INT. DAVID’S APARTMENT/BACK ROOM OFF KITCHEN – NIGHT
From the darkened back room, David Aames appears with ice, and
re-enters his party.
Who needs ice?
Aames moves – swirls is more like it – through into his party, which is
nicely underway. Upscale. Part literary crowd. Part fashion crowd.
He’s great in a crowd. Surrounded by people, David Aames comes
On Colleen chatting with Older Editor – Type.
Is that weird for you? To be the editor of a magazine
like Rise? I mean, it’s sorta for teenage boys.
You know – that’s a fascinating observation. I think I’ll kill
David moves through the party, catching the attention of a model (Lynette).
David! Happy Birthday.
Jesus, you have the greatest taste in shoes I’ve ever seen.
Bar none. Anywhere.
A Woman Caterer in Whites (Emma) slips by with a knowing smile.
EMMA THE CATERER
The old place sure looks more crowded with people in it.
Emma, do you know Lynette?
EMMA THE CATERER
No, but I shudder to think what we might have in common.
How was your sister’s graduation?
EMMA THE CATERER
David notices that Brian Shelby has arrived with a guest, a Woman
who struggles with a package and a very large coat. On first glance,
she’s just another girl. On second glance, she’s a killer. He notes her
oddly funny behavior. She removes the coat to reveal a very simple
natural beauty. She is SOFIA SERRANO, a twenty-seven-year-old city girl
with a barely containable life-force. Enter PETER BROWN, David’s male
assistant with surreptitious headset.
The Living Stereo system is online and looking great. It’s
an amazing prototype. They’d love an article on it if you
Angle on a holographic display connected to stereo. An odd and
disarmingly beautiful display of Coltrane performing ‘My Favorite
Things’ in David’s living room. David passes a hand through
Coltrane’s image, admires it.
And we have to discuss your schedule for next week.
David nods, still focused on Sofia. Suddenly, he finds he can’t take his
eyes off her.
Who’s that girl, Peter?
I do not know. But your schedule –
I say this kindly. Fuck off.
I will do that. And happy birthday, sir.
Angle on front entrance, as David arrives to greet Brian and his
Hey, man. Happy birthday and all
the usual shit people say to each other. How you doing?
Livin’ the dream, baby. Livin’ the dream.
The two friends hug. David shares a quick glance with Brian’s date,
who is still burdened with coat.
(to Sofia, as in ‘meet the notorious…’)
Meet David Aames.
(can’t help but flirt)
And to what do I owe this pleasure, the pleasure of —
— the pleasure of Sofia. Serrano.
We met today at the library, if you can believe that —
I’m sorry about my coat. It’s too big for your closet.
– we were both pretending to be intellectuals.
No no, I think it’s amazing. I love your coat.
I’ll just continue like you’re both actually listening to me.
Do you have another room to put it in?
(invisible, re their chemistry)
I have ceased to exist.
Well, Madison Square Garden is nearby, it might fit there.
(shoves David playfully, as in ‘touche’)
Her upbeat physicality is intoxicating. Sofia hands David her present.
We picked it out together.
Neither look at Brian. Brian takes a breath. He’s been here before.
Stop flirting and open it.
Mind if I open it later?
Not at all.
Let’s get a drink.
I’ll leave this upstairs.
David exits. They are left to consider his personal charisma.
Jesus, I . . . feel like I just had sex with him –
Yep. Yep. I’ve known him twenty-five years, we went to
school together, and I’m still the same way –
– and I could be pregnant. Quick, tell me something awful
Are you being loyal?
Just honest. He’s a great guy.
It must be horrible for you.
(smitten, she understands)