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,