there? Okay. Listen I'm thinking
of writing about those mind-numbing
informercials that are always on.
Ike walks out of his apartment building talking on cell phone.
What do you think? Good idea, right?
Boring, down to death, pointless -- It
Ike yells at a CONSTRUCTION WORKER.
If you guys are here any longer,
they're gonna make you sign a lease.
Your column should be so funny.
Ike turns and walks down the street, talking into cell phone.
Okay, I was also thinking I might write
He spots a RICH LADY with tons of diamonds getting out of a
Limousine, talking to a CHAUFFEUR. He goes up to her.
Excuse me. I was thinking of doing an
article on limousines. What would you
say to people who never had a chance to
drive in a limo?
They walk up to her DOORMAN.
I'm sorry, I don't know any people like
Ike walks off. They stare at him as he goes.
EXT. ANOTHER NEW YORK STREET - DAY
Ike's talking on the phone to his friend's machine again.
Fisher? Come on -- I know you're
sitting there laughing at me. Pick up.
I want to run an idea past you.
Ike continues walking now in the full panic of writer's block.
He pleads into his friend's answering machine as he walks.
I just could use someone to toss it
back and forth with for a few minutes,
get the juice flowing, help me. I have
an hour and twenty-seven minutes and
fifty-two seconds. Hello?
He walks away from the t-shirt table towards the bar. The
Vendor calls out to him.
Hey, Ike, when are you going to put me
in an article?
When your t-shirts stop shrinking.
Ike enters the bar. The Woman drops the shirt she was holding
and walks off with her children. The T-shirt Vendor goes back
to selling his shirts.
INT. NEW YORK BAR - LATE DAY
Ike sits at the bar speaking to an attractive Woman nearby, a
MAN puts is USA Today on the bar and addresses the BARTENDER.
I see photos of a lot of dead writers
on these walls. Got any living ones?
I have a story to tell that could win
one of them a Pulitzer.
(then, with enthusiasm)
Picture this, if you will. A small
town in Maryland, a sleepy little
village, within that a hardware store...
The Man continues speaking as Ike and the woman continue their
So what's in store for us in tomorrow's
I don't know yet. I'm kind of a last-
minute man. Ideas don't flow until an
hour or two before deadline.
The Woman gets up and begins throwing darts.
This is very interesting. You get your
ideas for your column from life. You
start up a conversation with a woman in
a bar, attack her choice of reading
material, try and get a rise out of her
while you contemplate whether or not
she's worth hitting on.
No, I can't hit on you until I get an
She starts throwing darts.
No, you don't understand.
The Woman goes to her bar stool, gathering her bag and leaves a
tip for the Bartender.
I think I do understand. So my not
responding to your baiting me will
inspire one of those potential bitter
diatribes you love to write about women
and all the things we do to drive men
I don't write bitter diatribes about
women... very often.
She whacks him with a newspaper, then shakes his hand.
Only when the ideas aren't flowing,
huh? Well, it was very nice to meet
you, one-minute man.
The Woman leaves the bar.
(as she exits)
That's last minute man.
And it's the quality that counts.
You know, for a good looking man, you
strike out a lot.
I've seen much worse.
The phone rings. Te Bartender answers it as Ike sits back on
his bar stool. Ike grabs the woman's magazine that she left on
the bar and starts glancing at it. The Man at the bar has heard
the whole thing.
I said, I've seen much worse.
Ike looks at the Man with reservation. The Man is George
Ike gets up and moves to the dart board. He removes the darts.
I've witnessed far more treacherous and
nefarious exits than that. At least
she castigated you in private.
Not as private as I thought.
Ike turns slightly, giving the man his back.
Kevin, you've got some napkins?
Writing or wiping?
Give me a pen.
The Bartender gives him cocktail napkins and a pen. Ike starts
making notes. Ike looks up from his writing. The Man gets up
and starts throwing darts.
(throwing darts hard)
Ah, come on. They deserve it. They
love you, they hate you, they're hot,
they're cold, they're high, they're
... They're up, they're down. It's
really fun making this list with you,
but I've got a column to go write.
But you don't have a really superb idea!
Well, there's a girl from my hometown
you could write about.
Ike moves to the Bartender and pays him.
Excuse me, we don't need any new ideas.
She likes to dump grooms right at the
altar. They call her "The Runaway
Both Ike and Bartender turn and stare.
She performed the travesty seven or
eight times. Right at the altar she
turns around and runs like hell.
Ike turns and heads for the door. The Man calls after him,
getting up from his stool without stopping his enthusiastic
Adios. Plows down the aisle, knocking
old ladies out of her way like the
running of the bulls at Pamplona. And
I give up.
She has the next victim all lined up.
She's twirling another body on the
Ike stops in his tracks. He turns back around in spite of
(beginning his story)
Imagine if you will, a small town in
INT. IKE'S APARTMENT - DUSK
Ike sits at his computer, cassette player with Miles Davis PLAYS
next to him as he types away reading his handiwork to himself.
"Today is a day of profound
introspection, I have been accused
of using this column to direct bitter
diatribes at the opposite sex! This
uncomfortable accusation has plunged me
into at least fifteen minutes of
serious reflection, from which I have
emerged with the conclusion that, yes
-- I traffic in female stereotypes."
EXT. USA TODAY OFFICE - DAY
FISHER walks through the main office reading the paper.
"But how can one blame me when every
time I step out my front door I meet
fresh proof that the female archetypes
are alive and well? Te mother, the
virgin, the whore, the crone; they're
elbowing you in the subway, stealing
your cabs, and overwhelming you with
perfume in elevators."
INT. USA TODAY OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Elaine at her desk reads aloud to herself.
"But perhaps, in fairness to the fairer
sex, I do need to broaden my horizon
and add some new goddesses to the
pantheon: I would like to nominate for
Fisher hands a file to Elaine.
"... The cheerleader, the coed, and the
man-eater, the last of which concerns me
Fisher leaves and we hold a USA Today sign.
INT. NEW YORK BAR - DAY
The Man comes out of the men's room reading the USA Today,
Kevin, the Bartender, stands on the bar reading the same
"To be fair, the man-eater isn't
exactly new. In Ancient Greece, this
fearsome female was known as Erinys,
the devouring death goddess. In India,
she is Kali, who likes to devour her
boyfriend Shiva's entrails while her
yoni devour his -- dot dot dot, never
mind. In Indonesia, the bloody-jawed
man-eater is called Ragma..."
Te Man sits at the bar near to the Bartender.
You noticed these are all countries
"... And in Hale, Maryland where she
helps run the family hardware store.
She is known as Miss Maggie Carpenter
".... AKA, the Runaway Bride."
EXT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCK - DAY
WORKERS read the above article.
INT./EXT. BEAUTY PARLOR / HALE, MARYLAND - DAY
PEGGY and MRS. PRESSMAN exit the parlor and stroll down the
street. (lowers her paper and reads.)
"... And in Hale, Maryland where she
helps run the family hardware store."
(to the Women)
We have to go to Maggie. Cindy, mind
"... She is known as Miss Maggie
Carpenter, AKA, the Runaway Bride."
The older one, Mrs. Pressman, listens with a pained expression
as the younger one, Peggy, continues to read the column aloud.
Neither one can believe what they're reading.
"What is unusual about Miss Carpenter
is that she likes to dress her men up
as grooms before she devours them. She
has already disemboweled six in a row
by leaving them at the altar."... I
can't ready anymore.
(takes paper from
"And her ritual feast continues as she
prepares to make a sacrifice out of the
seventh fiance. So all bets are on and
we hope that this boomerang bride isn't
honeymooning with Las Vegas odds makers
because many predict that this girl is
out of there before the race... before
the rice hits the ground"
Peggy and Mrs. Pressman step into a hardware store.
INT. HARDWARE STORE - CONTINUOUS
Peggy and Mrs. Pressman enter, worried.
You tell Maggie.
No, you tell her.
No, no. You're her best friend.
You know, it's just possible that she
hasn't read this yet.
Maybe she hasn't read the paper...
On the counter, they see a copy of USA Today opened to the
article about Maggie.
MRS. PRESSMAN (cont'd)
... Or not!
We follow MAGGIE down the back stairs inside The Hale Hardware
Store, the prettiest, most welcoming shop of its kind anywhere
in small town USA. Somehow the place ha taken on the spirit of
the owner's daughter; both stop and shop-girl radiate brightness,
charm, and possibility. Maggie comes down steps with a faucet
handle and goes to an elderly customer, MR. PAXTON.
Here we go! One antique hot water
handle with the "HOT" still on it,
guaranteed to fit any American Standard
cast iron tub with a four-inch center
made between 1924 and 1938. In other
words, I think you're out of the
doghouse with Mrs. Paxton.
Alright, Mr. Paxton, I'll put it on
Maggie rounds the bend, another customer, EARL, stands by the
(walking past customer)
You don't need an air conditioner, Earl,
you just need an attic fan -- There's
more in the back.
Maggie steps behind the front counter of the store and takes the
account book out. Her voice trails off as she sees the dour
expression on the faces of her friends.
Peggy nervously mentions the newspaper.
So -- Mag -- you've seen this, huh?
Yes, I've seen it. And I have to say
it's the rudest and most offensive...
joke anybody's ever played on me!
To their amazement, Maggie starts smiling.
You guys! How long did this take you?
Maggie stays amused.
Where'd you get this done?
You creeps! I should disinvite you!
And why did you say seven times? This
Uh, Maggie, you told us to bachelorette
jokes, so we didn't...
Maggie looks at the stricken face of her friends.
Peggy looks like she is going to cry with sympathy for Maggie.
Maggie is starting to feel uncomfortable. She looks down,
dubiously, at the paper.
Um, you know, now would be a good
moment to tell me this is fake.
It won't be funny if you drag it out.
Okay, well... I mean, I can find out...
Real newspapers smear. Phoney papers
She picks up the paper and brushes it against her apron, leaving
an INK SMEAR!!
She nearly kneels over.
Peggy and Mrs. Pressman immediately spring to her side. They
give her a bag to breathe in.
INT. MAGGIE'S WORKOUT ROOM/GYM - NIGHT
We see Maggie kickboxing in anger. The radio is on. She
suddenly stops, yanks Ike's article off the wall, leaves her
workout area and goes to her desk.
ANGLE ON DESK AREA:
She turns off the radio and begins to type her letter.
EXT. MANHATTAN - DAY - ESTABLISHING SHOT
As Maggie's VOICE-OVER continues to read her letter, we take in
a Manhattan busy day. It is big, loud, and anonymous.
MAGGIE (V.O.; cont'd)
"Greeting from the sticks! Perhaps you
believe that a rural education is
focused mainly on hog calling and
tractor maintenance rather than reading.
Why else would you print a piece of
fiction about me and call it fact?"
Te CAMERA FINDS Ike, striding across a busy street, dodging
taxies. A WOMAN smacks him with a newspaper. He passes a WOMAN
TRAFFIC OFFICER, then a hot dog stand. He greets and passes a
FALAFEL VENDOR. THE CAMERA PANS to a USA Today Truck.
MAGGIE (V.O.; cont'd)
"I suppose Mr. Graham was too busy
thinking us slanderous statements about
how I dump men for kicks to bother with
something silly like accuracy in
reporting. Which is understandable,
because with a "man-eater" like me on
the loose, who has time to check facts?"
EXT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCKS - CONTINUOUS
He passes regular GUYS who cheer him.
MAGGIE (V.O.; cont'd)
"Still, we cannibalistic queens can get
pretty cranky when we see things in
print that hurt our feelings, like that
we deliberately abandon fiances with
INT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCKS - CONTINUOUS
He enters the newspaper building, going to Ellie's office.
INT. USA TODAY OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
He walks through the crowded city room. His arrival attracts a
lot of attention from his CO-WORKERS. Ike seems a little
surprised, but he's pleased.
MAGGIE (V.O.; cont'd)
"That's why I was surprised to find Mr.
Graham's editor was a woman. Call me a
sentimental fool, but I sort of hoped
we man-eater could stick together."
Ike works his way down the hall to the editor's office. CHUFFA
Ike greets various workers. He steps up to the editor's
secretary, ELAINE. She doesn't smile.
I'll put in a good word for you.
No, no, don't mention my name in there.
You can go in now.
Ike goes into Ellie's office. Elaine picks up her phone.
INT. ELLIE'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
ELLIE is that editor. Stylish and successful looking, she's
about Ike's age. Ellie sits behind a big desk with a scowl on
her pretty face. Her casual-looking husband, Fisher, sits
nonchalantly on the arm of the couch. Ike enters as Ellie reads
"Anyway, I'm just dropping you big city
folk this little note to say that I have
thought of a ritual sacrifice that would
satisfy my current appetite: Ike
Graham's column on a platter. Yours
truly, Maggie Carpenter. P.S. -- I
have inclosed a list of the gross
factual misrepresentations in your
article. There are fifteen."
Ike sits as Ellie puts the letter down and takes off her glasses.
(chuckles as he sits)
Fully. I like her. She has wit.
I left four messages. You don't return
So? I never returned your calls, even
when we were married. And what's
Fisher doing here anyway?
Fisher gets and places a photo of the cat on a bookshelf on his
way to the other side of the room.
Ellie asked me to come down to offer
Since when does Ellie need moral supp--
-- It's for you, Ike.
Journalism lesson number one. If you
fabricate your facts, you get fired.
Ellie pushes USA Today lawyer's letter across the desk for him
to read. Ike picks it up and skims the letter. His face is as
impassive as stone.
Lesson number two. Never work for your
That's not nothing to do with it. You
cooked this story up and you know it.
I didn't cook up a story. I had a
Someone reliable, I'm sure. A booze-
hound in a bar?
In vino veritas.
Don't knock drunk guys in bars. Drunk
guys in bars are good. It means
they're not driving.
Ike gets up and stands near Ellie, making his point.
Besides, I'm a columnist. This is what
columnists are supposed to do. This is
what you like. We push, we stretch, we
go out on a limo. That's what makes me
No, that's what makes you unemployed.
I merely write the stuff. You're the
one that serves it up.
Ike puts down the letter and puts his glasses back into his
Not anymore. I have to draw the line.
(pushing a piece
She sent us this list. Our lawyers say
Ellie hands Ike Maggie's list.
(glances at list)
I don't know, Ellie -- Firing me is
going to be very tough on you. It's
going to be hard to get over. There
will be therapy bills for you.
I already made an appointment for later
(putting the list
See? You want custody of my job? ...
Why not just consider my wrist slapped
and call me when you feel I've served
I'm sorry, Ike. This is permanent.
Fisher winces and looks away. Ike and Ellie look at each other
for a sober moment.
ELLIE (V.O.; cont'd)
If you go quietly, I'll get you
Ellie fidgets with her toy rake, then Ike heads for the door.
He laughs a little at the painful truth of her words and walks
out. Ellie collapses back in her chair. Fisher goes to her and
rubs her shoulders.
EXT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCK - DAY
Ike rides sadly on the back of a forklift, gets off and walks
EXT. HALE RESIDENTIAL STREET - ANOTHER MORNING
ANGLE ON MAGGIE'S HOUSE:
A train goes by. A modest clapboard house with a porch. Two
entrances. A PAPERBOY tosses a paper onto the lawn in front of
the house. The front door opens and Maggie appears fresh out of
bed, wearing only a jacket and panties. Heedless of being seen
this way, she scampers out to the sidewalk to pick up her
delivered paper: USA Today. She tears off the plastic bag and
rips into it, looking for her letter. She finds it. A smile on
her face, then she scampers back into the house.
INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - THAT MOMENT
Maggie skips back into her house which she shares with Father
and Grandma. A cozy and eclectic place creatively furnished on
a shoe-string. She rushes into: KITCHEN WHERE BOB KELLY,
fiance #4, is packing cans into a backpack. Bob, 38, has a
pleasant face and a body that is almost shockingly buff. He's
wearing a T-shirt that reads: "Mountaineers Do It Against the
Wall.", Maggie dances over, waving the paper and singing.
She canned him, she canned him...
Bob test the weight of the backpack adding dehydrate food.
Come here, Mag, and try this on.
Maggie puts the paper on the kitchen counter and starts to read
aloud, paying no mind to Bob, who is sticking her arms through
the straps of the backpack.
Listen: "Dear Ms. Carpenter, I
apologize to you for this unfortunate
matter. Ike Graham's column will no
longer be appearing in this paper.
Best of luck in you upcoming marriage!"
Bob continues to hold up the weight of the backpack as he straps
it onto Maggie's shoulders.
That-a-girl! You sacked him.
This is the weight of the pack you're
going to have to carry in the Himalayas.
Tell me if it's too heavy.
Bob lets go and Maggie FALLS BACKWARD, disappearing behind the
counter, and hitting the floor, with a THUD. Bob looks down at
her. Maggie's voice rises from the floor behind the counter.
It's a little... It's a little heavy...
Help me, baby.
Bob has no answer. He reaches a hand down. He yelps as Maggie
pulls him down on top of her, out of frame. We HEAR them giggle
INT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCK - ANOTHER DAY
Fisher uses the dock for a photo shoot featuring men and women
in evening and formal wear from Escada for G.Q. Fisher is not
actually shooting the camera, but rather supervising it.
Fisher claps his hands and calls the models to attention. Then
he goes onto the stage and sets the models in their positions.
Remember, we are putting the "fun" back
I just say that for the agency guys. I
don't even know what that means. Now
INT. USA TODAY OBSERVATION ROOM - DAY
Elevator doors open. Ike and Fisher exit and walk towards the
Ike, I really liked the Runaway Bride
piece, and since I do freelance stuff
for G.Q., I'm in a different position
What are you trying to say to me, Fish?
They stop walking.
Vindication. How would you like to get
some? A chance to prove that, though
your facts weren't entirely straight,
your theory was correct.
(hiding his hope)
The real story on Miss Carpenter.
All the gory details.
They start walking again.
The anatomy of the black widow spider
It wouldn't be a bad way to get you
back into writing feature pieces
This is good. It is a good story,
They stop at the coffee table and grab something to eat.
If she runs, then it's a cover story.
All true. All accurate.
Okay, you were right. I hated my
column, but I can do this assignment.
Then you've got it. If you leave
tomorrow for the hinterlands, you'll
have plenty of time before her next
"Paid vindication" That's what I call
Justice, yes. Paid, I don't know.
They like the idea, but my hands are
tied with budget restraints.
But I'll get my normal fee, right?
He walks away.
You want me to do it on spec?!
He follows him.
EXT. MARYLAND HIGHWAY - DAY
We see Ike driving down the highway. The car sputters a little
as he and Fisher continue their conversation in voice-over. (If
needed by the editor.)
Don't say "spec" like it's a dirty word.
Nobody ever paid Shakespeare to write a
play! Plato never got a book advance...
Oh yeah! I happen to know from
reliable sources that Nietzche got
expenses and a rental car.
We hear Fisher laugh.
IKE (V.O.; cont'd)
I'm going to make this work, Fish. I'm
going to do it!
Ike's car drives into Hale, passing a billboard reading,
"Welcome to Hale."
EXT. HALE STREET - DAY
Ike drives down picturesque Main Street. He passes Hale
Hardware. Sign says: "At Curl. Be back soon."
EXT. ATLANTIC HOTEL - DAY
A BARBERSHOP QUARTET is singing in front of the only hotel in
town. Ike pulls up and goes inside.
INT. LOBBY/ATLANTIC HOTEL - DAY
Ike has checked into the Atlantic Hotel. The clerk, LEE, hands
him his key. Ike asks about room service and the restaurant.
An OLDER WOMAN asks him if he plays bridge as he goes up the
stairs to his room.
EXT. HALE MAIN STREET - DAY
Ike exits his hotel as the Barber Shop Quartet finishes singing
He now walks down the charming main artery of the town, looking
exactly like what he is: a cynical New York out of his element
on sunny Main Street, USA. KIDS ride by on bikes, streaming
balloons behind them. A balloon hits Ike on the face. As he
crosses the street, he mutters into his tape recorder:
I think I'm in Maryberry.
Flags hang on all the storefronts and the place sparkles with
wholesome attitudes as PEOPLE greet each other familiarly. Ike
comes to beauty parlor called "Curl Up and Dye". The place is
doing business and crowded with WOMEN.
INT. BEAUTY PARLOR - DAY
Cindy, the manicurist, does Mrs. Pressman's nails. Maggie sits
on the floor next to Peggy's salon chair, fixing the base of a
barber chair. She tightens a screw and looks up, satisfied.
Cindy's dog is on the floor near Maggie.
Cindy, you better 86 Sprout. He seems
to be enjoying the petroleum
Cindy rolls over in her chair, picks up her dog and rolls back
to her station.
That's it. Back to obedience school.
Okay -- have a seat... gently,
Peggy sits in the chair. Maggie spins her around and around.
You're a goddess!
I didn't even need to change this
gasket, just put in a little hydraulic
Stop it. When you talk like that, I
get turned on and it frightens me.
JUST THEN. Ike enters the salon, taking off his sunglasses.
Peggy hops off the chair.
Hello. I'm looking for Maggie
Carpenter. There was a sign at the
hardware store across the street...
Are you a reporter?
It's a little early in the game for Ike to be thrown off guard.
(eyeing his loafers)
It's been our experience that anyone
with some sort of gewgaw on his loafers
ends up being another big city reporter
wanting to interview Maggie.
About her upcoming wedding and all.
No, about her getting that asshole from
New York fired.
Ike smiles down at his loafers and shrugs.
I am just such a reporter. And you are?
Peggy Phleming. Not the ice skater.
Peggy steps aside. Ike moves toward Cindy and Mrs. Pressman.
And who are these lovely ladies?
Te ladies shake his hand and introduce themselves.
Cindy. Maggie's unmarried cousin.
Mrs. Pressman. No relation.
And you are?
(turning toward her)
Looking for Maggie.
Yep. Maggie -- Someone to see you.
Maggie looks over from her sitting position on the floor. She
gives Ike the once-over, focusing on the shoes.
(yelling to Peggy)
Ike crouches to see Maggie on the floor just as she rises to her
feet. Ike straightens up. For a moment, he is thrown by her
beauty and intelligent eyes.
I hope you have a different angle.
It's pretty much all been covered.
Originality is my speciality.
Hold on -- Nobody interviews Maggie in
here unless they're getting haircut.
She's the boss.
Sorry, no. I just got one.
Excuse me, sir. I have an actual fact
(steps to Mrs. Pressman)
Yes, Mrs. Pressman.
It's her fourth time to the altar, you
know. Not seven like they said.
I know. Tell me something. Do you
think she's going to make it all the
way this time?
During the Ike/Mrs. Pressman exchange, Maggie looks at Ike.
There's something familiar about him. She looks over at Peggy
and beckons her to a copy of Ike's column affixed to a mirror.
A goatee and horns, have been scrawled on Ike's byline picture.
He's been "devilized". Peggy coughs as she recognizes Ike in
the newspaper clipping.
She swallowed her gun.
Mrs. Pressman continues her story to Ike.
I'm not sure. Mr. Schullian runs the
newsstand, he's our local bookie, you
know, he's giving eight to one odds she
won't. He says she's so famous now,
maybe Vegas will give odds on her. I'm
going to wait to hear what the pros say.
Good fact. Well, you let me know.
Oh, I will.
Maggie indicates column to Peggy. She looks over at the part of
the shop used to wash and dye hair. There's a sink, stool and a
cabinet affixed to the wall above sink, which holds various
shampoos and hair dyes. Maggie gets an idea. Maggie and Peggy
step forward toward Ike.
Well, instead of a haircut, how about
a wash? You know, get all that city
grit out of it.
You'll answer my questions?
Maggie nods affirmatively.
(removing his jacket)
Fine. You wash, I'll ask the
Ike hands Peggy his jacket. A mystified Peggy leads Ike to the
sink. While she does this...
Have a seat. Peggy, why don't you give
him the special treatment that
strengthens the follicles.
Ike sits in the chair near the sink. Maggie shakes out a smock
and puts it around Ike.
So, what do you want to know?
Ike leans and rests his head on the sink. Peggy bends over him
and wets his hair. She grabs various hair coloring products.
Nervous? Not at all! No. I've never
been more certain in my life. Except
-- I am having all kinds of weird
Ike pulls the cloth down from over his face.
Weird dreams? You're going to tell me
Let's just put this back here for the
Peggy recovers his face, then continues to fuss with the hair
coloring products. Maggie helps.
INT. BEAUTY PARLOR - LATER
Ike sits with a towel over his head as Peggy blow-dries the back
of his head. His back is to the mirror, his body faces Maggie.
Cindy does her own nails as Mrs. Pressman scratches off lottery
tickets. The dog, Sprout, sits in is basket.
In another one...
PETE, wearing a hat, comes in the front door of the salon.
Hey, Pete, I'll be right with you.
Ike peeks out from under his towel as Maggie continues.
I'm inside the church. Everyone I know
is there, only they're not really them.
They're like Frankenstein monsters, but
without the bolts coming out of their
necks. It's all very "Night of the
Living Dead". And here's the creepiest
part -- I look down at my dress and
it's red. I mean, I have no idea what
it means. Red's not my color!
Ike listens intently and stares steadily into her eyes. Peggy
removes the towel. His hair is divided into equal parts and
dyed orange and red.
So what do you think?
Ike stares back at her, the tickle of suspicion creeping up his
I think you'd look good in red.
No, she's talking about your hair.
Maggie swivels his chair so that Ike faces the mirror. Ike
looks at his brightly colored hair.
You're all ready for football season,
Ike stares at his hair in total confusion. With icy calm, Ike
rises from his chair and primps the end of his hair as if giving
it the finishing touches. Then he sees his defaced newspaper
clipping and all becomes clear. He picks up the article and
shows it to everyone. Ike does a slow burn.
Yes, I think I nailed the personality
profile of the women of Hale.
Ike turns and puts the clipping up on the mirror.
My jacket, please.
Peggy hands him his jacket.
Ike moves toward the door. He spots Pete.
(putting on jacket;
Excuse me, Pete, do you know a place
that sells shampoo... Strong shampoo?
Doc's Pharmacy. Third and Elm. Tell
him Pete sent you. Want my hat?
Ike smiles at Maggie and exits.
He seems crabby.
EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY
In front of beauty salon, Maggie follows Ike out.
If you're looking for Elm Street, it's
She puts on her sunglasses.
He walks the other way.
If you came down here in the pursuit of
happiness, you might as well go back.
Because you can't make me feel bad.
She stops walking and turns to Ike.
I'm not here to make you feel bad. I'm
here for vindication. In my heart...
You have one?
Ike walks back to Maggie.
I feel I'm right about you. You got me
fired, lady. You destroyed my
reputation and you screwed up my hair.
You chew men up, spit them out and
loved it. And I'm down here to satisfy
myself on that point.
PASSERSBY stare at Ike's hair and giggle.
Did something happen to make you care
Yes. Conviction. Conviction that I'm
onto the truth. You're going to do the
same thing to "poor bastard number four"
that you did to the last three. You're
going to run again. And I'm not
leaving until you do.
You're going to be very disappointed.
I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got
to get back to work. I still have my
He stares at her for a beat, stung by her words.
I have nothing to hide, Mr. Graham.
Talk to whoever you want. You might
actually stumble upon a fact or two.
Maggie walks away. Ike walks a few steps and stops at a KID on
Hey, kid, I'll give you ten bucks for
Kid agrees. Ike puts the hat on and starts to cross the street.
An OLD WOMAN walks by and hits him with a newspaper. Ike is
EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DUSK
Maggie pulls into the driveway in her truck. She's in a fine
mood as she walks right in the house.
INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DUSK
Bob, Walter, and Maggie's GRANDMOTHER JULIA sit in the living
room. Grandma is sewing one of Maggie's wedding veils. Walter
drinks wine, Ike wears a hat.
You know, when I only see one dog, I
know I've had too much to drink.
Te family dog, Skipper, sits near a ceramic dog table. Maggie
smiles as she walks in the front door and puts down her tool box
You'll never guess who came crawling
into town with his tail between his
Maggie enters the parlor to see Ike smiling evilly from his seat
on the couch.
Hello, Maggie. I just came by to
apologize to your family.
(looks to Walter)
When I'm wrong, I'm wrong. I pushed a
story. I made a mistake.
In other words -- he's only human. An
he brought us a bottle of wine.
Raises the bottle to Maggie.
They made me put my hat back on.
Oh, yeah. Scared the hell out of
You've got to be kidding me.
Maggie stares at them both.
(enjoying the moment)
No, no, you should have seen Skipper.
It wasn't that funny.
Maggie gives him a look that says, "You are not absolved." She
smiles stiffly, looking back at Ike. She then sits on the arm
of Bob's chair and puts her arm on his shoulder.
So, the forces of good and evil have
Maggie takes the wine bottle from the table next to Walter. She
snaps a look to Bob, who follows her.
I'll help you take into the kitchen.
Check on the crabs, Bob.
We overhear them murmuring in annoyed tones about the wedding
plans as they exit... Walter puts down his drink.
Gee, I hope they don't have a fight out
there. You don't think they'll call it
Well, wedding cake freezes. This we
You know, your daughter seems...
Ike notices that he's been sewn to the veil.
That's okay, Grandma.
Grandma cuts the thread and separates the veil from Ike's sleeve.
(continuing his thought)
... Like such a lovely girl.
Walter points to a portrait painting on the wall.
Like her mother.
(seeing the portrait)
(gets up to admire
I just can't see her leaving multiple
grooms in the dust like that.
Oh, yes, you can. She's has 'em all on
She has a tape?
Yeah. Lee at the hotel videos wedding.
I mean Maggie didn't know she was going
to make the hundred-yard dash.
Walter gestures to a pile of video cassettes on the bookcase.
Ike checks on the tapes.
Dad's fishing trip, Grandma's knee
operation, Grandma's birthday...
Gotta tell you this about my daughter.
My daughter makes real good time, even
in a long dress and heels. Maggie may
not be Hale's longest running joke, but
she certainly is the fastest.
Walter cracks up.
CLOSE ON: A tape. It reads: "Maggie I, II, III." Ike's
interest is more than piqued. Ike picks it up. They get up and
go to the dining room.
INT. DINNING ROOM/MAGGIE'S HOUSE - NIGHT
The family dog, Skipper, steals food from the table. Walter
scolds him. Walter whacks his crab with his hammer and Ike
Emma and I were only blessed with one
child, not for lacking of trying.
This is good, Dad, don't leave anything
Ike's hammer flies out of his hand. He goes to pick it up.
So I've come to see it as a bonus,
really, that we've been able to plan,
and pay for, so many weddings.
Not this one. This one's on me.
Despite what you think, I don't do it
on purpose. And I have no intention of
doing it again.
That's right, Maggie. Just keep your
eye on the ball.
Ike raises his eyebrows in question. Bob explains.
Sports psychology. It was my major in
I'm the town's unofficial fitness
trainer. Big advocate of the mind and
body combining for success. You could
say or you can quote me, I'm a glass
half full king of guy.
Bob's the head of the P.E. department
at the high school. And he coaches the
football team. And he's climbed
To Maggie's satisfaction, Ike shoots Bob a look of begrudging
respect. Nobody who's been up Everest is a total clown.
Everest. Is that right?
(sticking it to Ike)
My girl likes to brag about me.
Bob and Maggie kiss Ike two little love-birds.
I'm taking her trekking on Annapurna on
Ike is highly amused.
We think so.
Nothing like sharing your nuptial bed
with two Sherpas and a yak.
Walter cracks up, Maggie shoots Ike a look. He smiles back.
INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM/INT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S BEDROOM (NYC)
INTERCUT TELEPHONE CONVERSATION
Fisher and Ellie are exercising. Fisher is on a cycle machine.
Ellie does yoga stretches. Ike sits back on the couch, puts on
his glasses and watches a video taped wedding playing on the TV
screen. Superimposed titles read "Brian Norris wedding."
(to Fisher; into phone)
You won't believe what I'm looking at,
Fisher. A videotape of all three train
THE TV - CLOSE
Two flower girls and Peggy enter a crowded church where the
groom, Brian, and his best man wait at the altar.
Now we see Maggie come down the aisle, then walk past the altar.
We see Maggie move away another aisle and out of the church.
SHOCKED WEDDING GUESTS rise in horror, as she runs from this
first wedding. She drags the train boy up the second aisle as
she leaves. Ike hangs up. He gets up to pick up the remote and
then sits back down to watch.
The tape fast-forwards to the next wedding. Now Ike is looking
at a much more relaxed, hipper, backyard wedding. It says,
"Gill Chavez Wedding". He hits the fast-forward button
(sometimes slowing down).
We see the Carpenter's backyard. It is Gill and Maggie's
wedding day. The yard is crowded with a MIXTURE of Hells
Angels-types, Deadheads and townspeople. The "altar" is a band
platform against the back fence.
Gill is waiting on the platform with a rock combo playing
Grateful Dead-type music. He makes an introductory speech.
Maggie steps out onto the back porch. She's beautiful in a
hippie-type wedding ensemble. She walks with her father to a
trampoline. We can see her tattoo. She jumps on the trampoline,
then dives into the crowd. They watch her and body surf her
over their heads to the back fence.
As she hits the stage, she looks at Peggy and Gill, then decides
to go. She jumps off the stage and runs up to a passing GUY on
a dirt bike. She jumps on and turns and waves as she rides
away. During the video, Ike scribbles: "Gill Chavez". Maggie
goes off on dirt bike. The tape fast-forwards to the last of
He now sees the third wedding. It's outdoors, in a tree lined
area, MUSICIANS plays. Ike laughs as he discovers that Maggie
approaches the altar on horseback, in a simple white dress,
wearing a crown of flowers. The Maid Marian look. Ike slows the
ON TV: IT SAYS, "GEORGE SWILLING WEDDING".
As Maggie rides down the aisle, suddenly the horse whinnies!
Maggie has kicked it in the shins. It rears and bolts,
galloping off with the bride. Ike FREEZE FRAMES the tape on an
image of Maggie, hair blowing. Although she is panic-stricken,
her soul seems to shine through in tat single frame. As Ike
stares at her, the smirk fades from his face. He just looks at
her, allowing himself to see her expression, her eyes. He can't
She gets to him. Ike gets a restless look on his face. He
stares closely. The groom is George from the bar.
EXT. TE TROUT BAKERY - THE NEXT DAY
Establishing. High angle wide shot of a bakery in Hale. Ike
exits a neighboring shop and walks down the block. He pauses in
front of the bakery to take a look at Maggie's truck. As he
does, a middle-aged Black WOMAN walks by and whacks him with a
newspaper. Ike is stunned as she walks off. He turns to a MAN
sitting on a bench.
Did you see that?
INT. THE TROUT BAKERY - CONTINUOUS
CLOSE ON a group of plastic grooms and brides on a counter top.
MRS. TROUT is behind the counter helping Maggie with a selection
of grooms for her wedding cake. The groom figures are spread out
on the counter. All sizes and colors, some attached to brides,
some solo, some tuxes, some in dinner jackets.
This one's very popular, but oh, you've
used this one before... Brian. But I
like the white dinner jacket.
No, he's no good. Too blond.
(picks up another)
We'll go with total traditional.
Then, Ike comes up behind her as she discards another groom.
But he's got the Bobster's eyes.
Maggie cringes at the sound of Ike's voice.
No -- the Bobster's eyes are closer set.
She ignores him and continues her search.
(to Mrs. Trout)
Could I have two coffees, please? And
what is that wonderful smell?
I'll have two of those delicious
looking cinnamon rolls.
(picking up a
Here, Maggie. I think this makes the
Mrs. Trout steps away to get his order. Ike moves to the other
side of Maggie and picks up the bride and groom figure.
Let's see... Excuse me, isn't that cute?
He makes the bride figure repeatedly knock the groom figure in
the head and run away screaming.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam! Oh, help me!
Help me! Yup! That's her all right.
Mrs. Trout just about bursts a gut laughing. Maggie takes the
bride from Ike coldly.
You must be that Mr. Graham fellow.
Ike turns and goes to her.
Yes, I am. And who are you?
Betty Trout. Five dollars.
(as he pays)
Oh, Betty. I take it you're going to
be making the wedding cake and they say
you're throwing --
-- The luau for Maggie.
She starts picking lint off his sleeve and buttons his cuff.
(all smiles for
Grandma made me the cutest outfit. I
can't wait to show it to you.
A pre-wedding luau?
Yes. My husband and I love luaus.
It'll be fun.
Mrs. Trout turns and grabs Ike's bag containing two coffees.
Fun? Fun isn't the word.
Mrs. Trout beams. Maggie understands his answer a little better.
Mrs. Trout hands Ike his items and he pays.
If you're still in town, you should
No, I'm sure he doesn't.
(to Mrs. Trout)
Actually, I would love to come.
(taps her service bell)
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Maggie steps over, carrying her bride and groom figure choices.
Is that what you're going to do now?
Follow me around everywhere I go?
Ike smiles at Maggie enigmatically as he picks up his order and
heads for the door.
He starts to leave with his bag. Mrs. Trout stops him.
(handing him the
Your two cinnamon rolls.
Bye, Betty. Thanks.
He's not a nice person.
Maggie hands Mrs. Trout her bride and broom figures. Maggie
looks at Mrs. Trout, suddenly nervous. She dashes out. Mrs.
Trout imitates Ike bamming the bride and groom, laughing.
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY
Various High School SPORTS TEAMS practice. Maggie strides across
the football field, a scowl on her face. A few HIGH SCHOOL
FOOTBALL PLAYERS job past Maggie, doing laps. A boy, KENDALL,
calls out to her affectionately as she passes. One of them,
DENNIS, slows his pace to run alongside Maggie.
Maggie, don't marry Coach! Marry me.
I love you.
You're jail bait, Dennis. Go away.
Run your laps. Go. Go.
Dennis runs on as Maggie continues toward her goal: Bob and Ike,
standing together on the other side of the field.
ANGLE ON BOB AND IKE
They're both standing on the blocking sled. Wave after wave of
VARSITY FOOTBALL PLAYERS ram into the sled and drive it across
the field with both Ike and Bob on top of it. Ike is munching on
one of the cinnamon rolls as Bob pushes the KIDS.
Drive! Drive! From your hips, get low,
get low, get low. Next!
Ike smiles broadly atop of the sled as he sees Maggie
approaching, looking mighty peeved. He nudges Bob and points to
Maggie. Bob lights up at the sight of her.
Good job, gentlemen... Special teams.
The football players move away from the sled. Bob moves to
Maggie, leaves Ike alone.
Bob kisses and embraces Maggie. She doesn't see Ike immediately,
What is he up to now?
Ike just came by to check out the team.
And talk about you.
Ike grins and shows Maggie the notes in his pocket.
Bob -- are you making friends with this
I'm just bragging about how great you
are. I'm the luckiest man alive.
Bob grabs Maggie around the waist and smooches her adoringly.
Maggie scowls at Ike. He nods, all charm.
Well -- I've got to get moving -- lot
of work to do today! I'll see you two
Ike leaves. Bob calls after him.
See you at the wedding.
You bet ya, Coach.
Maggie is aghast. She stares at Bob. Ike joins in behind a line
of peppy cheerleaders.
At the wedding? You invite him? Bob,
don't you realize he's writing another
article about me?
Sure I do. But the bet defense is a
good offense, right? You're not going
to let your opponent throw you off
You don't understand this guy.
Let him come to the wedding. You're
not running, right? Say it. "I'm
I'm not running.
So if you're not running and Ike Graham
is there to see it, then any article he
writes has got to have a happy ending,
right? All we're doing is turning
lemon into lemonade.
I've got news for you. No amount of
sugar and water is going to turn like
Graham into something you want to take
on a picnic.
Bob gives Maggie a big hug.
Where's that homemade sunshine?
Bob blows his whistle, then puts Maggie on the football sled.
I want you boys to take my princess on
the ride of her life... Honey, tell 'em
where you parked your car.
Maggie screams as the boys push her down the football field.
INT. CONFESSIONAL BOOTH/CHURCH - DAY
Maggie kneels, hands folded reverently. The booth's grate opens
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
My last confession was... ahh...
She tries to recall.
... Anyway, I have sort of a technical
question here. I've been having -- bad
thoughts. I mean, really bad thoughts
Of an impure nature?
No -- like -- I'm having a problem with
that whole turn-the-other-cheek concept.
I want revenge. I want to destroy this
guy's life, career, everything. On the
sin scale, how big is that? I mean,
can I "Hail Mary" my way out of it?
Child, any sin in one's heart is...
The name's Maggie. It wasn't this side
of ten years ago that you had your
tongue down my throat. So don't call
me "child", Brian. It annoys me.
Now don't get upset.
Brian closes the confessional window and exits
Brian, open up. Don't ignore me.
Brian leans into her confessional. She steps out to join him.
You're not even Catholic, Maggie -- you
really shouldn't come to confession.
He's a nice looking and gentle man. They regard each other for a
I'm sorry. I'm just so stressed out
about that slime-ball reporter being in
town. I jus had to come warn you he
might show up here and start asking you
all kinds of ridiculous questions.
Brian moves away. Maggie follows and sits in a nearby pew.
Actually, he only asked me one
ridiculous question. The rest weren't
What? You talked to him! Did you tell
him we dated before you were a priest?
Yes, yes, I'm sure I only did you good,
What did he ask?
A woman, MRS. MURPHY, rushes in.
Father, am I too late?
It won't take long. Jus two venials.
The woman goes into the confessional booth to wait.
Only respectful things. What did we
have in common back then... What kind
of music did you like... Did you ruin
my life when you left me standing at
And what did you say?
How could I be angry at you when
clearly what has happened to me is as
Good one! Thanks.
It happens to be how I feel.
Brian sits next to Maggie.
God... Of course. I'm sorry -- I mean,
Brian -- I've got to go. The man's a
lunatic, but I know exactly where he's
God bless you, Maggie.
She turns to rush out, then stops herself.
Oh, wait, my purse.
She moves to the confessional, knocks, then speaks to Mrs. Murphy.
Excuse me, sorry, forgot my purse.
Maggie closes the booth curtain and turns to Brian.
Wait -- what was the ridiculous
question he asked?
Brian smiles mischievously.
He wanted to know how you used to like
Weird. Like after all those years you
She starts to go, then stops in her tracks as she hears:
-- Scrambled, with salt, pepper and
dill. Same as me.
Maggie looks at Brian. Suddenly, she remembers too.
I'm really sorry that I hurt you, Brian.
I'm happy here, where I'm supposed to
be. But if you ever become a Catholic,
may I ask you a favor, Maggie?
Could your confess to Father Patrick
from now on?
And she scampers out. Brian goes back into the confessional.
EXT. GILL'S GARAGE - DAY
Maggie drives up to an old brick firehouse that is now an auto
garage. The faded sign reads: "Gill's Garage".
INT. GILL'S GARAGE - DAY
Maggie rushes inside and looks around. No one is in sight.
Several cars, including a yellow jeep-like car up on a hydraulic
lift, are in the funky garage.
Gill? Lydia? Gill?
A CRASH, coming from the nearby back room, we hear loud muttering
in Spanish, then out stumbles GILL CHAVEZ, 34, wearing a grease-
stained Grateful Dead tie-dyed T-shirt. He grins triumphantly,
worshipfully cradling a CASSETTE TAPE in his hands.
Hey -- I found it!
Maggie regards her former fiance with patient warmth.
Gill looks up and gives Maggie a fond, hazy smile.
Mags! Hey, look -- The tape from the
Radio City Music Hall concert --
Remember that night I as trying to get
Jerry to let me sit in on "Ripple"?
He pulls out the cassette from its case. It's broken. The tape
is dangling from the cassette.
Oh, I'll play it for you.
Gill picks up an electric GUITAR and starts to play.
(shouts over the music)
Listen, Gill -- There's this reporter
who's ben making my life a living hell
... If he comes by here, don't talk to
him. And whatever yo do....
(crosses to Gill)
... Don't show him that picture of me
at the concert in San Francisco --
Suddenly, a loud CHUCKLING emanates from the car overhead.
What was that?
Maggie stops Gill from playing. She shoots her ex an angry glare
and moves a lever on the shop wall. With a HUM, the car descends.
We went to San Francisco twice.
Remember one time we had a flat tire...
As the hydraulic lift slows, the car is lowered, revealing Ike
sitting in the driver's seat. He has been enjoying the
photograph he's holding.
Imagine! Maggie Carpenter topless in a
(checks photo again)
And I see there was a chill in the air.
Maggie swipes for the photo, but Ike is faster at pulling it away.
Give me that!
But the most interesting thing here is
that I don't see the rose tattoo that
I've heard about on your back.
Gill takes off his guitar and sets it down.
Ike bet me fifty bucks you don't still
have it, Mags. I said "You're on, man!
Maggie loved that thing!" And I could
really use fifty bucks.
Maggie is conspicuously silent.
I'm not gonna show you guys anything.
I am a soon-to-be-married woman. Now
give me that photograph.
Sure, I would love to give this to you.
Just give us one quick gander at that
rose, and, I'll gladly hand it over.
She tries to grab the photo again. Ike pulls it away.
Maggie quickly turns around and pulls down the back of her shirt,
revealing the top of her back and a pristine expanse of skin. No
(turning back around)
Gill is still trying to grasp the meaning of this.
Maggie? You got it removed?
Gill, I'll go ya double or nothing if
was a stick-on.
I'm really, really afraid of needles...
It doesn't make me a bad person.
Ike laughs. Maggie looks at him with rage. Gill dramatically
pulls down the front of his t-shirt.
There it is on Gill's chest: the rose tattoo. Maggie sighs,
pained. Gill shows it to Ike. Ike looks at the tattoo. He
shakes his head at Maggie.
Look, look, man. I think the man is
He is not!
Maggie moves the lever on the wall again, sending Ike back up to
the ceiling in the car. She grabs the photo from Ike and exits.
I think I am.
Gill grabs his guitar and sits.
Hey, Ike, what would Jerry do?
The hydraulic lift stops moving. Ike leans out.
Jerry. He'd play. He'd play... Jerry
would play his heart out.
Ike sings and taps along in tempo on the side of the car as Gill
sings and plays "Ripple".
EXT. HOTEL PORCH - NEXT DAY, SATURDAY MORNING
As Maggie drives into town with Peggy, they see Ike on porch with
SHERIFF, POLICE CHIEF and MAIL MAN, all playing instruments as
a blues band. Ike is not bad on slide guitar. They all like
Maggie "CHUFFAS" with Peggy and moves on.
EXT. SOFTBALL FIELD - LATER THAT DAY
The slow, loopy pitch of a softball. A bat connects.
A big wholesome man, CORY, runs for first base. He just beats
out the throw. Bob, acting as umpire, yells, "Safe!" Happy,
Cory turns to the stands and waves.
Maggie and Peggy, cheering loudly. Peggy tries to whoop harder
than Maggie, but that would be tough. From firs base, Cory waves
back to them. The two women sit back down and Maggie takes back
up with their conversation. Maggie is still al steamed up.
Okay, he's on base. Can we talk about
my life now? -- Ike's going to turn
that tattoo stuff into a big deal --
that I was never serious about Gill,
blah blah. He's totally out to get me.
For what reason? Some personal
That's what he says, but if he thinks
that I don't realize he's writing
another article, then he's an idiot.
It's probably because you got him fired.
Not that he doesn't deserve to get
fired... Look! Cory's going for
Cory as he runs for second base and with a slide beats the throw
for the force out. The women jump and cheer -- Maggie, again,
the most boisterous.
Dennis recognizes Ike as he walks up. Dennis tells Ike that he
is going to marry Maggie some day and shows Ike where Maggie is
Maggie spots Ike as they sit back down. She groans.
There he is. Snoop Doggy-Dogg.
Over there. Ten o'clock. He's talking
to our little Dennis. Dennis will turn
into one of those "sources say" things.
He looks better with that stuff out of
his hair. He's an attractive man.
Ike finds Maggie in the crowd and leaves Dennis.
I'd say you've been in the sun too long.
You handle him, okay? I could use five
minutes off from that creep.
Before Peggy can protest, Maggie climbs down off the bleachers
and goes and stands near the dugout near the rest of Cory's team.
Okay, that's fine. I can do that.
Ike comes up to Peggy.
Hello, Peggy Phleming, "not the ice-skater".
Ike indicates the seat next to Peggy.
That's Maggie's seat...
Ike sits down comfortably.
... And this is Maggie's beer.
He starts drinking it. ON THE FIELD, Cory is getting ready to
That your husband out there? Cory
Phleming, a local radio announcer.
Have you listened to his morning show,
"Wake up with ballplayer"?
Not yet. I had a phlemless morning. I
hear he's a pretty good ballplayer.
This game is pretty important to him.
He made all-stars in high school, you
That must have made you proud.
Peggy takes a small sip off her soda.
He was going with Maggie back then.
He was never one of her... I mean, they
were never going to get... They just
dated for a while.
Cory dives in for third and makes it. The crowd goes wild.
Peggy yells and jumps in.
Good job, honey!
But Maggie's whoop sails out above it all. Cory waves. But not
at Peggy. He directs his delight at Maggie, who jumps up and
down by the dugout.
Ike looks between Cory, Maggie and finally, Peggy. Peggy jerks
her waving hand back down to her side and sits down. Ike
pretends not to have noticed. The two watch as Maggie and Cory
smile at each other.
It's nice that they're still friends.
(looking at Maggie
Oh, sure. That was a long time ago.
See, she's not a man-hater at all.
She's very supportive of men...
Next BATTER hits one to deep left field and it lands in the grave
yard. Cory scores, greeted by Maggie. Ike and Peggy watch as
Cory and Maggie belly-bump and high-five each other in
celebration of Cory's play. No looks at Peggy. Ike keeps an
empathetic silence, seeing that Peggy is truly hurt.
I'll be back in a second.
Suddenly, Peggy stands, pushes past him and runs down the steps.
Maggie looks up just in time to catch Peggy's exit. Ike pulls
his tape recorder out of his pocket and starts speaking into it.
Maggie shoots Ike an accusing look, walks up to him in the
bleachers and sits next to him.
You've been here for three minutes.
What did you do to her?
You can turn that finger around.
Ike does an on-the-button imitation of Maggie jumping excitedly
at Cory. Now Maggie sees what he's getting at.
You misinterpret everything. We've all
been friends our whole lives. But
that's the types of relationship you
Obviously, I'm not the only one who
doesn't understand it. The USS Maggie
leaves quite a wake... Excuse me.
Ike walks away. Alone, Maggie tries to seem enthused.
See, I cheer good. What is he, a cheer
EXT./INT. STREET/BAR - LATER - DUSK
Sitting in front of Inn Hale Bar, we see the BARTENDER
pantomiming holding the reins of a wildly galloping horse. We've
seen something like this before. Maggie's wild ride away from
her last wedding. Ike laughs with Bartender just as Maggie
drives by the bar and sees this.
This guy never stops.
INT. ATLANTIC HOTEL - NIGHT
Maggie walks up to the front desk of the hotel, where Lee is
sleeping with his feet up. She knocks his feet off the counter.
Lee, hey, wake up. Give me the key to
the reporter's room. I want to snoop
(handing her the key)
Okay. Second floor.
Don't take anything big.
Maggie moves up the stairs towards Ike's room.
INT. ATLANTIC HOTEL - HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Maggie walks towards Ike's room, checks that no one sees her and
INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Maggie lets herself in the modest room and turns on the lights
on. She spots on audio cassette on the desk near the door. She
holds the cassette up to the light to read the hand-written
label. It says "Miles Davis" on it. She pockets the tape. She
walks to the living room.
Ike has placed post-its on a framed picture, using the frame as a
bulletin board. Post-it notes lay out the information he has
gathered under headings and subheadings. Parents "Mother"
deceased, subheaded by "Walter" and there is one for "Brian",
"Gill", and "Bob". Maggie smiles and shakes her head. She rips
one post-it down and reads it to herself.
"How does she get all these guys to
propose? She's not that beautiful."
Bite me, paper boy.
She begins ripping many of other post-it off the picture frame.
(as she takes post-its)
She's ripping them down, fast and furious, then shoves them in
her shoulder bag.
INT. ATLANTIC HOTEL HALLWAY - CONTINUING
Ike comes down hallway as Harvey puts his shoes out to be shined.
BACK INSIDE THE ROOM
Maggie, looking around, discovers the wedding video on the
coffee table and grabs that, too.
THE SOUND OF A KEY IN THE DOOR makes Maggie jump. She flees to
the bathroom, and shuts and locks the door. Just as Ike enters,
he sniffs and looks around the room, instantly knowing something
is up. He sees all his notes gone and a glimpse of Maggie as she
closes the bathroom door. Ike is steaming. A BUMP sounds from
the bathroom. He goes over to the door and tries the handle.
It's locked. He starts to pound on the door.
All right, I know you're in there...
You steal my research... You're messing
with the first amendment now. Open up.
Open up. You got no place to go.
INT. IKE'S HOTEL BATHROOM - CONTINUING
Ike's wrong. Maggie is already trying to open the first
bathroom window. It's stuck. She climbs over the bathtub,
opens that window and starts to climb out.
I want to have a very serious discussion
with you as to why you're such a pain in
We HEAR Ike slamming his body against the bathroom door.
As Ike breaks in, he runs to the window and yells after her.
EXT. IKE'S HOTEL WINDOW - CONTINUOUS
That's breaking and entering. I'll call
You do that. And remind him he's
bringing the wine to the luau. Thanks.
She disappears around the ledge of the building and runs off.
Ike's neighbor, Harvey, sits reading near his window.
EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - NIGHT
INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - NIGHT
CLOSE ON: A CASSETTE PLAYER. We see the familiar handwritten
label: "Miles Davis." "Kind of Blue" plays as Maggie listens in
a chair, looking shell-shocked, surrounded by the post-its she
stole from Ike's room. We see as she reads them: "Father, two-
fisted drinker," "Peggy, best friend, but Peggy doesn't totally
trust Maggie," "Bob" -- doesn't love him. Overwhelmed, she
finishes reading the last note, leans back, puts her feet up on
the table, deep in the mood of the melancholy music.
The CAMERA MOVES on the last note on the floor next to her chair.
It reads: "SHOWS NO REMORSE".
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. MAIN STREET/BEAUTY PARLOR - NEXT DAY
It's early morning. Mrs. Pressman hands Peggy a cup of coffee
to go. Peggy walks to the beauty parlor, unlocks the front door
and goes in.
INT. BEAUTY PARLOR - DAY
Peggy enters and starts about her opening duties. She turns on
the lights and turns and sees her friend, Maggie.
Do you think I flirt with Cory?
Peggy stops in her track. Maggie is sitting curled up in a salon
chair. She looks like she hasn't slept.
Good morning to you, too. You look good.
Thank you. Do you think I flirt with
Maggie looks miserable.
I don't mean it.
Peggy moves to the salon mirror near Maggie with her cup of
I know. I think sometimes you just
sort of spaz-out with random excess
flirtation energy and it just lands on
anything male that moves.
On anything male that moves? As
opposed to anything male that doesn't
Peggy pours her coffee out of its Styrofoam cup into a ceramic mug.
Like certain kinds of coral.
Peggy sits in the salon chair next to Maggie.
I'm going to kill myself.
Because you think I'm all like... "Hey
man, check me out".
No, I don't think you're like, "I'm
charming and mysterious in a way that
even I don't understand and something
about me is crying out for protection
from a big man like you". Very hard
to compete with. Especially to us
married women who have lost our mystery.
But you haven't lost your mystery!
You're very mysterious!
No. I'm weird. Weird and mysterious
are two different things.
But I'm weird.
No. You're quirky. Quirky and weird
are two different things.
Peggy, there's distinct possibility
that I might be profoundly and
irreversibly screwed up. Despite that,
I love you and I can promise that I
will no longer flirt with Cory, and I
beg your forgiveness.
Maggie looks ready to cry.
I'm not worried about you and Cory or
Cory and me or even that you're
irreversibly screwed up. But, Maggie,
you've been like this since we were
kids. And I think now that you are
aware of it and that it hurts people's
feelings, maybe it's time to move on
with your life and commit to someone of
your own, like Bob, if he's the one.
I think you're right.
Is there anything I can do to make it
up to you?
Something that brings warmth to my heart.
It's only funny at Camp Birchwood at
three in the morning at a tick hunt.
It's not anymore.
Maggie makes her funny face. Peggy doesn't laugh.
You're right. It's not funny now.
Maybe we both grew up.
Thanks. Will you fix my hair?
EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - LATER THAT MORNING
Maggie exits her house, gets on her bike and rides off towards
INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM - LATER THAT MORNING
Ike is still in bed. He slowly blinks awake, stretches, and is
about to throw off the covers when Maggie's voice breaks the
Freeze. Hold on to those covers -- I
didn't come here to see Ike Junior.
Maggie smiles cheerfully at Ike from the foot of the bed. He
narrows his eyes at her.
I take it the desk clerk is one of your
How do I do it? I'm not that beautiful.
Ike notices Maggie is holding two coffees.
Maggie hands it to him.
You're welcome. Your notes made
interesting bedtime reading -- if you
like trashy fiction. Your observations
are distorted, ungrounded an incomplete.
You must be very proud.
I'm not a boastful man. What's your
Ike puts a shirt on as Maggie speaks.
My point is that one again, you're
getting it all wrong. That won't
improve your reputation any, and it's
not very flattering to me either. So,
I'm going to give you a chance to write
Maggie turns away from him as he dresses.
I've decided to cooperate and let you
For a thousand bucks.
Ike clears his throat as he stands putting his pants on.
I want a big wedding and a killer dress
and for a grand I will answer all your
questions and let you follow me around.
Ike takes his coffee with him as he picks up his glasses, puts
them on and crosses to the window.
My magazine doesn't pay because for
stories. It's not what you call ethical.
Oh, but making up the facts as you go
along is ethical? Actually, I meant
you. You probably got severance or
expenses or both. I'll take your check.
No credit cards.
You've seen the post-its. I've already
got more juicy material than I need.
Why should I pay you dollar one?
Because I think you're writing on spec
and with a first person interview, you
might actually sell that thing.
Ike knows she's right.
Scowling, he writes out the check and hands it to her. Maggie
looks at it and smile sweetly.
EXT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DAY
Ike jogs alongside of Maggie on her bike. Maggie parks her bike
and they go inside her door to the house.
INT. MAGGIE'S FOYER AND STAIRS - DAY
Maggie leads Ike upstairs to her workroom.
Pardon the mess. I haven't cleaned
since the fifth grade.
INT. MAGGIE'S WORKROOM - LATER
Insert on a cappuccino machine. We PULL BACK and see Maggie and
Ike standing at her work table. An automatic cappuccino maker
stands on the table. Its base is made from a used paint mixing
machine. It looks very shiny and futuristic. Maggie's logo
"MAG" is on the side. The machine shakes as it steams the
cappuccino. Ike notices another homemade machine on the table.
What's this over here?
It's a birthday present for my cousin.
Put your finger in.
Cindy the manicurist.
He puts his finger in the wrong hole of the machine.
No, the other one.
He puts his finger in the correct hole. She turns it on. The
This is wonderful. You reconfigure all
these industrial parts and you do
something amazing with it.
He looks around and spots some gadgets and lamps on another table.
He walks to them.
Amazing. Found industrial stuff.
Willow lamp... Rasta lamp...
He picks up one of the many logos on the counter. Each boasts a
Is this your preferred logo?
I think so.
I like it. This whole thing is pretty
(studying a lamp)
I think you could probably sell this
lamp idea in New York.
You afraid to try?
(stares at him)
No, I'm not afraid. Just... Maybe
Well, I'm impressed. Absolutely
I didn't expect pink and lacy, but this
isn't exactly a woman's room.
What an incredible chauvinistic
INT. MAGGIE'S LIVING ROOM - A BIT LATER THAT DAY
Maggie's showing Ike engagement rings.
That's Brian's. He took me ut canoeing
on the lake and gave me the ring in a
Ike snores. Maggie hits him.
It was classic.
Maggie hands Ike another ring. This one is in the shape of a
Grateful Dead rose.
Gill. Of course. He proposed at the
tie-dye t-shirt stand at a Dead concert.
It was very sweet until he hallucinated
that the drum set was a blood-sucking
Always a mood killer.
Maggie hands Ike a third ring. It's in the shape of a butterfly
and studded with multi-color gems.
George. He proposed at a butterfly
farm in St. Thomas. The ring was
inside a cocoon.
It's a little "Silence of the Lambs"
for me. I can't believe you waited for
the wedding to run.
He's an entomologist! I thought it was
Now Maggie shows Ike the ring on her hand. It's a gold "#1" with
a diamond set into the number.
And here we are at Bob. He proposed
during the seventh inning stretch...
Ike touches her hand to examine the ring more closely. Her
surprise at his touch shows on her face as she finishes her
... At an Oriole's game.
She takes her hand down. Ike steps away.
Wait. Don't tell me. The scoreboard
lit up with "Mary me, Maggie."
Ike picks up his cup of cappuccino and moves behind the couch.
It was one of the most wonderful
moments of my life. Cal Ripken even
What do you mean? It was incredibly
Maybe it's just me, but -- if you got
to dress it up, it doesn't ring true.
Ike moves back to the couch.
I think the most anybody can honestly
say is, "Look..."
(sits on the arm
of the couch)
"I guarantee that we'll have tough
times. I guarantee that at some point
one or both of us will want to get out
of this thing. But I also guarantee
that if I don't ask you to be mine,
I'll regret it for the rest of my life.
Because I know in my heart -- you're
the only one for me"
Maggie stares at Ike for a beat. His words have taken a little
bit of her breath away. She covers.
I like it.
She moves from the fireplace to a chair and sits.
I'd like it better on a scoreboard.
Is that how you proposed when you asked
your wife to marry you?
Ike is taken aback.
Don't look so surprised, you've got
divorce written all over you.
I'm a work in progress.
So? Is that what you said to her?
No. I think I said something eloquent
like, "So, uh -- maybe we should, ya
know. What do you think?"
Now that's romantic. A proposal like
that and you didn't find eternal bliss?
What went wrong?
Ike takes a swallow of cappuccino.
I don't know.
You don't know.
Maybe you should ask her some time.
Ever thought of that?
Ike is restless. He stands up.
Call me crazy, but I believe that check
I gave you entitles me to ask the
questions for a while.
Ike puts down his cup of coffee, gets his tape recorder and sits
close to Maggie.
(thinks a beat)
Maggie move to TV. She picks up Ike's stolen post-it notes and
her wedding video on top of the TV, and goes to the front door.
I'll just need one more day to make sure
your check clears.
EXT. HALE STREET - THE NEXT DAY
Ike and Maggie drive in Maggie's truck. They pull up in front of
a Bridal Shop.
A spectacular dress fills the small window. It's beautiful,
romantic, sexy. Maggie and Ike can be seen in the reflection.
Even with everything that's happened
I've still never been married and I
still deserve a beautiful dress.
Maggie gives Ike a smile that lights up the sky. They go inside.
INT. BRIDAL SHOP - DAY
The place is fairly large and prosperous, probably the place to
go in the Tri-County area. A little FLOWER GIRL, 10, is being
fitted on the pedestal in the middle of the room. A saleswoman,
POLLY, has taken the flower girl under her wing. They are both
under the expert eyes of a stern looking woman, MRS. WHITTENMEYER,
the shop owner. Also, the girl's MOTHER is there watching.
(to the mother)
She'll be the prettiest little flower
girl in your daughter's wedding.
Mr. Whittenmeyer. Hi, Polly!
The flower girl sees Maggie and runs and hides behind Polly.
Hi, Maggie. You'll have to excuse her,
Maggie. Some of the children are
afraid of you since you dragged that
little boy up the aisle.
I didn't drag.
(then to the girl)
He tripped on his shoelaces.
Mrs. Whittenmeyer comes forward to greet Maggie.
You've come for your dress. Good!
I'll get it from the back.
Maggie leads her to the front window.
Actually, I would like to get this dress.
She points to the dress. She smiles back to Mrs. Whittenmeyer,
expecting her to share her joy. Mrs. Whittenmeyer darkens.
Polly, take Leslie into change.
(then, to Maggie)
But the one you have on hold is lovely.
Yes. But I've changed my mind.
It's one thousand dollars.
Maggie is keenly aware of Ike listening in.
I have one thousand dollars.
The other one is only three hundred
Maggie lowers her voice, hoping to lessen the humiliation of the
Is this dress for sale?
It just seems like an awful lot of
money to spend on one of your dresses,
Maggie... You only wear them for about
Ike watches with regret as Maggie's child-like enthusiasm
drains away, her happy mood crushed by the tactless assault of
the shop owner. He's starting to see that it's no always easy
being Maggie. There's a tremor in her voice.
Yeah, that's a good point.
The other dress is nice.
Ike calls out to Mrs. Whittenmeyer.
Mrs. Whittenmeyer. May I talk to you
for a second?
She walks over to him.
I don't know much about this kind of
thing. I'm from out of town. You're a
salesperson, right? You're here to
sell wedding dresses.
Yes. I've been here for thirty years.
Perfect. Because Miss Carpenter is
here to buy one. But not just any one.
She wants that one.
It's a thousand dollars!
Ike goes over and takes the mannequin out of the window. Mrs.
Whittenmeyer catches the wig as he puts the mannequin under his
Look, Aunt Bea, we're buying this
beautiful dress and anything else she
wants or I'm coming back here with a
squirt gun filled with India ink.
Mrs. Whittenmeyer wilts under Ike's fierce gaze. She turns to
Will he really do that?
Maggie gives her a look.
MR. WHITTENMEYER (cont'd)
Well, why don't you pick out some
accessories while I get this ready,
dear. Polly, will you come help me,
Polly comes to help carry the mannequin away.
ANGLE ON POLLY AND MRS. WHITTENMEYER:
(whispering to Mrs. Whittenmeyer)
It's a thousand dollars.
Shhhh! The man has ink!
Maggie looks gratefully at Ike.
Tough to spend money in this town.
TIME CUT: A FEW MINUTES LATER:
Ike sits as he hears Maggie's voice behind him.
What do you think?
Ike turns around. Maggie is standing on the pedestal, wearing
the dress and looking unbelievably gorgeous. She is overwhelming
to behold and Ike has to struggle to keep his face under control.
You look... uh... You look fine.
Fine. The newspaper's upside down.
That's better than fine.
Bob will be very happy.
She glows. Then the moment between them is broken as she
suddenly remembers something and grabs the veil off her head.
Bob! I almost forgot! I have to meet
INT. DINER - DAY
This is a great place -- a major hub of social life in Hale. The
food is greasy and good, Mrs. Pressman is the waitress, and the
CROWD the essence of what is wonderful about a small town. Bob,
Maggie and Ike sit on the counter. Mrs. Pressman CHUFFS about
the luau, then moves around the corner.
Mrs. Pressman, I think we're ready to
We're out the special because
(indicates COOK with head)
... didn't order enough sausage.
Let me have the garden omelette. Egg
Ike looks at Maggie. He'd bet a thousand bucks on what she'd say
I'll have the same.
(clears his throat)
What was that? I can't order my eggs
Neutral corners you two. You're on the
same team now. Any more fighting and
it's fifteen minutes in the penalty box.
(gently, to Ike)
Maggie's the nicest person you'll ever
meet. But she's always focusing out
there. She's got to start focusing
more in here.
(taps his chest)
That's why she's had some -- whatever
you want to call it -- problems in the
That's what we're working on -- focus.
Right, Maggie? Focus on Maggie. Focus
As Bob has been talking, Ike has been watching Maggie's face.
The joy seems to have drained out of her.
I lead Maggie through a visualization
exercise. All the sports shrinks use
this head stuff. Visualize the end
zone, if you catch my drift.
Bob takes out a notepad and hands it to Maggie.
Here's today's mantra: "It's an open
field to Big Bob."
Tell me. When you get to the altar,
will you spike the bouquet?
You know, there's no...
Before Maggie can finish, Ike intercepts her.
Well, I'm off. A reporter's work is
(heading to the door)
Mrs. Pressman, thank you.
INT. ATLANTIC HOTEL - MOMENTS LATER
GRANDMA JULIA (V.O.)
I'd like to explain about the weddings.
There are reasons why they didn't come
off. Three weddings, no "I do's". You
can't believe how much cake we were
left with. I should weigh three
hundred pounds. I don't think her
father minded spending so much money on
booze that nobody drank.
We hear Grandma as through the hotel doors, we see Maggie exit
the diner. She gets a bag from inside the cab of her truck and
comes inside the hotel where she finds Ike talking to Grandma,
who is having tea with her friend, NETTA.
Ike... Hi, Grandma.
Gram here was going to give me the
skinny on why you run from marital
Right, cover your ears, Netta. It's
not that she's afraid of the wedding,
she's afraid of the wedding night.
Innocent girls are terrified of "the
(getting into it)
Why, when I was a virgin bride, I took
a knitting needle with me into the bed...
Actually, Grandma, I charmed the one-
eyed snake awhile ago.
Oh, yeah, I forgot. I'll tell you one
thing, your grandpa didn't forget that
You can take your hands off your ears,
Netta. Your tea's getting cold.
Can you excuse us a minute?
(then to Ike)
May I have a word with you, please?
Maggie moves toward door.
Bye, Netta... Bye, Grandam.
He steps over to Maggie in the doorway.
I found this and didn't know if it was
Maggie hands Ike a 30-year-old LP: Miles Davis' "Kind of Blue."
Oh, my God -- It's Miles Davis. This
is "King of Blue"! This is the
original recording. Hard to find in
good condition. Where did you find
It was in the attic. It was jus
sitting there gathering dust.
It's valuable. Hang onto it.
No. You take it.
She steps outside, leaving Ike with the record.
Hmmm... Figuring out what kind of music
I like and then finding me a rare album.
You're not trying to soften me up, are
No -- I'm cleaning an attic. I
wouldn't attempt the impossible.
She turns and walks back to the diner where Mrs. Pressman is
outside watering plants. Ike looks after Maggie and then back
down at the record in his hand. Somehow it makes him sad.
INT. IKE'S CAR - LATER THAT DAY
Ike drives through Hale gobbling french fries from the fast food
bag in his lap. Ike passes THE INN HALE BAR, same dump of a
tavern he talked to bartender at.
ANGLE ON: MAGGIE'S CAR parked a few cars down. He pulls over
and parks. He gets out and speaks into his tape recorder.
INT./EXT. THE INN HALE BAR -- DAY
Ike approaches the window of the bar. There's a DRUNK MAN and a
DOG sitting outside. Inside, we see two figures from the back,
arms around each other. One is definitely Maggie. The other is
definitely not Bob.
C'mon. Let's go.
As Maggie helps the man get up, we see that it's Walter, Maggie's
father -- dead drunk.
I haven't had any fun since you got
your driver's license...
They stumble and lurch, exiting the bar toward Maggie's car.
I'm not exactly having fun, either...
Good boy, Port Hole.
His name is Skipper, Dad... Steady.
I changed it.
(then to Drunk)
See you later, Mr. Travis.
(then to Maggie)
That guy has a problem... Maggie, you
can run everyone's life but your own.
Maggie's having trouble keeping him steady as she opens the car
door. Ike is there in a flash to help her pull Walter into the
Good daughters let their fathers pass
Walter passes out on the front seat.
Ike... Please don't write anything
about this --
No. Forget about it. Don't even think
Maggie looks at him with real gratitude. She swings the car
Watch your leg, Dad.
(then to Ike)
I'm so tired of this.
Why don't you let him sleep it off in
the trunk. I'll take you for a ride.
Then we'll come back for him.
(to Drunk on bench)
Keep an eye on him.
I'm too loaded.
I was talking to the dog.
(turning to Maggie)
Maggie thinks about this for a moment. She takes a deep breath.
Okay... I'll just grab my jacket.
EXT. ROAD - LATE DUSK TO NIGHT
Establishing of Ike's car driving.
INT. IKE'S CAR - LATE DUSK TO NIGHT
Maggie and Ike ride along.
My dad managed a business and two
mistresses. He wanted me to be a
My mother wanted me to become a
musician. 0 for two. But at least
I'm a journalist and we all know
journalism is literature in a hurry.
EXT. IKE'S CAR - COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT
Ike and Maggie stare forward. Both seem in melancholy moods.
They're beginning to sense they're in trouble here. Suddenly,
the car falters and jerks. It shows to a stop on the shoulder of
the road. The car backfires and smokes.
EXT. IKE'S CAR - COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT
Ike and Maggie sit in the steaming car for a moment.
Your filter's clogged. This takes
Can you fix it?
First I have to find some tools. I
need a half and a nine-six-tenth.
(removing his glasses)
Wrenches. My dad's gonna love that one.
Maggie slams the food closed.
Kind of isolated.
Yeah. It's kind of nice.
An uncomfortable silent pause. Ike breaks the moment.
There's one thing we New Yorkers know
how to do is hail a cab. If there's no
cab, we walk.
Ike stares off down the road. Maggie indicates a building in
the distance, then turns off the car lights.
I can get some tools over there.... and
save the battery... There's one thing
we country girls know how to do is cut
across a field. It's quicker.
Maggie points diagonally across the field to where a gas station
sign glows and the lights from the outer house twinkle.
He smiles and follows her into the field.
Be careful of snakes.
Snakes? Are you serious? I don't like
snakes. I've never even seen a snake.
He steps carefully into the field, then hops gingerly toward Maggie.
Maggie leads Ike through a cornfield.
Do you think there's only one right
person for everybody?
Ike chooses his words carefully.
No. But I think attraction is too
often mistaken for rightness.
Attraction is very misleading. And if
it's mutual, it's well, terribly
Yes it is. And it doesn't mean
Ike nods as they come to a wooden fence. She puts her hand on
his shoulder. Ike puts his hands around her waits to give her a
boost over the top. We see the flicker of misunderstanding cross
Maggie's face at the initial contact. Neither of them moves --
forward or back, but the electricity is obvious.
ANGLE ON: Ike. His conflicted feelings are apparent. With
difficulty, Maggie straightens up and they both quickly remove
I suddenly forgot how to climb a fence.
They look at each other for a moment, then:
MAGGIE AND IKE
She climbs over the fence on her own and Ike follows. They see
an old guy, LIONEL, whittling on a porch.
Lionel, can I borrow some tools?
Yeah, we need a half and nine-
Gonna bust out of another wedding?
You're sure well known around here.
EXT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S BUILDING - THE NEXT DAY
INT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S KITCHEN (NYC) - DAY
INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY
INTERCUT BETWEEN TWO LOCATIONS:
Ike sits on his bed, on the phone, working and eating his
breakfast. He's watching Maggie's wedding tape again. Fisher
is cooking an elaborate breakfast. Ellie rushes around getting
ready for work. He is on the phone to Ike.
Yes, well, my theory was that she may
be running because she gets attention...
Negative attention is attention.
Like when women whack you on the street
because of your column, that's negative
This is about her negative attention,
not mine. Did you get the
reimbursement for the dress yet?
No, I'm paying for the dress. Do you
think she's still gonna run?
I don't know.
Ellie enters the kitchen, hears the question and shakes her head
to herself. If only these boys would give it up.
INT. IKE'S HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
He is finding it very hard to gloat. Fisher is annoying him.
Look -- I'll be in there later today.
I'll come by and tell you all about it.
You're coming here?
Then come for dinner.
Okay, we'll order out.
Order out like a Philistine, when you
got the Galloping Gourmet here?...
Ike hangs up and watches more of the George Swilling wedding
INT. NEW YORK BAR - DAY
The bar from the opening scene. GEORGE SWILLING, the same man
Ike talked to before, is sitting on a stool, nursing his drink.
He looks better. Ike enters. George looks up and recognizes
Ike, who takes the bar stool next to him.
Get this man a Kamikaze.
Splendid dissection of Maggie Carpenter,
very professional job.
Ike sits and leans over to George.
You could have told me you were fiance
And end up in the papers? I've been
humiliated enough already to last a
lifetime, thank you. I'm sorry she got
She's a cacophony of contradictions.
Well, I'm writing another article on
Ah, can't stay away from her, can you?
Like a moth to a flame.
Guess you'd know about that. You're an
entomologist, right? How's business?
(taking a sip
of his drink)
Not bad. I was traveling around
studying the reproductive and migratory
patterns of locusts when Maggie met me.
Neuter a locust, feed the world.
Not the world. Just Africa and China.
Ike wipes the smirk off his face. Like Maggie's other men, this
guy has a worthy accomplishment under his belt.
You know Maggie was the only girl I
ever met who would hold my tarantula.
On the first date.
So, tell me, George, why do you think
Same as you said. What did you call
her? A "man-eater", "a devouring death
I don't think that's why she ran.
Why do YOU think she ran?
Ike sips his drink before answering.
I don't know. I'm working on it. I
was on the wrong track.
And you defending her?
No. I call it like I see it. I'm a
journalist. I'm a truth teller.
Unbelievable, she got to you.
Join the club.
Here, you need this more than me.
George heads out.
his tape recorder
out of his pocket)
I'm writing an article, I'm getting
paid to do this, it's going to be a
cover story, it's going to be published
... The facts will be read someday.
As George pauses in the doorway, Ike holds up his tape recorder.
What kind of eggs did she like?
Poached, just like me.
EXT. NEW YORK STREET/FISHER AND ELLIE'S BUILDING - DAY
Ike walks down a street toward Ellie and Fisher.
INT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S APARTMENT (NYC) - NIGHT
Ellie is on the phone as Fisher enters with beer. Ike sits at
Overpriced nice apartment and Chinese
takeout. That's New York living.
... Just call me when you have it.
(hangs up, then to Fisher)
Ike, how is the story coming? Is she a
Or a vegetarian?
Or does she pick "NGB'S" -- "Nice Guys,
But..." Nice guys, but I'm cheap.
Nice guys, but he lives with his mom...
Nice guys, but he just out of prison.
No... They're interesting guys. Each
one of these guys has something going
for him. I mean, one's been up Everest.
Another's become a priest. One's a
pretty good guitar player. And this
guy today tried to end world hunger, if
you can believe that...
Whoa, Ike. Getting a complex, buddy?
Fisher, let him talk.
But one of those guys -- not one of
them -- knew her at all. Each one was
convinced that she was perfect for them,
but they didn't see her. And she never
showed up so they couldn't see her.
It's a very symbolic thing happening.
She becomes what she thinks they wanted
Fisher doesn't like the sound of this. He glances at Ellie, who
is looking very interested.
Ike is turning sensitive and I can't
bear to watch. I'm going to make a
fresh pot of tea.
The phone rings as Fisher exits. Ike goes to the piano as Ellie
picks up the phone.
Yeah... Oh, Jay... Okay... Bye.
(hangs up, then yells to Fisher)
Fisher, don't forget the fortune
She joins Ike at the piano. Ike gets serious.
Is that what I did to you? Is that
what happened? Did I just not see
No. No, you didn't.
He hugs her.
Well -- I'm sorry, I'm really sorry,
I'm sorry, too.
Wow. That only took us between years
Ellie blinks back sentimental tears.
EXT. TROUT'S BARN - THE NEXT NIGHT
We hear Hawaiian music. We see a truck with GUESTS drive up and
HULA DANCERS through barn slats.
INT. TROUT'S BARN - NIGHT
It's a small barn that's been converted into a luau with a bar.
A BAND plays for two hula dancers. The Trouts had decorated it
as a little slice of Hawaii. There are tiki lights, numerous
rented plastic palm trees and fiberglass copies of Hawaiian
statuary. Strings of colored lights crisscross the ceiling.
It looks like a Hawaiian high school gym on prom night.
Maggie's family, Mrs. Trout and people we've already met, and
more, are here, milling around wit tropical drinks garnished
with umbrellas. Plastic leis abound and most people have
managed to find their old Hawaiian shirts.
As we come in, the hula dancers finish their applause and Mrs.
Trout announces. Hula dancers stop.
Welcome to our annual country luau. As
you know, Betty and I got married on
the rim of the crater, Diamond Head.
This year, we're dedicating our first
dance to the soon-to-be newlyweds, the
King and Queen of Hawaii, Maggie and
The couple enters. Bob is a goody bronzed god in his King
Kamahamela outfit. Maggie is spectacular in her authentic
looking Hawaiian Princess get-up. But her face reflects none
of the festivities around her. Every now and then, she looks up
and glances around for Ike, hating herself for it.
MRS. TROUT (cont'd)
King and Queen, dance.
Maggie and Bob start to dance as the Quarter sings "Aloha Oe."
MRS. TROUT (cont'd)
Maggie and Bob pose for pictures with some of the guests.
Pictures of the King and Queen.
Dennis poses with Maggie. Cory poses with Bob. Mrs. Trout runs
out of film and goes to get more, leaving Peggy and Maggie alone.
Peggy whispers to Maggie.
Lighten up, wahine.
Lighten up, what?
This party is for you and Bob. Get
your mind off the reporter.
I haven't seen him in twenty-four hours.
It just gives me the creeps a little bit.
I'd feel better if I knew where he was.
(nods to door)
ANGLE ON: Ike just entering the party. At least he tried.
He's got a tropical sheet wrapped around his pants and shirt.
He walks to the bar and is greeted warmly by Lee. Maggie gets
What are you doing?
(after a beat)
I'm going to go dance with Bob.
Because he's the man.
(referring to her headdress)
I like those grapes.
Maggie dances affectionately with Bob as Mr. Trout, tending
bar, greets Ike.
Hey, Mr. Graham, welcome to our luau.
What can I get you?
You got something without a toy in it?
A LITTLE LATER - CLOSE ON
A pair of expressive pantomime "A Little Grass Shack".
PULL BACK TO REVEAL:
Mrs. Trout is on stage, introducing hula contestants. Grandma
judges the Hawaiian dancing. The party is at full tilt -- a
little wild, a little goofy. Some guests (Bob, Cindy, Cory, Lee
and Ted) do the limbo. Walter, Mrs. Pressman doesn't turn as
she hears him.
Aloha. That's a very fetching
headdress you're wearing.
Ike leans into Maggie, enjoying the smell of her hair. She
notices, but acts casual.
Where did you disappear to?
Missed me bad, huh?
All the guests start banding their pineapple cups. Walter rises
unsteadily, lifting his pineapple.
Attention. Listen to Walter. Listen
close, he slurs.
Shut up, wahines!
In the tradition that has grown through
the years, it is now Toast Time! First
up, our host, "A Honey of a Beekeeper",
Lou Trout stands with his glass raised.
May the groom's heart be filled with
hopes and the bride's feet be filled
There are shouts of "Hear hear!" Walter roars.
May the pitter-patter of little feet
not be Maggie's.
May the gifts be returned!
May the back of the dress be as pretty
as the front!
The laughter swells and swells, led by Walter.
Ike watches as Maggie takes the heat, raising her glass along
with the others. Bob raises his glass like the good sport he is.
Ike can't believe it.
You know the old saying, "You're not
losing a daughter..." Well, I'd like to!
Walter gets a bit laugh. He goes again.
Maggie may not be Hale's longest
(under her breath)
Maggie finishes the punchline along with his father.
WALTER AND MAGGIE
-- But she's certainly the fastest.
Uproarious laughter. Maggie looks terribly pained. Ike's had
enough. He pushes himself to his feet. Walter is thrilled. He
shushes the CROWD.
Oh, look, Mr. Graham, how about a toast?
I don't know, give me a minute.
Are you all right with this?
Are you all right with this? You think
this is funny?
I don't and I don't think you should...
It's a joke. They're kidding.
WALTER AND CROWD
Come on and give us a toast.
You want me to make a toast? Okay...
I'll give you a toast. To Maggie's
family and friends. May you find
yourselves the bull's eye of an easy
target. May you be publicly flogged
for all of your bad choices and may
your noses to rubbed in all of your
Ike watches their reaction. The silence is deafening. All the
guests stare at Maggie. Mortified, she holds back tears.
That was funny.
But enough toasts, let's hula. Let's
start the music up.
She gets everyone up to hula. Band plays fast tune. Maggie
walks through the CROWD down the steps and outside. Ike
follows, but Peggy grabs a coat for her. Bob watches her go as
Hey, Bob. I got twenty dollars bet on--
Bob rushes after Maggie.
(calling after her)
(to Ike, handing him a jacket)
Here. She may need this. It's not
Ike exits. Then, Bob comes over.
Where'd Maggie go?
Oh, she just went to get me something
from the car.
Cory comes over with Dennis to Bob and Peggy. BOB/PEGGY/CORY/
DENNIS CHUFFA: About Bart Starr and football. (Which keeps Bob
from going outside to follow Maggie). Bob thinks about it.
EXT. TROUT'S BARN - NIGHT
Ike runs after Maggie. He grabs her arm and turns her to him.
I'm the only goddamn person in there
pulling for you.
You humiliated me!
No, Maggie, I defended you.
Humiliating you is what everyone else
is doing. It's the theme of this party.
I had it under control. Now they feel
sorry for me.
Well, they should. Because they're
about to watch you hang yourself again.
Maggie has no response.
-- Tell me something, do you really
care about Mount Everest?
It's fun! It's high.
Or the sexual habits of locusts?
That was very interesting research
George was doing!
What kind of Dead Head gets a temporary
I already explained about that.
And where you ever really going to run
the leper colony in Molokai?
Brian told you that?
Or maybe you just wanted to wear the
Every one of those times I was being
supportive. Something you won't
Supportive? You weren't being
supportive. You were being scared.
Just like now. You are the most lost
woman I have ever laid eyes on.
That's right. You're so lost you don't
even know how you like your eggs.
With the priest, you liked them
scrambled. With the Dead Head, fried.
With the bug guy, poached. Now it's
egg whites only, thank you very much.
That's called changing your mind.
No, that's called not having a mind of
your own. What are you doing, Maggie?
You really want to let that man drag
you up Annapuma on your honeymoon? You
don't want to climb Annapuma.
Yes I do!
No you don't. You want a man who will
lead you down the beach with his head
over your eyes just so you can discover
the feel of the sand under your feet.
You want a guy who will take you into a
cave with a thousand candles just to
read you a poem. You want a man to
wake you up at dawn because he's
burning to talk to you and he can't
wait another minute to find out what
you'll say. Am I right?
He's laid her flat. Maggie can't speak.
Am I right?
She fights back angry tears.
Stop. Stop it! I'm getting married on
Sunday, and you're just trying to make
me run! Why? Because you're a cynical,
exploitative, mean-hearted creep who
wouldn't know real love if it bit him
in the armpit! And all you do is tear
other people down and-and-and laugh at
them, and criticize what they do,
because you're too afraid to do
anything yourself! I read your column.
You never wrote one about you. I'm not
the only one who's lost and you know it!
Am I right? Well? Am I right?
ANGLE ON: Bob comes outside.
Mag. Help me out here. Green Bay.
Both Maggie and Ike are breathing hard. Bob comes up to Maggie
and gives Ike a very hard look as he puts his arm around his
You know... Blocked Bart Starr, crewcut
... Are you okay?
Maggie adjusts her face as best she can.
Let me take you back inside, okay?
She lets him lead her away.
Ike looks at her drooped shoulder and he shakes his head and
walks to his car.
EXT. HALE METHODIST CHURCH - THE NEXT DAY
Peggy and Cindy arrive for the rehearsal. They leave Cindy's
dog in Peggy's car and walk to the church.
Tell me, why does Maggie need another
wedding rehearsal and two days before
the wedding? She's already done this.
Bob is making her visualize the
INT. HALE METHODIST CHURCH - NIGHT
They are in the church proper now. Peggy waits in a pew as Bob
leads Maggie and Ike up the back steps of the church.
Okay, we're ready. Want me to have Ike
Maggie turns on Ike with "cheerful" hostility.
No. No -- Actually, let's make Ike the
I'd rather not.
Come on, it'll give you a great view.
Maggie smiles at Bob. Ike sighs and goes with it. Bob pulls Ike
to the head of the aisle and places him. Peggy follows Maggie
into the foyer to get ready. Cindy sits with Ted at the organ.
Team effort, Pastor Ike... Cindy, ready?
(after no response)
Cindy, come on.
Cindy leaves to join the girls in the foyer.
INT. CHURCH FOYER - THAT MOMENT
Once in the privacy of the foyer, Peggy and Maggie talk.
He's going to be the pastor?
Yep. I want him to be front and center
and to watch everything.
What happened at the luau?
... I don't even want to talk about
(then seeing a hanging rope)
It's for the bell.
Cindy joins them.
Bob's in a hurry.
Don't be nervous, Maggie. Let us
visualize. Remember what Bob said?
"Be the ball."
"Sink the putt."
"Make the shot."
"Nothing but net."
"Never say die."
Maggie puts her hands up.
Peggy and Cindy exit. Maggie pulls the bell rope and sways back
and forth as she rings the bell.
INT. CHAPEL - THAT MOMENT
It is Maggie's turn to enter. They all turn expectantly. Too
much time passes. Ted plays the organ, then stops. Maggie
swings back and forth in the foyer doorway.
Honey, are you okay?
Maggie stops ringing the bell and pulls herself together. She
walks into the aisle looking a little shaky. She takes a few
tremulous steps slowly with her eyes closed, peeking
occasionally with one eye.
(taking off his jacket)
At this pace, it could be an evening
Hold it! Hold it! I think we're
taking this too fast.
He begins to pace.
We need to limber you up a little.
(thinks a moment;
to Ike, moving him
to groom's spot)
You stand here and be me so she knows
how far she'll have to go.
(then to Maggie)
I'm going to walk with you.
Bob goes to Maggie and walks behind her.
Visualize! Visualize! It's game time.
You are the football. You're spiraling
through the air towards the hands of
She proceeds down the aisle. Bob behind her.
Yes, I'm spiraling through the air.
Maggie raises her eyes and sees Ike in front of her as groom.
Ike and Maggie lock gazes. If they had to, they couldn't look
away. All the things unspoken are now communicated -- the love,
I streak towards the goal line.
Maggie's pace quickens.
And I land on the goal line.
Bob beams to see Maggie's eager arrival at Ike's side. He
switches off the music and proceeds like a proud coach to be the
Okay, I'm the pastor. Dearly beloved,
blah, blah, blah. So on and so forth.
Ra ta ta ta. Yabada dabada. I now
pronounce you man and wife. Kiss the
bride, badum dum.
(then moving toward Ted)
We have the crescendo that leads to us
right back down the aisle and out the...
Ike kisses Maggie. It is a world class, Olympic kiss. It is a
kiss that changes everything and can never be taken back. It is
a kiss you only get once in your life.
Bob's smile dies. Cindy's mouth drops open as the kiss goes on
and on. Peggy loses control and screams.
Like a bucket of water thrown on two dogs, Ike and Maggie are
startled out of their kiss. They pull apart and smile at each
ANGLE ON: Bob.
If you were imagining me, you did great.
What the hell were you doing?
(eyes on Maggie)
I'm sorry, Bob. She kissed me back.
(dazed but happy)
I kissed him back.
Yeah, I caught that. Want to tell me
how long this has been going on?
Maggie looks at Ike, wondrous, confused.
About a minute...?
A little longer for me.
What do you expect me to say to this?
How about -- "I hope you'll be very
Bob hauls back and punches Ike in the face. Ike drops.
I hope you'll be very happy together.
Bob storms down the aisle and out of the church.
Take care of him.
EXT. CHURCH - THAT MOMENT
Bob is halfway down the walk. Maggie appears at the church door
and calls after him.
Bob, I'm sorry!
(half to herself)
At least I backed out before the
wedding. That's progress!
He keeps marching. Now Peggy appears next to Maggie. Maggie
Some woman is going to make you a lot
happier than I ever could...
The words are barely out of her mouth when Cindy comes out the
door, racing after Bob at a full sprint.
Well, Maggie -- in the words of Mrs.
Pressman: "Holy moly". Call me later.
Peggy goes to her car. Cindy joins her as Bob speeds off in his
car. Now Ike takes Peggy's place next to Maggie. Maggie turns
to face Ike. They are both beet red, stammering and unable to
look at each other, trying to act normal.
Okay. So... what, uh... What just
happened? Just now? Jus then? In
I don't know. I, uh -- I frankly don't
even want to talk about it.
Ike GRABS Maggie and BOOM -- they are all over each other,
kissing frantically, tongues, hands, hair, elbow, you name it.
I love you. I love you.
I love you, too.
They come up for air.
Wait. We have to talk. We have to do
some talking now. Pull up a railing.
Maggie sits on the railing, then Ike backs up and sits on the
You have to go down an aisle and say "I
do". You have to get married.
To who? Are you asking me?
Ike backs up to opposite railing and sits facing Maggie.
Well, you do have the dress.
And the church.
And the wedding date. There's the two
So, you think... maybe... You have to
go down the aisle with somebody you
love and who love you back.
I'm okay with that.
So am I.
They both nod and sit there smiling, sort of. The organist, Ted,
closes the church door.
Ike pulls his tape recorder out of his pocket and quietly speaks
I'm getting married.
They smile at each other and remain sitting. Then, silence.
EXT. STREET/HALE/ATLANTIC HOTEL - THAT NIGHT
Ike drives up and parks in front of the hotel as he talks on his
INT. FISHER AND ELLIE'S BEDROOM (NYC) - NIGHT
Ellie's on the phone. Fisher sits nearby.
Ike's going to get married.
Fisher throws himself onto the carpet and rolls himself
helpless with laughter.
(without turning to him)
Fisher, if you pee on that Persian,
I'll kill you.
INT. BEAUTY SALON - NIGHT DAY
Maggie talks to Peggy, Cindy and Grandma Julia. Grandma Julia
sits under a hair dryer. Sprout, the dog, sits in his basket.
I love his eyes. I just believe
they're listening to you.
His hair... any color.
I like his tight butt.
See, this is a mature relationship.
She's really found it.
LOVE MONTAGE SHOTS:
EXT. OCEAN - DAY
Ike and Maggie fishing.
INT. MAGGIE'S WORKSHOP/HOME - DAY
They play ping-pong. They laugh, enjoying the moment.
INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DAY
Ike and Maggie have fun playing cards. The game is slapjack.
EXT. FIELD - DAY
Maggie and Ike horseback riding. They sit on their horses
amongst trees, "nuzzling". Ike reads as he pushes Maggie in a
INT. MAGGIE'S ROOM - DAY
Ike and Maggie open and close a Hoberman ball by holding its
opposite ends in their teeth. Grandma looks in.
INT. MAGGIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
There is a fire in the fireplace. Maggie and Ike sit as Ike
shows Maggie some passages from his favorite books. He's
reading something from Yeats at the moment. They seem happy.
EXT. CHURCH - THE DAY OF THE WEDDING
It is a media circus including FOUR REPORTERS, Midday with
Meredith and the T-shirt Vendor. Plus three other people the
reporters are interviewing, a GERMAN LADY, BUTCH KENAN, a
farmer and Grandma Julia. Reporter DINA NAPOLI walks down the
DINA NAPOLI (OF WBAL)
Wedding bells are ringing for the
fourth time today in Hale, Maryland.
Maggie Carpenter, "Always a Bride --
Never a Bridesmaid", will be attempting
to complete her fourth wedding ceremony.
We'll come back on the air when the
results are in. Back to you, Jessica.
Meredith, the low-end public access TV reporter, films himself
pointing a cheap video camera himself.
The turnout for this morning's wedding
is usually reserved for royalty or
Hollywood stars, but Maggie Carpenter
is Hale, Maryland's special star and
the citizens of Hale are out in full
The NY T-shirt Vendor pitches his wares.
I got "Bye-bye Birdie". "What part of
'I do' don't you understand?"... Get
your "Runaway Bride" T-shirts here...
Reporter JULIE MURPHY stands near Grandma Julia and Mrs.
JULIE MURPHY (Channel 6)
The bride's been here for almost an
hour, but being around in the beginning
was never her problem. We'll be here,
showing you the full wedding ceremony,
Reporter JACKI and TIFFANY stand at the edge of the CROWD
JACKI/REPORTER #3 (WBOC TV16)
Will she or won't she? That is on the
minds of these several hundreds folks,
who are standing here this morning.
Not to mention on the mind of Groom
Number #4, ex-USA Today columnist, Ike
Graham, who is missing in action.
EXT. WINDOW OF CHURCH/INT. SUNDAY SCHOOL ROOM - DAY
INSERT window of church. Peggy peers out the window at the
carnival scene. Cindy sits with Maggie as she leans forward,
doubled over on a child's chair. Peggy moves from the window to
sit with them.
(moves to window)
He's not coming. Watch. He's not
No, no. I saw eight geese flying in a
You and your lucky geese. You always
And in a "V".
Eight is good... "V" could be Victory.
They ad lib various words starting with the letter "V". Maggie
Rub your ears.
Yes, rubbing your ears is very soothing.
Cory does that to me when I
Maggie rubs her ears.
We do it to our dog.
After they rub Maggie's ears a bit:
He's here! He's here!
They all squeeze and peer out window. They scream in excitement.
Cindy rushes to Maggie's wedding dress.
I'll get the dress.
He's here!... He's here!
Now's the time for calm... If you don't
calm down, you won't get your dress on...
He's the one... He's the one.
Peggy moves to help Cindy with the dress. Maggie stands alone at
the window a moment. She picks up a toy horse.
This is not a good sign.
Maggie goes over to Peggy and Cindy, and starts to get into her
bridal gown. They continue to ad lib words standing with the
We have to hurry. The Sunday School
kids will be here soon.
INT. IKE'S CAR - DAY
Ike pulls up slowly. GUESTS peer through the his car window and
wave. Ike rubs his headache.
Well, the groom just pulled up. There
was talk of a "now show", but he is
Ike Graham is here!
He moves as he takes it all in: a FAMILY eats a fast food picnic
on a neighbor's lawn, invited GUESTS flock by in their party
best, and local NEWS TEAMS block the way. The STATE SENATOR is
making a speech welcoming the press to Maryland. A large GROUP
of reporters head up the church's stairs, hauling their
equipment. They enter the flood of PEOPLE streaming inside the
church. Ike snaps.
EXT. IKE'S CAR - CONTINUING
Ike stops the car where it is and jumps out, slamming the door in
anger. The REPORTERS swarm around him as he gets out of the car.
They continue to pound him with questions as he walks to church
steps. An OLDER LADY smacks him on the shoulder with a
newspaper. He turns in astonishment and continues up the
steps. He charges up the stairs and grabs Lee.
Shoot ours so she has one with an
Mrs. Pressman stands, shooting Ike with her video camera.
Mrs. Pressman, please.
It's okay. There's no microphone.
You're no fun.
No, I'm not.
Ike retreats into the church. Lee comes up to him again with his
video camera: CHUFFA about Scorsese.
INT. CHURCH - CONTINUING
As Fisher and Ellie sign the guest book, a LOCAL LADY stares at
Ellie. Ellie stares back at her until she leaves. Ike walks
away from Lee and turns smack into Ellie and Fisher. Ike puts
his arms around them and gives them a big hug.
Friends. Thank you. Thank you.
Over Ellie's shoulder, Ike sees Fisher's grinning face.
We are friends, aren't we, Fisher?
Of course we are. Of course.
Then you'll be my best man.
Well, I'm good, I don't know if I'm
Go talk to the pastor and he'll tell
you what to do. And someone will tell
me what to do.
You always looked great in that suit...
I'm happy for you, honey.
Ellie whispers in his ear.
I'll have a car around the back to
whisk you out of here if she runs.
Ellie kisses him on the cheek and walks away.
Bob comes up to Ike. He looks like he's going to punch Ike, then
abruptly holds out a rose boutonniere.
You look awful.
Bob hands the flower to Ike. Ike is shaking. Bob catches this
and looks up to Ike. It is a moment of clean honesty between the
Ike. Need help?
He takes the boutonniere and puts it on Ike's lapel.
I'm glad it's you.
I didn't want to find out I wasn't for
her in the fourth quarter.
Got any last minute advice?
(motioning to their eyes)
Maintain eye contact.
Bob turns and leaves, going down a side staircase.
Eye contact. Eye contact.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ike sees a pictures of Christ on the
wall. He leans into the picture and whispers.
He walks into the chapel.
INT. CHAPEL - CONTINUING
Ike steps up and stands next to Fisher.
I have no idea what I'm doing.
Your job is... the ring.
Do you have the ring?!
I just found out I'm best man! I'm
lucky I have a suit... What's wrong?
Ike gives the ring to Fisher. The Pastor approaches Ike. Ike
turns away and look out over the guests.
IKE'SPOV: There are most of the TOWNSPEOPLE we've come to
know, plus some NEW YORKERS for Ike, with little ponytails.
Armani wire rims, Donna Karan bodysuits. There's a lot of
smirking, checking out the hicks, forming their stories for
cocktail hour. Elaine is in back all dressed in black, mourning
Ike. Mrs. Trout approaches Ike.
You should thank Lou and I for the
wedding car -- a '63 Buick.
Oh, come on. You're practically family.
Mrs. Trout starts picking lint off Fisher's jacket.
Hello. I'm Fisher.
This doesn't want to come out.
You just pull a hair from my neck.
Mrs. Trout, go back to your seat!
INT. CHURCH FOYER - DAY
Peggy joins Maggie, who is blowing bubblegum and swaying in
front of an oscillating fan. Grandma and Walter come in.
Grandma gives her a kiss on the cheek.
Good luck, Maggie.
Thank you, Grandma.
Grandma leaves. Walter steps up.
(quietly to Maggie)
I'm really rooting for this one.
Thank you, Dad.
Peggy turns off the fan. Cindy takes the bag from Maggie.
Maggie spits her bubblegum into the bag. Peggy hands Maggie her
No sauntering down the aisle. Just
make time. Let's just get there.
Cindy and Peggy nod and leave. The door closes.
INT. CHAPEL - CONTINUING
Both extends his hand to Elaine.
Hi, I'm Elaine from New York.
Hello. I'm Bob, Maggie's fourth
That's okay. There's a lid for every
pot. Besides, I'm comfortable with Ike.
I mean, Jack Dempsey lost his
heavyweight title to a New Yorker.
I know. Gene Tunney.
The organ begins to play. The organist is Ted. Grandma, Walter,
Mrs. Pressman and the Trouts watch. Mrs. Trout picks lint off of
her husband's jacket.
Cindy and Peggy enter with the confident air of people who have
done this before. They make it to the head of the aisle all too
quickly. Peggy gives Ike a wink and an encouraging smile.
INT. CHURCH FOYER - CONTINUING
The door opens and Dennis sticks his head in.
They're ready, Maggie.
Just a second.
Dennis closes the door behind him as he goes back into the
chapel. Maggie has a moment alone. She looks at back door as
possible escape route, then changes her mind. She signals the
start of the wedding by knocking on the door.
INT. CHAPEL - CONTINUOUS
Immediately, Cory and Dennis open the doors for her entrance.
All the guests stand as Maggie enter the chapel smiling.
The aisle stretches before her into infinity. Faces goggle at
her from every direction. The tiny figure of Ike stands like a
beacon a long way off.
She plunges forward with a sped-up hesitation step.
Ike rocks imperceptibly, urging her on. Peggy and Cindy make
little "come on" motions. It seems to be working. Maggie
approaches rapidly. The CROWD has turned from skepticism to
looks and noises of encouragement.
ANGLE ON: MAGGIE
But then her feet gradually begin to slow.
Fisher gives a little "darn, so close" look.
But Ike is too busy maintaining eye contact. His eyes urge
Maggie closer -- loving her, willing her on.
Maggie stops her walk, gives Ike a teasing smile, and then
resumes with her walk toward him. His face. Her face. His
face. Her face.
Her foot inches forward. The other follows.
A sigh now rises from the GUESTS as Maggie closes in on Ike. He
smiles at her. She smiles at him. She is almost there... She's
there, smiling at Ike. The Pastor gestures to the guests to sit
down. They do.
Ike sneezes. She looks down and imagines she sees the carpet
splitting apart. And she bolts like a bat out of hell! In a
flurry of white, she is halfway down the aisle before Ike knows
what hits him.
Ike stands there dazed. For a second. Then she springs into
action, charging after her.
Block the doors!
Like a general, he points to Dennis and Cory in the back and
sends them into action. The doors shut in Maggie's face. But
she's a wild animal cornered. She moves to the side. The
TOWNSPEOPLE stand so Ike can hurry through the pew. Ike climbs
on the pews towards her as GUEST crowd the aisle, blocking his
path. Like a gazelle, she leaps to the side aisle and scampers
down and away. Fisher gets on his cell phone. Ike charges from
one of the full pews, crosses the aisle and leaps across the pews
near the staircase to cut her off. He grabs her veil and it
comes off in his hands. Maggie disappears down the steps of the
church basement. Ike fumble with the veil and jumps over the
railing, landing on Dennis' toe. He follows down the stairs
after her. Mrs. Pressman and Walter exchange bet money.
INT. CHURCH BASEMENT - CONTINUING
Maggie comes down steps and enters the church children's Sunday
school class. A lot of KIDS And TEACHERS are doing religious
arts and crafts. As Maggie runs through:
There's a man coming down those steps
with lots of candy in his pockets. If
you tickle him, he'll give candy.
She gives her bouquet to a little GIRL as she goes by. Ike comes
The KIDS mob him, grabbing his pockets. Ike fights his way
Maggie as she's in the church kitchen and hops on counter and
heads out the window. The window is wide enough.
Ike as he gets to the window, but Maggie is out in driveway.
EXT. CHURCH DRIVEWAY - CONTINUING
Maggie flies toward a FedEx truck at next house just leaving.
She gathers her dress and jumps in as Ike yells from window,
then, quickly climbs out onto the lawn as the truck starts to
Maggie looks back once, tearful and regretful, and disappears
inside the truck. The truck races off.
The PHOTOGRAPHERS turn their cameras on Ike, en masse. He is
enveloped by a barrage of bright lights.
Ellie and Fisher, who have also stepped outside on chapel front
steps, are looking around as Ike turns around the corner and
past the church.
Look, he's running after her.
Look, he's in pretty good shape.
They look after the FedEx truck and watch Ike chasing the truck
down the road away from the church.
Where do you think she's going?
Wherever it is, she'll be there by ten-
Cindy, Cory, Peggy and Meredith also rush out of the church and
comment on Maggie's runaway. Further down the road, Ike still
chases the truck, yelling:
As the truck rounds the bend in the road and disappears, Ike
stops and stares alone after the disappearing truck. A swarm of
REPORTERS catch up to him, flashing pictures and asking
questions. Another camera flashes and we cut to:
A NEWSPAPER PHOTO
Of Ike's stunned face on the cover of the USA Today. The caption
reads: "Hit and Run: Runaway Bride Strikes again". And we see
headlines in other papers.
"MAGGIE'S MAD DASH"
"HARDWARE HONEY GOES NUTS AND BOLTS"
"JOURNALIST WRITTEN OFF"
"BRIDE TAKES HIKE...NOT IKE"
"BRIDE TAKE RIDE"
"MAGGIE SAYS I DON'T"
INT. NEW YORK BAR - DAY
Kevin, the bartender, reads Jay's column, in the USA Today
entitled "Maggie's Mad Dash".
EXT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCK - DAY
Various newspaper WORKERS also read Jay's column in the USA
Today entitled "Maggie Mad Dash" and "Hardware Honey Goes Nuts
and Bolts" in another newspaper.
EXT. MAIN STREET/HALE - NIGHT (1-5 MONTHS LATER)
It's a night like any other in Hale -- the regular order of
things has been restored on its quaint streets. Quartet sings
in front of the hotel. LEE AND CORY CHUFFA: About where Peggy
INT. HARDWARE STORE - NIGHT
Maggie is sitting, end of a long day. Peggy sticks her head in
You okay? I'm closing.
I'm just finishing up, too.
Want to go to Butch's for a drink or
No, I'm just going to head home.
Peggy starts to go, then moves close to Maggie.
and making a "V"
with her fingers)
You know, I was just thinking about
that geese thing. I think the "V" was
half of a "W". A "W" for...
What are you talking about?
(holding Maggie's face)
You just have to get the rest of your
ducks in a row.
Thank you. You still think that he
Quick. Very quick.
Peggy exits. Maggie stares, losing herself in thought. Then a
VOICE startles her.
Marry me, Maggie.
Maggie jumps and turns to see: DENNIS -- the kid from the high
school football team, popping up from a low position near the
I am going to propose, you know. I
mean, the right way. Soon as I turn
You're sweet, Dennis. But you've got
to go. I'm closing up. Here's a candy
bar and one for your brother.
Dennis takes the candy and starts to go.
I'm not giving up. A person shouldn't
Dennis exits. Maggie is alone. She turns out the lamp she
designed, then on again. She turns off the other lamp on the
counter and exits. We hold on Maggie's designed lamp.
INT. IKE'S HALLWAY AND APARTMENT - NIGHT
Ike walks up to his door, carrying his mail and a bag of
carryout. He opens the door and walks into his apartment. He
pets Italics, who sits on his sofa bed. Without taking off his
coat, he goes to his keyboard and plays music as he CHUFFAS to
his cat about marriage and divorce.
INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE - DAY
Dad and Grandma Julia are there. Grandma is making lunch.
Walter is juggling oranges. There's glass of beer on the
That's Maggie. Home for lunch.
She's been doing this since the last
wedding. I don't think it's good.
Maggie walks in and kisses Grandma on the cheek.
Hey. Grandma, what's for lunch?
Turkey and cheese.
Honey, your grandmother and I were
thinking about opening a wedding gift
Walter looks at his daughter in surprise. He's never heard a
tone like this in her voice before.
Just stop it. Don't say another word
(putting down the oranges)
Maggie, it's just a joke...
No. It's my life.
A harmless joke.
No, it's humiliating and you've been
doing it since I was a kid. I don't
like it. Stop. You may not like
having a daughter with problems. But
guess what? I don't like having a
father who's drunk all the time. I'll
eat in my room.
Maggie takes a plate and exits.
That needed to be said. You know --
you're always making jokes about her,
so they won't make jokes about your
INT. IKE'S APARTMENT - DAY
Ike goes out on his terrace. He bounces a basketball. It
doesn't bounce. He sits on the steps of the patio an stares.
INT. MAGGIE'S WORKROOM/GYM - DAY
Maggie is kickboxing.
INT. MAGGIE'S WORKROOM/GYM - ANOTHER DAY
Maggie is a bit melancholy as she works on her lamps.
INT. IKE'S APARTMENT - ANOTHER DAY
Ike quietly sits in bed writing and staring into space thinking.
His cat sits on the windowsill.
INT. MAGGIE'S WORKROOM/GYM - NIGHT
Maggie jumps rope barefooted late at night.
I need a plan... A plan to life... What
would Bruce Lee do? He'd kick some
INT. MAGGIE'S KITCHEN - DAY
Maggie in front of plates full of all sorts of types of eggs --
scrambled, poached, sunny-side up, Benedict, soft boiled, etc
-- sits on the kitchen counter. She ties them all.
EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DAY
Establishing shot. Two MEN try to fix the engine of a taxi
outside the restaurant.
EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DUSK
Eke walks by the T-shirt Vendor, goes into a subway station.
EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DUSK
Ike crosses a busy street where a MAN is being arrested. Ike is
passing the upscale "Millennium Hardware Store". He glances at
the window, looks away, stops and looks again. The window
display is made up of an assortment of Maggie's lamps. Logo
"MAG" is on them. He smiles and walks on.
EXT. CENTRAL PARK RESERVOIR - DUSK
Ike stares out at water as he walks.
EXT. IKE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Ike walks along sidewalk, crosses street, enters his building.
INT. IKE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Ike opens the door to his apartment and flicks on the lights. He
crosses to hang his coat in the closet. In the closet mirror, he
sees and is stunned to find: MAGGIE, sitting on the couch
holding Italics, the cat.
He closes the closet and crosses to his desk.
Don't tell me. My doorman is one of
your many admires... I knew I should
have given him a better Christmas gift.
Maggie smiles tenuously. She's more than a little terrified.
I've been making friends with your cat.
Is it okay that I'm here?
I don't have much choice in the matter
now, do I? But I can't speak for
He moves to the kitchen.
I don't blame you for being mad...
Ike looks at her. Apparently the word "mad" is an understatement.
... Or... furious.
Ike looks at her again.
... Irate? Livid? How's that?
He starts putting cat food in a bowl. The cat leaves Maggie's
side and starts to east.
Livid is good. So what is it, Maggie?
You here on business? I saw your lamps.
It's something I've always wanted to do.
Ike leaves the kitchen, turns on the balcony lights and re-enters
the living room from the balcony.
You actually could make breaking and
entering into a new career.
the glass doors)
So, what are you doing here?
I wanted to talk to you about why I run
or ride away from things.
Ike moves away from her and sits on the steps near the balcony
Does it matter?
I think so... When I was walking down
the aisle? I was walking toward
somebody who didn't have any idea who I
really was. And it was only half the
other person's fault, because I had
done everything to convince him that I
was exactly what he wanted. So it was
good that I didn't go through with it
because it would have been a lie, but
you -- you knew the real me.
Yes, I did.
I didn't. And you being the one at the
end of the aisle didn't just fix that.
Ike takes this in. She's reaching him -- but then the defenses
go back up. He turns to her.
No, I couldn't fix anything...
(as he gets up)
But I still ended up chasing a truck.
Ike moves out to the balcony. After a moment, Maggie follows him.
EXT. BALCONY/IKE'SAPARTMENT - NIGHT
The balcony overlooks Central Park. The twinkling lights of the
city stretch out across the beautiful night. Ike looks out at
the view with his back to Maggie as she speaks.
I understand why you bring up the truck.
Let me explain something. The fact is,
you've seen me at my worst, most
embarrassing, deviously plotting,
potentially but not certifiably,
psychotic state. And if you liked me
then, I mean, now... I can't imagine...
(crosses to him)
Ike has no response.
I love eggs Benedict. I hate all the
... I hate big weddings with everybody
staring. I would like to get married
on a weekday while everybody is at work.
If I ride off into the sunset, I want
my own horse.
Should I be writing this down?
She returns to the balcony and hands him the box.
These are for you.
He opens it. It's her running shoes.
They're mine. I'm turning in my
running shoes to you.
This is getting serious.
Now she is glowing at him, shining with the full force of her.
And one more thing. I know it's hard
to believe there could be more. Um...
Maggie glances around and spots a DECK CHAIR, which she turns so
it is facing the city lights. Then she softly says:
If you could have a seat, please.
Ike sits. Maggie takes the box from him and puts it aide. And
then she gets down on one knee.
Oh my God. No.
Maggie smiles up at him. Ike tips his head back and covers his
eyes with his hand.
No, no -- don't hide your face, this
only happens once in a lifetime. It's
definitely a first to me, and you're
not going to want to miss it.
He smiles as he looks at Maggie.
I love you, Homer Eisenhower Graham.
Will you marry me?
Ike swallows, overwhelmed, overjoyed, and scared shitless.
Maggie, I gotta think about this a
Maggie hops cheerfully back to her feet.
She gets off her knees and stands.
I was hoping you'd say that.
You were not.
I was, because if you said "yes" right
away, I wouldn't get to say this next
part. And I've been practicing it.
(pulling up a chair
"I guarantee that we'll have tough
times. I guarantee that at some point
one or both oof us will want to get out.
But I also guarantee that if I don't
ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for
the rest of my life. Because I know in
my heart -- you're the only one for me".
Ike takes her hands affectionately.
Pretty good speech, Maggie.
I borrowed it from this guy I know.
Ike looks into Maggie's shining face and pauses. He gets up and
motions with his hand for her to stay seated. He goes inside and
turns on some music. The cat is sitting by the radio. He
returns to the balcony and takes Maggie's hand.
Dance with me.
They start to dance a slow dance.
EXT. LARGE GREEN FIELD - DAY
We see a hill and on top of it is a Pastor marrying Maggie and
Ike, in beautiful wedding attire. We see Maggie walk down a
leaf-lined aisle to a waiting Ike. They kiss as we hear the vows
and hear them each say "I do". They kiss a twirling, whirling
kiss, a circular kiss. We hear the applause of about twenty
people. Slowly, we see the twenty people come over the crest of
the hill. They are all Maggie's family and friends, plus the
old grooms. They are all paired in twos, like a love Noah's ark.
We see others get the news.
INT. CHURCH - DAY
Priest Brian hears about Maggie's wedding.
INT. BAKERY - DAY
Mrs. Trout hears about Maggie's wedding.
INT. NEW YORK BAR - DAY
George, Groom #3, hears about Maggie's wedding.
INT. ELLIE'S OFFICE OR APARTMENT - DAY
Ellie and Fisher hear about Maggie's wedding.
EXT. FIELD - DAY
Maggie and Ike finally break the kiss. Ike takes her hand and
walks her to two horses. Ike and Maggie, on the two horses, ride
off happily in their wedding clothes. As the group cheers,
Maggie throws bouquet. We see it float in the air.
FADE TO BLACK.