DENISE |
(O.S.) No, no, don't think anything of it. Please, Aunt Dolly... DENISE enters from bedroom, with cordless phone. (Continuing, on phone.) It's no problem, don't you worry. Really it's fine... |
HARRY |
Hey. What's wrong? |
DENISE |
(On phone.) Really. It's the least we can do. I'll talk to Harry. |
HARRY |
Talk to Harry about what? |
DENISE |
Okay, send my love. And don't worry, everything's gonna be fine. Ok, bye bye. SHE throws a kiss into the phone and hangs up. |
DENISE |
(to HARRY) There's been an accident. My Aunt Delores and Uncle Paul. |
HARRY |
Paul and Dolly? |
DENISE |
A car accident. Paul was driving. Dolly was crocheting. |
HARRY |
Crocheting? |
DENISE |
Neither of them saw it coming. |
HARRY |
There was a crocheting accident? |
DENISE |
A stupid kid on a motorcycle. Paul has a broken leg. Dolly suffered some bruises on her hip. They're being treated for trauma. They should be released in a couple weeks and then they're going to stay with my mother and father in Century Village. |
HARRY |
Well…! |
DENISE |
Everyone's trying to figure out what to do with the kids. So I offered to let Marcie come up to the city and stay with us. I mean, she's always wanted to see the city, she wants to be a writer. |
HARRY |
Marcie? Isn't she the little mousy 13-year-old with braces? |
DENISE |
No, Marcie's the pretty 19-year-old one who's a sophomore at Miami University. |
HARRY |
(Suddenly anxious.) Oh.
EXT. -- FLORIDA BEACH -- AFTERNOON
HARRY has a flashback to a beach in Fla. Harry can be seen reading a magazine, lying on a towel. DENISE sits in a chair next to him. MARCIE walks by, in a one piece black bathing suit: she is very alluring, and Harry looks long and hard at her.
INT. -- HARRY AND DENISE'S APARTMENT -- EVE.
We are back in the apartment in the scene preceeding the flashback. |
HARRY |
Maybe it'd be better if the little mousy one came instead. |
DENISE |
Harry, Jack and Susan'll be here any minute.
INT. -- HARRY AND SUSAN'S APARTMENT -- LATER THAT EVENING.
HARRY and DENISE, and JACK and SUSAN, are seated at a table -- wine glasses can be seen, the main dinner plates have been cleared away. |
SUSAN |
So, I've resigned myself to living with a husband who's never around, whose career is the most important thing to him, and who thinks about himself maybe 95 percent of the time and about his marriage the remaining five percent. |
JACK |
(to SUSAN) Hey, I'm an actor, I have to be on the road a little bit. You knew this going in. |
SUSAN |
Jack, you came to New York to be an actor because this is where the theater's supposed to be, and the first thing you do when you get here is leave town. |
JACK |
New York is the place to be when you're commercially successful. |
SUSAN |
Or when your wife lives here, or maybe that never occurred to you. |
JACK |
Harry, how old is this wine? It's having an odd effect on my wife. |
HARRY |
(With a giddy edge, perhaps from the wine.) I like it. I like when people feel free enough to speak their minds. |
DENISE |
enters scene carrying container of bread. This coming from a man who rides around the neighborhood on two flat tires 'cause he's scared of the woman who owns the bicycle shop. |
HARRY |
That's different. I don't live with the Bike lady. I'm talking about being able to tell your partner exactly how you're feeling about everything. I think that's essential to the longevity of any relationship. |
SUSAN |
Oh, and don't you think the Clintons have had a few heart to hearts in their time. A lot of good it's done them. |
HARRY |
Hey, the man got to be President. |
SUSAN |
Oh, so stand by your man? |
JACK |
Look: no one knows what goes on behind closed doors. They seem like a great couple, intellectually anyway. And I think that's what Harry's talking about. |
HARRY |
Exactly. Take what happened to us just this afternoon. |
DENISE |
What happened to us, Harry? |
HARRY |
With your Aunt Dolly and Uncle Paul. |
DENISE |
(Edgy.) I'm not following, dear. |
HARRY |
Maybe 'cause I haven't told you everything I'm feeling. |
DENISE |
Maybe I should get the coffee. |
JACK |
What's with Aunt Dolly and Uncle Paul? |
HARRY |
They're sending us their 19-year-old daughter for the rest of the summer. |
JACK |
Sending you? |
SUSAN |
Why? |
DENISE |
It's a long story and they're fine, but they're recuperating in the hospital and they need to do something with Marcie. |
JACK |
What does a 19-year-old need with a babysitter? |
HARRY |
Exactly: I don't think it's such a good idea. |
SUSAN |
Why? 'Cause she's pretty? |
HARRY |
(Taken aback; defensive.) No, that's not it. I mean -- yeah she's pretty, but...alright, ok, I -- this is what I'm talking about -- Yeah, I'm a little worried about having a nineteen year old college coed in the house, showering in our only bathroom, trying on string bikinis in the guest room... |
DENISE |
You're drunk. |
HARRY |
(to DENISE) I haven't told you this part... |
DENISE |
(To HARRY). Harry, she's your cousin. She's family. |
HARRY |
Technically, no. She's not. I mean, not my family. Because I married in. Plus, you know, Marcie's adopted. Remember, 'cause of your aunt's diabetes, she couldn't have any more children. Legally, I'm covered. |
SUSAN |
What, you mean in case you want to have a scandalous affair with your 19-year-old cousin? |
HARRY |
See, she's not my 19-year-old cousin, that's the-- |
JACK |
Well, Denise, you're a lawyer, is he covered? |
DENISE |
From head to toe, but I won't tell you what he's covered in. |
JACK |
Didn't you just start that job? |
DENISE |
I don't know. I don't know if I belong. |
HARRY |
They're lucky to have you. |
DENISE |
It's this like, teeming, corporate environment, and my first assignment is to handle -- well not handle, but you know, represent -- |
HARRY |
They're, like, firing everybody -- |
DENISE |
It doesn't look good, they hire me and then four weeks later they start laying off half the junior staff. So, I don't know, we're involved in, these collective bargaining negotiations. |
SUSAN |
Sounds fascinating. |
DENISE |
No, it's -- it's just, you know... |
HARRY |
She's scared -- but she's a genius, so she should do fine...
INT -- HARRY AND DENISE'S BEDROOM -- LATE AT NIGHT It's later that night. HARRY is sitting on edge of the bed, in shorts. The TV is on: we can see it -- an advertisement for Baywatch, women running in bikinis, etc. HARRY is watching TV, and we watch him watching it. We can hear the water running from a sink, off stage. We hear DENISE'S voice, offstage, as she is in the bathroom. |
DENISE |
(O.S.) I just didn't get a good feeling from them tonight. |
HARRY |
Feelings can be deceptive. We watch again HARRY watching the TV show and then he looks up to see that DENISE has entered: but it isn't quite DENISE, but one of the BAYWATCH models, in a bikini, brushing her teeth, and speaking to him. |
DENISE |
Yeah, but not behavior. I know what I was watching. HARRY looks back to TV and takes remote to it and switches channel. |
HARRY |
So you don't think they're gonna make it? HE looks back at DENISE and the image has been replaced with the person of his wife. On the TV: More faint, muffled intoning about the Clinton scandal. |
DENISE |
It just seemed like tonight they were really going at it. |
HARRY |
I don't know, it's not like we haven't heard this before. |
DENISE |
Sort of seemed like Susan was really going at you. SHE goes back into bathroom. We hear sound of running water. |
HARRY |
Well, she's frustrated. You know, Jack's not around, he's always touring. She's probably worried about chorus girls and whatnot, so... DENISE exits bathroom, enters bedroom. |
DENISE |
So....should I be worried? |
HARRY |
What --? |
DENISE |
I mean, did you really mean all that about my cousin Marcie? |
HARRY |
Hey, I was the host. I was the host of our little dinner party. I have an obligation to entertain the troops. |
DENISE |
I didn't find you so entertaining. |
HARRY |
Listen to me: I am true blue -- when it comes to you -- I'm such a true blue, I'm like integrity blue. DENISE gets into bed. HARRY shuts TV, joins her. |
DENISE |
I don't know. I know he tries to give her what she needs. Remember when she wanted to spend six months in the South of France without him, studying architecture? |
HARRY |
Yeah, he let her go. |
DENISE |
That's nice. He was willing to give her that space. |
HARRY |
No, that's not nice. If you ever came to me and said you wanted to go somewhere without me for six months, I'd kill you -- or I'd have a heart attack, whichever came first. |
DENISE |
You wouldn't let me go? |
HARRY |
What am I gonna do without you for six months, where am I gonna go? HE kisses her. |
DENISE |
But I might need alone time and... |
HARRY |
You can be alone. You can be away from me. Just not away in the South of France. Kissing her, fondling. SHE starting to return his advances. |
DENISE |
Not for six months...? |
HARRY |
Six hours, maybe -- six minutes-- |
DENISE |
Oh God, Harry, what am I gonna do with you? |
HARRY |
I don't know, but hit the lights and we can start exploring options. |