AS GOOD AS IT GETS by Mard Andrus And James J. Brooks Story by Mark Andrus FADE IN: INT. APARTMENT BUILDING (NEW YORK), HALLWAY - NIGHT ANGLE ON apartment doorway. As it opens and an enormously SWEET-FACED, ELDER WOMAN steps out, bungled up against the cold -- turning back to call inside to the unseen love of her long life. SWEET-FACED WOMAN I'm just going to get some flowers, dear. I'll be back in twenty minutes. It's tulip season today. I'm so happy. And now she turns and faces the hallway... her sweetness dissolves in a flash... replaced by repulsion and that quickly she has reversed herself and re-entered her apartment... closing the door as we consider her vacated. POV - MELVIN UDALL in the hallway... Well past 50... unliked, unloved, unsettling. A huge pain in the ass to everyone he's ever met. Right now all his considerable talent and strength is totally focused on seducing a tiny dog into the elevator door he holds open. MELVIN Come here, sweetheart... come on. ON DOG Sniffing at a particular spot on the hall carpeting. Melvin lets the elevator door close and advances on the mutt who has ignores him. MELVIN Wanna go for a ride? Okay, sweetie? The dog lifts his leg at the precise moment Melvin lunges and picks him up with a decisive heft -- so that dog urine squirts the hall wall for a second or two. The DOG sensing a kindred spirit starts to GROWL and BARK. MELVIN (a malevolent tone) You've pissed your last floor, you dog-eared monkey. The dog takes a snap at Melvin, but the man is much meaner and quicker than the dog -- he holds his snout shut with his hand and reaches for the door of the garbage chute. MELVIN I'll bet you wish you were some sort of real dog now, huh? Don't worry... this is New York. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere, you know? You ugly, smelly fuck. And with that, he stuffs him in the garbage chute and lets go. We hear a FADING SERIES of PLEADING "ANOOOOS" from the DOG fade to nothingness... as another apartment door opens emitting the loud sounds of a PARTY and SIMON NYE, early 30s. Simon has been born and raised with Gothic horror and it's strange that what that stew of trauma has produced is a gifted, decent man. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING (NEW YORK), HALLWAY - NIGHT Frantic... he bolts into the hall... Melvin is just about to enter his apartment. SIMON Verdell!?!! Here, good doggie... He notices Melvin at the far end of the hall. SIMON Mr. Udall... excuse me. Hey there! (as Melvin turns) Have you seen Verdell? MELVIN What's he look like? Melvin starts to walk back to his apartment door which is directly opposite Simon's. SIMON My dog... you know... I mean my little dog with the adorable face... Don't you know what my dog looks like? MELVIN I got it. You're talking about your dog. I thought that was the name of the colored man I've been seeing in the hall. Simon looks O.S. -- and sees his black friend. SIMON Which color was that? MELVIN Like thick molasses, with one of those wide noses perfect for smelling trouble and prison food... Simon has had it. SIMON Frank Sachs -- Melvin Udall. MELVIN (not missing a beat) How're you doing? SIMON Franks shows my work, Mr. Udall. I think you know that. FRANK (overlapping) Simon, you've got to get dressed. MELVIN (to Simon) What I know is that as long as you keep your work zipped up around me, I don't give a fuck what or where you shove your show. Are we being neighbors for now? SIMON (to Frank) Do you still think I was exaggerating? FRANK can only smile. FRANK Definitely a package you don't want to open or touch. MELVIN Hope you find him. I love that dog. Simon, terminally non-confrontational, still finds himself compelled to turn back toward Melvin. SIMON (directly) You don't love anything, Mr. Udall. Simon closes his door leaving Melvin alone in the hallway. MELVIN I love throwing your dog down the garbage chute. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT, BATHROOM - NIGHT Melvin locks and unlocks and locks his door, counting to five with each lock. He turns the lights quickly on and off and on five times and makes a straight-line towards his bathroom where he turns on the hot water and opens the medicine chest. INT. MEDICINE CHEST Scores of neatly stacked Neutrogena soaps. He unwraps one -- begins to wash -- discards it -- goes through the process two more times. INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT, ENTRANCE HALL - NIGHT A group of PARTY GOERS enters -- followed by a HANDYMAN holding Verdell who looks and finds: SIMON who looks up -- lights up -- and tears up as he moves quickly toward the group and his dog. SIMON Thank the good Lord... wow... my honey... where have you been? PARTY GOER (thinking the greeting's for him) He always liked me. As Simon goes past him to take the dog from the Handyman... JACKIE, Frank's junior partner, barking a laugh at the Party Goer -- VERDELL BARKING some love. As the others greet Simon, Jackie directs the group inside. Jackie lingers, looking on affectionately as Simon picks some awful, sticky gunk from the dog's body... he puts Verdell down to reach for his wallet -- the tiny DOG YAPS in protest. SIMON Just for a second, okay? The DOG YAPS "no." Simon, delighted, picks him up again. SIMON (kissing him on the mouth) Look at him... where was little baby? HANDYMAN (smiling) In the basement garbage bin eating diaper shit. Simon reacts -- then notices the Handyman, tongue in cheek, trying to suppress his amusement. SIMON Go ahead, John, you earned your fun. (looking at Verdell) How did he get down in the basement? I mean even if he got on the elevator how... ? HANDYMAN Maybe some nice neighbor shoved him down the garbage chute. SIMON My God! No! He stares out... Frank frustrated following. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - OFFICE - NIGHT Quiet -- safe -- just Melvin's voice reading aloud as he writes. MELVIN 'Somewhat in the dark, she had confessed and he had forgiven. This is what you live for, he said. Two heads on a pillow where there is only the safety of being with each other. How, she wondered, could she find such hope in the most shameful part of her.' He barely reacts as we hear a LOUD KNOCKING at he reads. SIMON (O.S.) Mr. Udall. But Melvin's into it. His fingers flying as he reads. MELVIN 'At last she was able to define love. Love was... ' More KNOCKING. SIMON (O.S.) Mr. Udall, I'd like to talk to you please. MELVIN 'Love was... ' He almost has the rest of the sentence -- the meaning of love -- but the knocking throws him. MELVIN ... Son-of-a-bitch-pansy-assed- stool-pusher. He burst from his chair. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING (NEW YORK) - HALLWAY - NIGHT As Simon hears MELVIN through the door and takes a step back. Melvin throws open the door. He looks demonic. MELVIN (loud and angry) Yeeeess!!! SIMON Maybe this can wait. Frank signals encouragement as Melvin opens the door. SIMON I found Verdell, Mr. Udall. MELVIN Well, that's a load off. Melvin walks back into the apartment and is about to close the door when Simon has another burst of bravery. SIMON Did you... do something to him? MELVIN Do you realize that I work at him? SIMON (eyes downcast) No, I didn't. MELVIN Do you like to be interrupt when you are danging around in your little garden? SIMON No... actually, I even shut the phone off and put a little piece of cardboard in the ringer so no one can just buzz me from d... MELVIN Well, I work all the time. So never, never again interrupt me. Okay? I mean, never. Not 30 years from now... not if there's fire. Not even if you hear a thud from inside my home and a week later there's a smell from in there that can only come from a decaying body and you have to hold a hanky against your face because the stench is so thick you think you're going to faint even then don't come knocking or, if it's election night and you're excited and want to celebrate because some fudge-packer you dated has been elected the first queer President of the United States... and he's going to put you up in Camp David and you just want to share the moment with someone... don't knock ... not on this door. Not for anything. Got me. Sweetheart? SIMON Yes. It's not a subtle point you're making. MELVIN Okay, then. Melvin enters his apartment and slams the door shut. SIMON So the theory of confrontations is that now he'll think twice before messing with me? Frank smiles affectionately. Simon turns serious. SIMON He's genuinely upsetting, isn't he? FRANK Won't worry about it. You go ahead. Frank waits till Simon EXITS SCENE and then knocks loudly on Melvin's door. There is a sharp change in his demeanor. MELVIN (O.S.) Oh, I'm pissed!! Now I am really pissed!!! Frank waits patiently as Melvin jerks his door back open. Frank immediately grabs Melvin by his shirt and jerks him forward... Melvin is scared. Operating on survival mode. MELVIN No touch. No touch. No touch. FRANK You may think you can intimidate the whole world with your attitude, but I grew up in Hell. My grandmother had more attitude. You don't intimidate me. MELVIN (calling) Police! Police! Fucking crooked police... doughnut-munching morons help me! (to Frank) Assault and battery and you're black. FRANK Shhhh now. I like Simon. I like him enough to batter you unrecognizable if you verbally abuse him or so much as touch his dog again. Meanwhile, I'll try and think how you can make this up to him. (suddenly loud) I hate doing this. I'm an art dealer. (beat) Have a nice day. Party! He tosses Melvin back and walks out. Melvin straightens his shirt as he steps out into the hall. Frank smiles as he re-enters the other apartment. Melvin appears impressed. EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET NEAR CAROL'S RESTAURANT - DAY A crowded and dirty street and here comes Melvin. His walk is brisk -- an animal wanting to pass through the danger without giving off the scent of its mounting fear. At times he places his palms together and extends his arms cutting a path through people. We will be very pointed in the fact that he avoids stepping on cracks. CLOSER ON MELVIN His eyes focused on the terrain. INT. CAROL'S RESTAURANT - DAY ANGLE ON WAITRESS CAROL CONNELLY talks with another MOTHER -- a customer. You would not guess it, but her working hours tend to be the most carefree time of the day. She is telling a story about her son for the umpteenth time. CAROL (to the Mother's little girl) Look at you, you're all better. MOTHER It's that new medication. CAROL You know all my son's stuff, right? The Mother nods too sympathetically that she does, but Carol interrupts her. CAROL No, no, no, I got a date tonight. I'm walking out the door this morning and he says to me, 'Mom, I promise not to get one of my fevers or coughs during your date.' MOTHER Isn't that sweet. CAROL Little blonde angle. (to child, affectionately) Eat everything. Melvin enters and moves past several empty tables to a table towards the back and is obviously surprised to find a MAN and WOMAN sitting at the table. WOMAN It just came out of me. I said you love me the way a remote control loves a TV. As long as I switch every time... HER MALE COMPANION Wonderful. MELVIN People who talk in metaphors can shampoo my crotch. (on their look) Eat up. They turn away -- Melvin walks a few paces to the waitress station where two waitresses, LISA and CAROL, are talking. LISA Pay me back next week. CAROL I owe you. I told you today... them's the rules. Oh, excuse me, Melvin. She puts two hands lightly on his waist to move him out of the way. He gulps at the contact (since no one else ever touches him) but covers his self-consciousness. MELVIN I'm starving. CAROL (firmly to Lisa) Will you please take it? Melvin intentionally moves a step in her path, with stealth, so that she must touch him again to get him out of the way... LISA This way you take a cab home so you have time to get ready for the date. CAROL "Ready" is not my problem. She barks a mirthless though hearty laugh. If we could read Melvin which we can't, we'd see him unsettled by the date talk. To Carol he is as harmless as furniture. CAROL (to Melvin) Go sit down. You know you're not allowed back here... Spencer's more excited about it than I am... He says, "Mom, I promise not to get a fever or couch during your date." The other WAITRESSES and the SHORT ORDER COOK all go "awww." CAROL I know. He's just the best. MELVIN I've got Jews at my table. CAROL It's not your table. It's the place's table. Behave. This once, you can sit at someone else's station. The two waitresses signal their protests. CAROL Or you can just wait your turn... Melvin walks back into the restaurant proper... he hangs near their table... his discomfort builds in this limbo... then: MELVIN How much more you got to eat? Your appetite isn't as big as your noses, is it? WOMAN What?!! MAN (to Woman) Let's go -- The Woman starts to protest. MAN Let's leave. We're going. Melvin sits down at the table -- and takes from his pocket a plastic eating utensil set wrapped and sealed. As he opens his utensils. CAROL Bryan says he doesn't care how long you've been coming you ever act like this again you're barred for life. I'm gonna miss the excitement, but I'll handle it. There is in Carol's attitude toward Melvin some ingredient of self-satisfaction -- that she is the only one in the place who can handle him. She starts to clear the table. MELVIN The table's fine if it had some cholesterol on it. Two sausages, six bacon strips, fries, three eggs over easy and coffee. CAROL You're gonna die soon with that diet, you know that? MELVIN We're all gonna die soon. I will. You will. It sure sounds like your son will. ON CAROL Stunned. Some crazy street-freak has slipped under her perfect guard and momentarily devastated her. Melvin senses that he's gone way too far. He wipes his knife. CAROL If you ever mention my son again, you will never be able to eat here again. Do you understand? Give me some sign you understand or leave now. Do you understand me... (adds truthful label) you crazy freak? Do you?!? A beat and then Melvin nods, hardly breathing -- backing down. CAROL Okay. I'll get your order. She walks away. Melvin watches her, biting his lower lip. He takes some napkins and cleans the table himself. INT. CAROL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT She is underneath a YOUNGER, cuter MAN on the living room sofa. He is expertly into foreplay. She begins to make noises as she responds... each time startling herself with her own noise and trying to reign it in. She's two women here -- one speeding the pleasure highway -- the other -- functional mom so blown away by the emergence of this sexy self that she laughs. The Young Man stops and looks at her. YOUNG MAN What? CAROL I... I... I don't know... You got me. His eyes try to burn into hers... She is getting excited but doesn't know how to play it... He pushes one of the fingers of the hand caressing her face toward her mouth... She closes her teeth, his fingers attempt opening her mouth. She stops him. CAROL Let me just do whatever I do by myself... I'll catch up to you someplace I promise. (as he's put off) Oh, no... don't look like that. No. I'm sorry if I'm a goof. And so with earnestness and caring, she has transformed the sex into something more intimate -- and, talk about egg in your beer, hotter. Things are getting wild when we hear from the distance a child, SPENCER, CALLING and COUGHING. CAROL Kissing... kissing boys. Oh my. Carol pulls her head away -- as Spencer's call continues. SPENCER (O.S.) (softly) Grandma, grandma... YOUNG MAN Maybe you better check. CAROL Like what did you think I was going to do? INT. HALLWAY/BEVERLY'S ROOM - NIGHT Pulling herself together she goes off down the hallway... she ducks her head into the first bedroom where her mother, BEVERLY, is listening to music on headphones... she takes them off when she sees Carol, then hears the cough. BEVERLY I'm sorry. I was hearing just everything you were doing so I put these on to give you privacy. Carol now goes into her son's room. INT. SPENCER'S ROOM - NIGHT The room is a monument to horrible, sleepless nights... two drugstore de-humidifying filters, a nebulizer (breathing contraption) a waste basket... a night stand filled with medicine, a blood pressure kit... along with some stacks of seven-year-old toys and a small TV wedged into the tiny space. SPENCER I'm sorry. CAROL Don't be silly. How bad? SPENCER Not bad. Carol feels his head... that's okay. Then he coughs -- trying to suppress it... then a bigger cough... they each know what that signals... She brings up a waste basket as he throws up... she comforts him. He apologizes. She loves him. INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT As she re-enters. He is taking a cigarette from a pack. CAROL (a bit panicked) You can't smoke... He can't take smoke. He palms the cigarette -- resumes making out -- his hand squeezes her breast -- then he stops and looks at his hand. She looks down and sees a bit of throw-up he picked up while feeling her and then notices him looking at her with extreme distaste... She barks a laugh to cover her embarrassment but speaks the truth. CAROL Oh, God... I don't even notice anymore. She crosses to the kitchen for a dishtowel. Tries to make light. CAROL That'll teach you. YOUNG MAN Don't apologize. CAROL (perturbed) That wasn't an apology. She notices his demeanor -- how he avoids looking at her -- how uncomfortable he is. CAROL Hey... this is just a little throw- up -- it's nothing to be so embarrassed about. Really. (as he shifts uncomfortably) Thanks for the dinner. Let me write down which trains you take to get back. YOUNG MAN No way. She brightens. YOUNG MAN I'll take a cab. She deflates as he moves past her. YOUNG MAN Too much reality for a Friday night. EXT. HOLLAND TUNNEL - NIGHT A cold night in hell. Three young men bullshit near the approach to the tunnel. Their names are VINCENT, EVAN and DOUG, who is the oldest at 28. Vincent is dopey and the most likeable of the gritty little trio. EVAN Why is every customer surprised I read books? DOUG (amazed) You read books? EVAN Oh, wow! I know this guy! Look! He even bought me dinner. They all focus on a black BMW as it slows and stops in front of them. CARL checks them out carefully through the front window. He is talking on the speaker phone. CARL (slightly exasperated) Look, I just can't. I promised Simon I'd find him a model. FRIEND (V.O.) (on speaker phone, flirting) Carl, take me off the speaker. Did I tell you that these are house seats? C'mon, you could use a break. Hello... Carl, are you there... hello? Seeing the hustlers: CARL . ... I just found a model. DOUG (to Carl) Hey, how it's goin'... EVAN Hey, hi... remember? CARL I only need one. EVAN You picked me up, maybe a few weeks, I don't know, some time ago. You were very flattering about our... encounter. CARL Maybe just you and me... but this is for a painting. I need a pretty face. Carl beckons to Vincent who joins him, trying to conceal his pride at winning this lowest end of beauty contest. INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT - DAY There is a KNOCK at the door -- Simon crosses to answer. He is more relaxed than we've seen him -- a man at peace humming to his favorite music, talking to his dog who scratches at the door. Simon opens the door to Vincent. SIMON Sorry, I was out in the studio doing some work and I forgot about our appointment. He leads the way back toward the studio -- chatting away -- unaware that Vincent is disrobing as he follows him and eyeing the expensive apartment. SIMON I usually make such a big deal out of picking models but Carl's so thorough. I'll bet he drove you nuts checking your references. And he turns and sees the naked model. SIMON (taken aback) This isn't a nude. Vincent moves back to retrieve his clothes. VINCENT Just kidding around. (then mutters) So much for love. INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT - STUDIO (MINUTES LATER) Vincent is striking blatantly sexual poses to the increasingly uneasy Simon. SIMON Exactly what is your previous experience? VINCENT How about that pose? (sing-song) This is not fun... (then) Give me some direction. Vincent has instinctively put Simon on the defensive. He tries not to show it. SIMON Nothing. I just watch till something strikes me. Do anything you think of -- try different thing. Until I say, "hold that pose." Then just try and comfortably hold it. VINCENT (trying another space) The fact that you haven't said, "hold it" means I haven't done it right... is that correct? I haven't done it right? SIMON No... Okay. What I do is watch and wait for, um... You ever watch someone who doesn't know you're watching... an old woman on a bus, kids going to school and you see this flash come over them and you know immediately that it has nothing to do with anything external -- that it's in respond to a private thought they just had? They are just sort of realer and more alive. And when you notice it so are you. If you look at someone long enough, you discover their humanity. Vincent's slack-jawed expression changes. He feels an intellectual tingle to be having this conversation. VINCENT I know exactly what you mean. There's a joy in him at this moment -- a bit of purity. SIMON Hold it. Vincent does so -- hums a bit of "Satisfaction" to celebrate. INT. RESTAURANT - DAY Carol and LESLIE, another waitress, are waiting for their order at the cappuccino bar. Leslie is telling the story of the traumatic audition which may have turned her life. Carol is rapt. As they pass Melvin she does not break stride, nor give him notice. Though she is aware of him -- resentfully so -- hard not to be since he is giving a moment to moment commentary on her every action. MELVIN Clippity clop -- clippity clop -- she has to pretend she doesn't hear me. Listening to the story from the upset friend... now she drops off the cappuccino and smiles at the putzette who doesn't even say, "Thank you." No, the putzette wanted the whipped cream so back she goes and now she has to pass him again and it's getting tougher to make believe. CAROL (reluctant forgiveness) Okay. Melvin stops -- she passes behind him to deliver an uncharacteristic rabbit punch. CAROL What's with the plastic picnic ware? Why not try ours... afraid it isn't clean? MELVIN I see the help -- judgement call. CAROL Just give yourself a little pep talk. "Must try other people's clean silverware as part of the fun of dining out." MELVIN What's wrong with your son, anyway? CAROL What do you care? Melvin just looks at her. CAROL He's gotta fight to breathe. His asthma can just shoot off the charts -- he's allergic to dust and this is New York and his immune system bails on him when there's trouble so an ear infection... Is this bothering you? MELVIN (caught) No. CAROL An ear infection can send us to the emergency room -- maybe five, six times a month where I get whatever nine-year-old they just made a doctor. Nice chatting with you. MELVIN His name? CAROL Spencer. MELVIN Okay. CAROL (quietly) Spence. She exits. INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT - STUDIO - DAY (SEVERAL WEEKS LATER) The greenhouse studio is a busy sanctuary, as Simon puts the finishing touches on his painting of Vincent. A beat and then a strange figure crosses between the CAMERA and the scene -- gone before we can examine him further. SIMON You can put on anything you want now. I might be sort of done here... Vincent quickly and expertly picks a CD to meet his immediate needs and puts it on -- dying a little at every second of silence during the transition... then LOUD MUSIC PLAYS... Vincent even GOOSING the VOLUME. Simon does a take -- he gestures Vincent to take it down -- which Vincent does. ANGLE - APARTMENT where it is not clear that a robbery is in progress -- Vincent's two friends from the street sweeping all objects into large sacks -- one of them, Doug, pauses to look past the terrace to the studio. DOUG Lucky Vinnie -- he's a painting. INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT, STUDIO - DAY MUSIC PLAYS -- Simon cleaning up his stuff. VINCENT So you're practically finished, huh? SIMON Yes... well, there's one more stage -- trying to figure out if it's any good. Simon sneaks a look at the canvas from another perspective... he focuses -- then the smallest shy nod of self-approval -- he's finished. Vincent is desperate to distract. CLOSE ON dog as Verdell awakens, stretches and pricks his ears. He moves quickly to the closed door and starts to frantically scratch, attracting Simon's attention. As Simon keeps walking... Vincent shoots over to the canvas. VINCENT Wait -- I want to see the painting. SIMON Just a second -- he has to go. VINCENT Please!! NO!!! Simon opens the door and Verdell shoots out like a bullet. Vincent pauses before the painting and is thrown to see his humanity captured -- to be "immortalized." INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY Doug and Evan are nearly to the front door as VERDELL stops them with a vicious GROWL and BARK. Simon is distracted -- looking down at his pet so that he continues to walk toward Doug and Evan, not noticing them -- Vincent, terribly afraid, appears behind Simon. SIMON (to Vincent) What's the matter, sweetheart? He instantly stops. Shocked. Frozen. His eyes on the stranger, Doug, looking at him. Now Vincent comes in. Doug greets him. DOUG Yo. Simon turns to Vincent. SIMON Why are you doing this? VINCENT No. No. No. Hey, that painting in there... I just want to tell you... Now Evan appears holding a brass hat rack. EVAN (to Vincent) What are you doing? Cruising him? And he uses the hat rack first as a spear, then as a club, as the brief savage attack begins. ON VERDELL as he starts to go toward Simon and then scurries back in fear. The three attackers leave. Now silence. A single BARK from VERDELL. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING (NEW YORK) - HALLWAY - DUSK A mass of OFFICIAL PEOPLE clutter the hall as a gurney is whisked down to the elevator. It's impossible to tell if Simon is awake or dead. Melvin is standing against the wall near his door a cop, RAY, interviewing him. RAY Okay. So you call 911 and don't leave your name -- even a dumb geezer should know that emergency automatically pulls up your name. How come you make a mistake like that? MELVIN How come you're pretending to do cop work -- 'cause I don't think you could find your ass if you were spotted the hole. RAY (stunned) What? MELVIN Just move on. No one here killed him. RAY Oh, is he dead? MELVIN Ask him. RAY We will if we can and if we can't, we'll come back and ask you again and again. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING (NEW YORK) - HALLWAY - ANOTHER ANGLE - NIGHT Frank standing upset, anxious, holding a dog bowl, a leash and VERDELL, who is more upset making pathetic little CRYING SOUNDS. As we FOCUS BRIEFLY ON Verdell... Frank is talking to the Sweet-Faced Woman. SWEET-FACED WOMAN I've been praying for him since I heard. FRANK So I've got to get to the hospital. If you could take the dog just for tonight. SWEET-FACED WOMAN Oh, Lord -- I've got all these antique knick-knacks... Or else I'd be glad... FRANK Maybe if you kept locked in the bathroom. No? Okay. Thanks. (as he turns away and she closes the door he adds) Old bitch... Damn dog. A short laugh makes us realize that Melvin has witnessed and enjoyed Frank's hostile mutterings... VERDELL starts WHIMPERING as a pissed Frank approaches his mugger: FRANK You're taking him... yes... you're taking him -- this will clear the books. One night. You want to say "no" to me? Try... because I've never felt as nuts as I do right this second. I almost want you to try saying "no." MELVIN (quietly) I'm not saying nothing to you. FRANK Thanks for looking after him. Frank pushes open the door to Melvin's apartment and places Verdell inside. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT MUSIC IN: as Frank pulls the door partially closed to block Verdell's escape. The music represents Verdell's state of mind -- trapped in the apartment of the man who tried to kill him. We STAY with the dog during the O.S. dialogue: As his head turns in panic we see his various POVs as the dialogue continues O.S. MELVIN (O.S.) Hey, where are you going? You can't do this. (calls after Frank) I can't take a dog. (a confession) Nobody's ever been in here before. FRANK (O.S.) (threatening) You don't want to mess with me today. I'll figure something else out tomorrow. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Melvin enters -- the dog cowers in the shadows. Now Melvin sees him. MELVIN You're dead!! VERDELL STOPS -- gives Melvin wide berth -- slinking along the far wall. Melvin finds Verdell's fear of him a bit calming. MELVIN I don't have dog food. And I won't want dog food here. You'll eat what we have. You'll eat what we eat. Melvin exits. Verdell is in a major funk. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT Melvin breaks two eggs over a large pile of prime chopped meat, sticks raw pieces of bacon into it and exits the room. MELVIN Don't you touch anything. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Verdell cringing as his new master approaches -- MUSIC CONTINUES ominously. Melvin sets the bowl down and exits... Verdell breathes excitedly though looking alternately in all directions... his recent past making him suspect this feast is a trick. He sniffs cautiously -- then dives in -- GOTHIC MUSIC CHANGING on a dime TO SCORE his RAPTURE... from O.S. we hear the sound of RUNNING WATER as steam escapes the bathroom -- then MUSIC OUT -- as Melvin returns... ignoring Verdell he sits at the piano and his one key repeatedly. It's odd. Verdell shifts his body so he is eating from the bowl with his tail to Melvin. Then Melvin begins to play and sing Monty Python's "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life," with its cheerful whistle refrain. Verdell looks over with surprise and pleasure. But just as mood lifts and warmth threatens, Melvin stops abruptly, turns out the lights and exits. INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - DAY Frank on the phone. FRANK (into phone) Put the solid red dots on three of them and the hold blue dots on two others... Well, we're not going to sell anything if they know we're two weeks into a show and have no sales. No, you can't reduce a price at this stage... We're in free fall here. Any calls? JACKIE We can see him. FRANK I'll meet you in there. INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY As Jackie enters. JACKIE How you doing, great one? SIMON I haven't looked at myself yet. I figured I could tell from your reaction. He turns toward her. Much of his body -- taped -- his painting hand wrapped. Simon's face is something of a horror. Swollen, one savage discolored cut. We are into yuccchhh... The sight is a jolt. Jackie breaks into tears... sobs, actually. SIMON That bad, huh? They share a helpless half-laugh -- then Frank appears in the doorway. FRANK Hey, hey... (as he sees him) Haaa... bad but temporary. The nurses say it's much better than you looked three weeks ago... the hand will come back... they're sure... SIMON Jackie, will you hand me the mirror? JACKIE (a small voice) No. She starts to hand him a large mirror from her purse -- then thinks better of it. JACKIE Wait, I have a smaller one. But he holds out his hand and she gives him the mirror -- he starts to look -- then thinks better of it. SIMON So, what's new anyway? How's Verdell? FRANK (sheepish) Your neighbor -- Udall -- is taking care of him. SIMON (suddenly alive and upset) How could you do that? He'll hurt him. FRANK No, I promise... not a chance. I own this guy. There was no one else. I'm on the move too much. Trust me. SIMON You are very certain my dog is okay... because you have no idea... FRANK Yes. Your dog is fine, Simon. Simon holds the mirror poised for a moment of discovery, then he takes a breath -- like someone about to dive underwater. First a small, mumbled pep talk to himself. SIMON Okay, waiting gives the devil time. Now! He quickly brings his hand up and looks at the mirror... he is startled -- the bottom drops out -- leaving him awed by his misfortune. SIMON Oh my... Where'd I go? Ummmm? EXT. CAROL'S RESTAURANT - DAY AN ESTABLISHING SHOT FEATURING Verdell tied up in front. INT. CAROL'S RESTAURANT - DAY Melvin finishing a plate of eggs, bacon and sausage with his plastic knife and fork. Carol looks totally beat as she sets down a cup of coffee. Melvin is craning periodically to keep an eye of his dog. CAROL So what are you doing with a dog? MELVIN Suckered in. Set up. Pushed around. CAROL You're not worried that someone might take him? MELVIN Well, not until now -- for Christ's sake. CAROL Sorry. MELVIN It's okay -- I'll sit here. He changes tables for the first time ever so that he can keep an eye on Verdell. Carol is amazed. CAROL You know he's a little dog. Next time, if Bryan's not here, you can bring him in. MELVIN How old are you? CAROL Oh, please... MELVIN If I had to guess by your eyes, I'd say you were fifty. Carol looks at him. CAROL And if I had to guess by your eyes. I'd say you were kind. So, so much for eyes. But as long as you bring up age... how old are you? MELVIN (quickly) Otherwise, you're not ugly. CAROL (laughs out loud) Okay, pal... I accept the compliment, but go easy -- my knees start a-knocking when you turn on the charm full blast. MELVIN What's with the dark? He indicates the bags under her eyes by tapping his own. CAROL Dawn patrol -- major dawn patrol. My son had a full blown attack. And this time, for extra fun, they gave us the wrong antibiotics, so I get him home... She reaches for the plate of uneaten bacon -- he goes nuts. MELVIN No... no... leave it... the bacon's for the dog. She is jolted by the insensitivity of his interruption, but he doesn't notice, turning, almost chatty. MELVIN Last week I was playing the piano for him and he likes it, and so I decide I'm going to make a little joke... CAROL You all set here? Melvin nods -- a bit frustrated about not being able to finish his dog story. He pockets the remaining bacon. EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DAY As Melvin walks Verdell back home, we notice, perhaps a beat before Melvin, a remarkably event. Verdell is avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk. MELVIN It's a beautiful day for our walk. Melvin slows -- observes the dog mirroring his behavior. ON VERDELL again carefully placing his paws to avoid a crack in the sidewalk. Melvin laughs out loud -- puts on plastic gloves hurriedly so he can lift the dog to eye level. MELVIN Don't be like me, don't you be like me. You stay just the way you are because you are a perfect man. I'm gonna take you home and get you something to eat... what you love. ANOTHER ANGLE FEMALE PASSERSBY (charmed) Ohhh. I'd like to be treated like that. MELVIN (all smiles to Verdell) Let's go home and do some writing. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Melvin whaling away at his computer, reading to himself with great satisfaction as he goes. Verdell sits at his chair, fascinated by the speed of his master's fingers on the keyboard. He reads his writing aloud to the dog. MELVIN "He turned off the gas jets and carried her outside. He kissed her brow and when her eyes opened and found him, he said, 'there are easier ways to break a date.' She laughed. The only sensible ambition he had ever known was now realized. He had made the girl happy. And what a girl. 'You've saved my life,' she said, 'you'd better make it up to me.'" Exhilarated by his own words, he shuts down the machine... MELVIN (singing to Verdell) Done! (playing with him some) Yes, I hate the doggy... yes, I hate the doggy. He exits. MELVIN (V.O.) Sixty-two books... done! As the dog goes shooting off to the kitchen we leave our couple's play time for... INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM/LIVING ROOM/HALLWAY - DAY As the rookie invalid awakens in precisely the same foul mood he'd had on falling asleep. In the living room, the maid, NORA, is talking with Jackie -- we catch only a few words as they review Simon's mounting pile of bills and talk of how long Nora can stay on. INT. NEW YORK APARTMENT BUILDING - HALLWAY - DAY Frank knocking on Melvin's door. He opens it. FRANK How's Verdell doing? MELVIN He's a pain in the ass. As he looks over at the dog, Verdell trots over and, without realizing it, Melvin smiles at him to Frank's surprise. FRANK Simon's home. I was sort of hoping you could keep the dog until he's had a chance to think and adjust... MELVIN (leaping at the chance) It's been five weeks... another few won't kill me. FRANK No. He wants him back. He'll be by tomorrow. MELVIN (too loudly, weirdly) Okay by me. Frank exits. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY Melvin sits -- Verdell looks up at him. Melvin walks to the door. He turns the lock... then checks that they are locked... checks again to make sure he turned them in the correct direction... turns from the door... then back to check once more. And again... and again... anguished, until now he breaks briefly, the dog looking on. INT. NEW YORK BUILDING - MELVIN'S APARTMENT - HALLWAY - DAY Melvin opens the door -- looks at the scarred Simon in a wheelchair and shudders... MELVIN That's some face they left hanging on you. You look like... SIMON (interrupting) Could you take it just a little easy, Mr. Udall? A beat of silence as Melvin thinks whether to comply. SIMON Thank you. Verdell... sweetheart? (to Melvin) By the way, thanks for saving me. MELVIN I called. I never touched you. I didn't leave my name or nothing. SIMON (not listening) Verdell? ON VERDELL Totally weirded out... hiding behind Melvin... now Melvin shifts and Simon and Verdell see each other... Simon smiles at the dog... he is emotionally caught up in the reunion. SIMON Hi, sweetheart. Verdell isn't eager. ON SIMON The first gnawing pains of rejection. INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT - DAY Simon pats his leg -- trying unsuccessfully to get Verdell to approach him. Instead the dog goes to the door and scratches at it. Jackie starts to pick the dog up. SIMON No. Please, don't force him. JACKIE (to dog) You little stinker. He's given you everything. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY MELVIN'S POV Verdell's towel on the floor -- near his bowl. BACK TO SCENE Melvin's lips compress... he sits on the piano bench and hits a few keys... looks at Verdell's empty spot again... there are those who "get the joke" -- Melvin is clearly one -- he laughs suddenly and helplessly even as he feels the panic rise in him... ... all his painstaking success in keeping the lid on and now it threatens to blow for a reason he articulates. MELVIN Over the dog... an ugly dog. It's hilarious. But now the humor detours. An actual sob is choked back... he gets up -- following a definite pattern across the room. He is conducting a small but highest-stakes fight for survival. Momentarily a scared, beaten middle-aged man -- he races out the door. EXT. NYC STREETS - DAY Melvin charging as fast as crack checks allow and then turning into a building with a copper sign reading "Grammercy Park Psychiatric Group." MELVIN Worst sidewalk in New York and look where they put in. INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY Melvin bursts in on the psychiatrist and emits one word. MELVIN Help! DOCTOR If you want to see me you will not do this. You will make an appointment... MELVIN Explain to me how you can diagnose someone as "obsessive compulsive disorder" and then act like I have any choice in barging in. DOCTOR There's not going to be a debate. You must leave. The Doctor moves into the hallway, forcing Melvin to follow. MELVIN You said you could help me -- what was that -- a tease? DOCTOR I can help you if you take the responsibility to keep regular app -- MELVIN (suddenly) You changed the room around... DOCTOR Two years ago... Melvin shakes his head -- as if things weren't bad enough he must go through a careful exercise noting every new element before he's at all comfortable... as he studies each object. The Doctor is professionally intrigued despite himself. DOCTOR I also regrew my beard... but you're not interested in changes in me... so it's like I always told you... when it comes to people you... MELVIN Shhhhhhh. I don't have this mountain of available time... I got to get to my restaurant on time. Do you know how hard it is for me to be here? DOCTOR Yes. (as Melvin starts for the office) No. INT. PSYCHIATRISTS' WAITING ROOM - DAY More PATIENTS in the almost-crowded waiting room. Melvin passes through -- visibly drawn and upset. He stops. Eyes on them. Then: MELVIN (to other patients) What if this is as good as it gets? They look stricken. He exits. INT. CAROL'S RESTAURANT - DAY As he walks to his booth and sits down. Enormous relief. CHERYL, a heavy-set waitress, reluctantly moves to his table -- unseen by Melvin as he takes out his utensils and arranges them. In a corner booth, four big TRANSIT AUTHORITY POLICE are having a meal together. Cheryl looks at his utensils. CHERYL What the heck are those for? MELVIN No. No. Get Carol. CHERYL I'm filling in. We don't know if she's coming back. She might have to get a job closer to home. MELVIN What are you trying to do to me? CHERYL What the heck do you mean? MELVIN Hey, elephant girl, call her or something... just let her do my one meal here. I'll pay whatever. I'll wait. (as she doesn't budge; he screams) Do it!!! The MANAGER comes over, gesturing to the table of police that he can handle it. All attention is on Melvin. MANAGER Out. Be silent or leave. MELVIN I'll be quiet. Just let me wait. No problem. Get her here -- have her get me two sausages, four bacon, two eggs over easy and coffee. I'm not a prick here -- I'm a great customer. This day is a disaster. I can't handle this, too. MANAGER Get out immediately or there's going to be trouble. Melvin looks at the police, sizes up the hopeless situation and rises. MELVIN There's going to be trouble??? He walks toward the door as Cheryl and all the other employees applaud his defeat. As he passes a BUSBOY near the door he hands him 20 dollars. MELVIN Carol's last name? BUSBOY Connelly. EXT. BROOKLYN STREET - DAY An uncomfortable Melvin sitting in the back of a taxi. MELVIN'S POV A neighborhood in Brooklyn -- a community. Melvin, ever the shark observer, looks from the cab to see slices of community life -- MEN in front of a bar, PARENTS giving their CHILD a ride on a mechanical horse outside a local store -- two YOUNG WOMEN discuss dating. EXT. CAROL'S BUILDING - DAY As he exits -- RINGS the BELL and is BUZZED in. INT. CAROL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DOOR/HALLWAY - DAY Carol opens the door just as he arrives on her landing. She holds a container of ice, washclothes and a thermometer. MELVIN I'm hungry. (on Carol's astonished look) You've upset my whole day. I haven't eaten. CAROL What are you doing here? Melvin ignores the question, instead answering a charge he had imagined she might make... MELVIN This is not a sexist thing. If you were a waiter I would still be here saying... CAROL Are you totally gone? This is my private home... MELVIN I am trying to keep emotions out of this. Even though this is an important issue to me and I have strong feelings about the subject. CAROL What subject? That I wasn't there to take crap from you and bring you eggs? Do you have any control over how creepy you allow yourself to get? MELVIN Yes, I do, as a matter of fact... and to prove it I have not gotten personal and you have. Why aren't you at work? You're not sick -- you don't look sick... just very tired and bitter. CAROL My son is sick, okay? Even saying the sentence, "My son is sick" pushes some emotions toward the surface which are wasted on the crazy man at her threshold. MELVIN What about your mother? CAROL How do you know about my mother? MELVIN I hear you talk when I'm waiting!!! She crosses to the sink to dump the ice. Melvin takes a step inside. Spencer, seven and looking ill, walks into the room. CAROL Sorry, honey... I'll be right there. MELVIN (uncomfortably) How ya doing? Spencer just stares at him. MELVIN (miffed) You should answer when someone talks to you... Carol eyes Melvin with disgust and disbelief then emphatically gestures him to "clear out." Melvin backs out the door. CAROL Sorry. There is a limit, Melvin, and I can't handle you teaching my son manners. She closes the door in his face, then walks to her son and leads him back to his room. INT. SPENCER'S ROOM CAMERA MOVES TOWARD mother and son sitting on the edge of Spencer's bed. She holds a digital thermometer to his ear. They both count down the seconds. CAROL AND SPENCER 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Bingo. SPENCER 104.9 CAROL We are going to treat ourselves to a cab ride. EXT. BROOKLYN SIDEWALK - ANGLE ON CAROL - DAY As Carol carries her young son through a class of uniformed KIDS from a Catholic elementary school. She spots Melvin about to enter a cab. CAROL Melvin, wait! The school kids pick up the chant in unison. SCHOOL KIDS Melvin, wait! Melvin, wait! Melvin, wait! He turns to face them. MELVIN Shut up, kids! They immediately obey as Carol approaches him. CAROL Melvin... give us a lift. We've got to go see our friends at the hospital. Melvin is thrown... he pauses a beat... then holds the rear door open as Carol hustles the kid inside. The maneuver puts the beet red, sweating Spencer at his face. MELVIN I'll ride up front. Cover your mouth when you cough, kid. INT. BROOKLYN CAB - DAY As they settle in and drive off. CAROL Brooklyn Presbyterian Hospital, please and quickly please. EXT. HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ROOM - DAY As Carol enters the hospital. CAROL (calling back) I owe you three dollars. Melvin follows behind her as she carries her son... MELVIN Yeah, yeah... any chance you'll get back to work today? CAROL (furiously) No!!! Stay away from me! INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT - DAY Verdell lies just inside the front door whimpering for Melvin. Jackie sits across from Simon's wheel chair... she has some index cards in her laps which she occasionally consults and shuffles. JACKIE I feel terrible that I have to... Simon? Forget about the dog for a second. Simon forces his attention to Jackie. SIMON Sorry. What are those cards? JACKIE (a bit embarrassed) Frank's idea. He thought I should have notes so I did this right... maintained focus, didn't get emotional and tried not to terrify you. SIMON (scared shitless) Terrify me? JACKIE See, he's right. I need the cards. (reading from cards) Simon, you're broke. ANGLE ON VERDELL as their conversation continues -- the dog is distressed. JACKIE (O.S.) The medical bill are 61 thousand now. I've spoken to your parents and they didn't hang up or anything -- they just said they would feel strange calling you. SIMON (O.S.) Well, I can't reach them. Verdell walks out on the terrace and looks off. He turns for: SIMON (to Verdell) Here, baby... what is it, Verdell?... You miss the tough guy... (trying to be Melvin-like) Well, here I am, you little pissant mop, happy to see me? How about another ride down the chute? Oh, God... I don't mean it, sweetheart... (on Jackie's look) I'm sorry. I know... Verdell hides behind a chair. JACKIE Frank loves you. You know that... but I've spoken to him and he feels that -- (reading from card) -- as a businessman, with limited resources... SIMON I'll be able to keep my apartment and studio, won't I?... Just tell me. As Jackie looks at him then thumbs for a card. SIMON (overwhelmed) Wow... Verdell has come near him -- he reaches out a hand to pet the dog and the dog ducks. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - DAY He is trying to write. He can't. His world has been upset. He walks away from his work -- a highly unusual act. He is distressed -- and then an idea and he exits. INT. PUBLISHER'S OFFICE - DAY We are looking at ZOE, the receptionist. She is listening with interest to an O.S. conversation while answering phone calls, "Premier Publishing." FEMALE EXECUTIVE (O.S.) Yes, you write more than anyone else. Yes, you make us a lot of money, but isn't there someone more appropriate to... MELVIN (O.S.) I need this. Just say, "Melvin, I'll try," okay? FEMALE EXECUTIVE (O.S.) (resigned) Melvin, I'll try. They appear now -- the woman tall, attractive, etc. She pauses at the elevator. FEMALE EXECUTIVE Now, on a pleasant note, our son got accepted at Brown. My husband... MELVIN (curtly) Great, wonderful. I don't need you to wait with me. She nods, pissed, waves and leaves. As Melvin waits, Zoe summons her moxie. ZOE I can't resist. You usually move through here so quickly and I have so many questions I want to ask you. You have no idea what your work means to me. MELVIN What's it mean? ZOE That somebody out there knows what it's like to be... (taps her head and heart) in here. MELVIN Oh God, this is like a nightmare. ZOE Aw come on, just a couple of questions -- how hard is that? As he hits the button, wipes his fingers, hits the button etc. ZOE How do you write women so well? MELVIN (as he turns toward her) I think of a man and take away reason and accountability. The fan is jolted as the elevator doors open and close. EXT. STREET NEAR CAROL'S BUILDING - DAY A depleted, exhausted Carol approaches her home. She is suddenly wary -- SOUND DIALED DOWN -- as we MOVE CLOSER. CAROL'S POV A car at the curb with "MD" license plate. BACK TO SCENE As Carol breaks into a run. INT. CAROL'S APARTMENT BUILDING, STAIRWAY/HALLWAY - DAY As she bounds the stairs, comes to her apartment door and jiggles with the keys, a strange prescient whimpering sound coming from her. As she enters the apartment. CAROL Hello? Hello? VOICE (O.S.) Mrs. Connelly, I'm in here. The worst confirmed, she moves down the narrow hallway, her innards squirting the same chemicals that drives elk on opening day of the hunting season. INT. SPENCER'S ROOM - DAY CAROL What? Please? Now? Tell me?! DR. BETTES Mrs. Connelly. I'm Martin Bettes ... Dr. Bettes. CAROL Not your name... what are you telling me your name for!! Where is he? DR. BETTES He's in the bathroom... He's fine. CAROL (overlapping) Tell me how bad it is. I let him go out last night when it was so cool without an overshirt -- just and underone with just the straps and I know better... and I let him talk me into it. He was whining and... you don't need this. Give me a second to catch hold. And so she does. Wow does she... and gives us some notion of the size of her fear demon and the strength it takes to subdue it as Dr. Bettes keeps reassuring her and she keeps nodding... finally a deep breath as Spencer enters from the bathroom. All at hyper speed now. Salvation as farce. SPENCER (to his mother) Hi... (they kiss) Did you know there are doctors who come to your house? CAROL No, I didn't. (to Bettes) So why are you h... Beverly, Carol's mother, enters the room. She is ebullient which, if life allowed, would be her natural state. BEVERLY I didn't know you had a secret admire. CAROL Huh? BEVERLY You met the gift. SPENCER He's good... And I'm an expert on doctors. CAROL (to Spencer) Stay out of this... Doctor? DR. BETTES My wife is Melvin Udall's publisher. (as Carol reacts) She says I have to take great care of this guy because you're urgently needed back at work. What work do you do? CAROL I'm a waitress. ON Dr. Bettes' reaction her mother adds a saving grace. BEVERLY In Manhattan. VOICE (O.S.) Dr. Bettes? DR. BETTES In here. A NURSE enters. NURSE Sorry it took so long. I don't know Brooklyn. DR. BETTES It's okay, Terry. (hands her blood vail) Tell the lab I'd like the report back today. Carol and her mother exchange a look of incredulity. CAROL You're going to get the results today?! MOVING SHOT As we approach the doctor and Carol seated across from each other at a small table... soft voices... relaxation. Bettes is examining medicine bottles. DR. BETTES How long has he been having problems? CAROL Since forever. DR. BETTES Have they done blood tests on him? CAROL Yes. DR. BETTES Only in the emergency room or when he was well. CAROL Emergency room only. DR. BETTES Have they done skin testing for allergies? CAROL No. DR. BETTES They haven't done the standard scratch test. Where they make small injections into the skin? CAROL No. I asked. They said it's not covered under my plan. And it's not necessary anyway. DR. BETTES It's amazing these things weren't done. CAROL Fucking H.M.O. bastard piece of shit... I'm sorry... forgive me. DR. BETTES No. Actually, I think that's their technical name. CAROL Once the tests come back, is there someone I can reach in your office for the results? DR. BETTES Me. My home number is on this card. CAROL His home number. Carol look at her mother -- they share a laugh. Beverly has a hard time stopping. CAROL (to doctor) Do you want some juice or coffee or two female slaves? DR. BETTES Water... Nobody told you it might be a good idea to remove the carpeting and drapes in Spencer's room? CAROL No. She starts towards Spencer's room. DR. BETTES You don't have to do it this second... it's not dangerous or anything. It's just something that's advisable. Look, there's a lot to be checked but... Hey, your son is going to feel a good deal better at the very least... She pats his head... Then embraces him with fierce intimacy. CAROL Doc!!! (then) So listen, you gotta let me know about the additional costs -- one way or the other we'll... DR. BETTES They're considerable. But Mr. Udall wants to be billed. She takes this as a blow to the heart, stomach and groin. INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT - DAY Simon practices walking using his cane. A tearstained Nora hugs him good-bye. NORA You poor, poor man. SIMON Let's use just one poor, okay? Anyway, dear, thanks for everything. Forgive my recent crankiness and as soon as things are on track again I'll call. She kisses him and starts for the door and suddenly a sharp intake of breath -- she's forgotten something. SIMON What's wrong? NORA Who's going to walk Verdell? Simon hadn't thought of this either. SIMON No, no. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING (NEW YORK) - HALLWAY - DAY Nora holding her things, knocks on Melvin's door. Melvin opens the door. Nora is still sniffling. He misinterprets. MELVIN Is he dead yet? NORA No! Would there be any way for you to be willing to walk his dog for him? MELVIN Absolutely. NORA Not just today -- Uh, could you do it -- until, until he gets back on his feet? MELVIN Sure thing. NORA You're a wonderful man. Two o'clock is a good time. Here's the key in case he's asleep. Open the curtains for him, so he sees God's beautiful work and knows that even things like this happen for the best. MELVIN Where'd they teach you to talk like this -- some Panama City "Sailor want to hump-hump bar"? Or was today getaway day and your last shot at his whiskey. Sell crazy some place else -- we're all stocked up here. He closes the door in her face. She stands there... thrown by the abruptness -- then lifts the two paper shopping bags holding her things -- walks back toward the elevator -- pausing briefly outside Simon's door -- then continues on her way. INT. CAROL'S APARTMENT The doctor gone, mother and daughter arguing. CAROL There is a seriously goofy man behind this. You are not allowed to block out that fact. BEVERLY Do you really want to go back to the runt doctors in Emergency who keep telling us they can't help? CAROL It lets a crazy man into our lives. BEVERLY Come on. Why fight when we know how it will come out. This isn't like stocking or a string of pearls. You don't send this one back. EXT. NEW YORK APARTMENT - ESTABLISHING - DAY INT. SIMON'S APARTMENT - DAY Shades drawn. Simon is a wheelchair... the PHONE RINGS. He goes to answer... the phone across the bed so that reaching for the phone is a brief but difficult struggle... he grunts with pain, hope and anxiety as he answers. SIMON Hello?... yes... sure... finally, huh? Why, "finally"? Because I called you so many times. Maybe 20. (relief) Oh, boy... I was hoping it was something like that. You didn't get one of them, huh? 'Cause I mean it wasn't only your office -- it was your home, hotel and the cigar club you like in San Francisco. No -- Sarcastic... Of course. I believe you. No, don't fire anyone... Please. Maybe I'm wrong about the 20 times. Take a breath... (more) So, you miss me a little? Hey, strike the question -- How's the case going? Really. Fantastic. I didn't hear. I haven't been watching. Great. Just great. I'm so happy. Whoopie! Me? Well, I'm mending. No, I look fine. Well, some of the damage might still be noticeable if you look closely... He runs a hand across his scarred and still bloated and beaten face... SIMON Carl, I need some help and you're the logical one to turn to. (aghast) No! Not 'cause I blame you for what happened. I hardly get how you can ever think that. No, I'm not being sarcastic. (trying to figure it out) I guess because you hired the guy who did this you think... No, I am a sarcastic person. Well, if you must know, the reason I said you were the logical person is because you always told me how you thought I was this great person who made you feel good about humanity and everything. You do remembering saying that? Well, whew. Okay, so Carl. I hate asking but this money thing is ridiculously serious... He picks up an index card from his night stand and takes the leap -- reading the text he prepared in advance. SIMON "Will you please loan me money? I will pay you back. I will give you whatever percentage of my income I don't absolutely need until I do. It will take a while. But I don't know what I'll do if you say"... that. (as he listens) I understand... yes... No, I do. (a bit of boldness) But you know, you know -- you didn't even ask how much, Carl? Well, Frank has no right to discuss how much I'm in hock... no, you're right -- not the point. So... what have you been up to??? Uh-huh... Oh, the group show... how was it? Well, I'm not surprised that there's that much talent around... great... Look -- gotta go... no, you shouldn't feel that way at all... take care, you, too... you, too... Good-bye. (as he hangs up) Pal o' mine. It's very quiet. LONG SHOT - SIMON A lonely figure -- who now holds his good hand up to his face and appears on the verge of enormous emotional release -- CAMERA MOVES TOWARD him as if to rendezvous with the moment of catharsis... ... but Simon is denied even this small luxury as the CAMERA ABRUPTLY ADJUSTS just as he begins sobbing to focus on the door opening and Melvin and Verdell entering the room. MELVIN Maybe I'll bring him some food by. SIMON Thank you for walking him. Simon wheels away from Melvin. SIMON If you'll excuse me I'm not feeling so well. MELVIN It smells like shit in here? SIMON Go away. MELVIN That cleaning woman doesn't... SIMON Please, just leave. MELVIN Where are all your queer party friends? SIMON (his first shout) Get out. Melvin pauses -- Simon weeping... Verdell looks at Simon with concern. Melvin is thrown. Moved? SIMON Nothing worse than having to feel this way in front of you? MELVIN Nellie, you're a disgrace to depression. SIMON Rot in hell, Melvin. MELVIN No need to stop being a lady... quit worrying -- you'll be back on your knees in no time. Simon swings his arm and cast at Melvin -- the sudden attack jolts Melvin but not as much as what follows. SIMON Is this fun for you? Well, you lucky devil... It just gets better and better. I am losing my apartment and Frank wants me to promise to paint hotter subjects and to beg my parents, who haven't called, for help... and I won't. And I don't want to paint anymore. Melvin has made for the door... Simon blocks him. SIMON So the life I was trying for is over. The life I had is gone and I am feeling so damn sorry for myself that it is difficult to breathe. Right times for you -- huh, Melvin. The gay neighbor is terrified... (a sudden screamed word surprises them both) Terrified... Lucky you, you're here for rock bottom... me wallowing in self-pity in front of you, you absolute horror of a human being... As Simon works to stop crying, Melvin is weird with discomfort. MELVIN Well, I'll do one thing for you that might cheer you up. SIMON Get out. MELVIN Don't piss on a gift, tough guy. You want to know why the dog prefers me... it's not affection. It's a trick. Simon looks up, his mood turning on a dime -- he's rapt... Melvin comes and stands by his wheelchair. MELVIN I carry bacon in my pocket. SIMON (pleased) Oh, my gosh. MELVIN (hands him bacon) Now we'll both call him. SIMON Come on, sweetheart... MELVIN Yo, yo, yo... Verdell goes like a bullet to Melvin... who is totally surprised and staggered by the implications. True love and such. SIMON Would you leave now, please? MELVIN Stupid dog. (to Simon) I don't get it. He exits... looking apologetically at Simon in stoic ruin. INT. CAROL'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Carol in bed on the pullout sofa... She is in turmoil... there is THUNDER, but no rain. She walks to the kitchen. She is trembling as she drinks a glass of water and exits. INT. BEVERLY BEDROOM - NIGHT The room is on an air shaft and this is where Carol shares a closet with her mother, who is now asleep. Carol quietly extracts a dress from the closet, leaving her nightgown on the floor. There is something sexy here, the woman in Carol churning. She plops on a summer dress -- no time for underwear. EXT. BROOKLYN STREET - NIGHT Carol seeing a bus and dashing after it. EXT. MANHATTAN BRIDGE - TWO AM Carol crossing to Manhattan. She looks as if she's on her way to some final exam where she has no notion of the subject. EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET - NEAR MELVIN'S BUILDING - NIGHT (RAIN) Hot summer night as she gets off the bus and now the rains come... We are in a familiar neighborhood. ANGLE ON MELVIN AND SIMON'S APARTMENT HOUSE As Carol consults the slip of paper with the address on it. INT. NEW YORK APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT (RAIN) As she enters building and realizes it's not just that she's wet -- the thin summer dress is a winner in any wet T-shirt contest... the fabric clinging to her breasts, like the old movie poster of The Deep. INT. NEW YORK APARTMENT BUILDING - HALLWAY - NIGHT As Carol passes Simon's door... stands in front of Melvin's apartment -- twists herself to ease nervousness and knocks on the door... then RINGS the BELL. Finally Carol hears MUFFLED THROAT CLEARING on the other side of the door. CAROL Uh, Udall? MELVIN (O.S.) Carol the waitress? CAROL Yes. As we hear him unlock the door, Carol looks at her breasts and gasps. She grasps the fabric and holds it straight out just as Melvin opens the door. His hair is static city, standing on end as he periodically gives it self-conscious pats. CAROL The doctors had your billing address. I'm sorry about the hour. MELVIN I was working... can't you just drop me a thank-you note? CAROL That's not why I'm here... (tearing suddenly) ... though you have no idea what it's like to have a real conversation with a doctor about Spencer... MELVIN (very uncomfortable) Note. Put it in the note. CAROL Why did yo do this for me? MELVIN To get you back at work so you can wait on me. CAROL But you do have some idea how strange that sounds??? I'm worried that you did this because... She pauses -- the beginning of an extraordinarily long silence. Finally. MELVIN You waiting for me to say something? (as she shakes her head) What sort of thing do you want? Look, I'll be at the restaurant tomorrow. CAROL I don't think I can wait until tomorrow. This needs clearing up. MELVIN What needs clearing up? CAROL (strong and true) I'm not going to sleep with you. I will never, ever sleep with you. Never. Not ever. Melvin's reaction? Well, he'll never get credit for the brief but intense inner struggle -- the struggle not to scream -- -- not to cry -- to process the sudden and stunning hurt during his half turn away from her -- and then answer hoarsely. MELVIN I'm sorry. We don't open for the no-sex oaths until 9 a.m. Carol is amused, surprised... maybe, in some small way ever taken by his style... but top priority is clarity. CAROL I'm not kidding. MELVIN Okay!!!! Anything else?!? CAROL Just how grateful I am. Her mission completed -- she turns. MELVIN So you'll be at work? CAROL Yes. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT It's a 3:22 a.m. as the two digital clocks on Melvin's night stand tell us... He gets up -- the first time we've seen his waking routine -- taps one foot on the floor twice -- then the other foot -- two more taps and his body angles from the bed in a deliberate way. He is having anxiety. He sits at the piano and plays very briefly... Stops -- wipes some sweat from his forehead... Walks to his computer room -- turns the light on and then quickly off... Walks to his refrigerator... INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT, KITCHEN, INSIDE REFRIGERATOR - NIGHT As he grabs a cardboard take-out box... INT. NEW YORK APT. BUILDING - HALLWAY/SIMON'S APT. He knocks of Simon's door... It opens quickly. SIMON'S APARTMENT MELVIN I took a chance you were up. Simon walks painfully back to a chair. MELVIN I brought you Chinese soup. SIMON Thanks. MELVIN I have never been so tired in my life. Okay, if I sit here? SIMON Got any easier questions? Melvin sits and moans -- the dog sitting near him. MELVIN I haven't been sleeping. I haven't been clear or felt like myself. I'm in trouble. Some son of a bitch is burning my bridges behind my back... But the tiredness -- boy... Not just sleepy. SIMON But sick -- nauseous -- where everything looks distorted and everything inside just aches -- when you can barely get up the will to complain. MELVIN (brightening) Yeah... He feels a touch of community and not knowing where to take it from here. MELVIN I'm glad we did this. He rises and makes an awkward exit. MELVIN Good talking to you. He exits -- Simon puzzled and concerned. INT. CAROL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Carol seated working on a letter... She is trying to express her gratitude... An enormous sheaf of completed pages sit next to her... She is so involved she doesn't even look up as a young man, SEAN, knocks on the door and is let in by Beverly. They exchange greetings and move inside where we faintly hear Spencer greeting him... We MOVE IN and read over Carol's shoulder -- "I'm sorry to have gotten sloppy and emotional in this letter, but it would have been on my conscionce (sic) forever if I didn't tell you how gratefull (sic)... " BEVERLY You're not still writing that thank-you note? CAROL I'm on the last page. How do you spell conscience? BEVERLY C-o-n-s-c-i-e-n-c-e. I got Sean from the bakery to baby-sit so let's go out. CAROL I still don't feel safe leaving Spencer with someone. How do you spell it again? BEVERLY Spencer is okay. You'd better start finding something else to do with your free time. If you can't feel good about this break and step out a little... (struts and pumps her arms) You ought to get Mr. Udall to send you over a psychiatrist. CAROL (more emotionally than she intended) I don't need one 'cause I know what's really going on here. I have to finish this letter or I'll go nuts. (looking at paper; weepy) This can't be right -- con- science. Carol breathes heavily -- gets control, stopping herself on the brink of crying. BEVERLY Carol. What? Carol is amazed at herself... that she might not be able to stem the flow... wide-eyed with apprehension, she looks at her mother, who, in return, only nods permission for Carol to let it go. A last defiant snort from Carol -- and then she is overwhelmed. The headline comes first. CAROL I don't know... It's very strange not feeling that stupid panic thing inside you all the time. Without that you just start thinking about yourself -- and what does that ever get anybody. Today, on the bus there was this adorable couple and I felt myself giving them a dirty look -- I had no idea everything was... BEVERLY Go ahead. CAROL (great, forceful hand gestures) ... moving in the wrong direction... Away from when I even remembered what it was like to have a man to... anything... hold fucking -- sorry -- hands with, for Christ's sake. I was feeling like really bad that Dr. Bettes is married. (this next one's tough) Which is probably why I make poor Spencer hug me more than he wants to... Like the poor kid doesn't have enough problems. He has to make up for his mom not getting any. (weeps at her insight) Oh, boy. Who needs these thoughts? BEVERLY Spencer's doing fine. So what are you saying, that you're frustr... CAROL Leave me be! Why are you doing this? Why are you picking at my sores... What is it that you want?... You want what? What's with you? I hope getting me thinking of everything that's wrong when all I want is to not do this has some purpose. (puffy; red; furious) What is it, Mom? No kidding. Slumped, fought out -- Carol gets out one last, naked husky voiced question. CAROL What is it you want? What? BEVERLY I want us to go out. A beat, then. CAROL (simply) Okay. INT. CAROL'S APT, SPENCER'S ROOM, HALLWAY - NIGHT As they enter, still wiping away the effects of their cry. CAROL (to Sean) We're going out. SEAN (looking at their red eyes) Looks like fun. She kisses Spencer -- almost getting involved in what he's doing -- then sees her mother waiting. CAROL Okay -- we're out of here. I love you. Spencer nods -- involved with Sean. CAMERA FOLLOWS Carol as she exits the apartment -- her mother leading. Halfway down the stairs, she stops and reverses herself, going back to the apartment which she re-enters -- then to her son to ask: CAROL Do you love me? SPENCER Uh-huh. Carol exits. EXT. STREET - NEAR CAROL'S BLDG. (MOVING) - DAY Beverly and Carol walking past the store windows. A simple and unprecedented experience in their recent lives. BEVERLY Nice to get out, isn't it? Carol nods tightly... then they wrap arms around each other and continue walking, turning into a corner bar. INT. CAROL'S RESTAURANT - CLOSE ON CAROL - DAY As Carol stands nervously while Lisa finishes reading her 14-page letter. In the b.g. Melvin and Frank are seated at the same table and in earnest conversation. Lisa keeps flicking away tears -- a few drops on the pages. CAROL Don't get it wet. Lisa brushes the paper -- finishes and embraces Carol. CAROL So it's okay? LISA You almost have me liking him. You sure come from the heart. I never knew what you went through with everything. CAROL I wanted him to know how much he'd done. (looking over) Can you believe he's eating with someone. ON MELVIN & FRANK MELVIN It's not my dog and this Simon seems to have enough on his mind -- but he did throw up twice and his spark is off. FRANK Sure -- take him to the vet. MELVIN I did. And his stomach is out of whack. So they need him for a couple of days. FRANK Do it. CAROL Melvin. She self-consciously hands him with the thick envelope. MELVIN What's this? CAROL (sotto) A thank-you note for what you did for me. He hands it back to her deliberately. She takes it and walks back to the service area where, embarrassed, confused, and messed with -- she tosses the note. After Carol leaves... FRANK She's nice. MELVIN (to Frank) Really nice. Shouldn't that be a good thing... telling someone, 'no thanks required.' FRANK It looks like it really went over. You're sure making the rounds. Simon says you brought him soup last night. I hope he doesn't write you a note. Melvin looks up -- wary -- his brain sends a disturbing message. FRANK What? MELVIN "What?" Look at you... You sense a mark. FRANK Hey -- you called me... I... MELVIN About a dog. FRANK Yeah, but it's all about Simon now... you helped with the dog... And now there are other things. I'm just as concerned as you are about Simon. MELVIN Concerned. I'm just the hall monitor here. FRANK It's not only financial assistance. What he's got to do is go to Baltimore tomorrow and ask his parents for money. It's not going to happen on the phone. MELVIN Yeah. If his parents are alive they've got to help -- those are the rules. Good. FRANK Yes. And tomorrow? I have a high maintenance selling painter coming through... So I'm out. Can you take him? MELVIN Think white and get serious. Carol enters scene. FRANK Take my car -- a convertible. Do you drive? MELVIN (loudly) Like the wind but I'm not doing it. CAROL Getting loud, getting loud. MELVIN He wants me to take his car and his client to Baltimore. CAROL I want your life for a minute where my big problem is someone offers me a free convertible so I can get out of this city. She exits. Frank prepares to depart. MELVIN Okay. I'll take him. Get him packed -- ready -- tomorrow morning. Frank stumbles back... self-satisfied, he relaxes. MELVIN (excited) Okay... so I'll see you tomorrow. Let's not drag this out. We don't enjoy another that much. FRANK If there's some mental health foundation that raises money to help people like you be sure to let me know. MELVIN Last word freak. Frank adjusts and exits... Carol approaches calling a "good-bye" to him. CAROL So. Anything else? MELVIN Yes. I'm going to give my queer neighbor a lift to Baltimore. CAROL Okay. MELVIN Hey, what I did for you is working out? CAROL (a breath; then) What you did changed my life. She offers him the note. MELVIN No... no thank you notes. CAROL Well, part of what I said in this entire history of my life which you won't read is that somehow you've done more for my mother, my son and me, than anyone else ever has... And that makes you the most important, surprising, generous person I've ever met and that you be in our daily prayers forever. MELVIN Lovely. CAROL I also wrote one part... I wrote I'm sorry... I was talking about I was sorry when I got mad at you when you came over and you told my son that he ought to answer back so I wrote that. (reading from the letter, Melvin wildly uncomfortable) I was sorry for busting you on that... and I'm sorry for busting in on you that night... when I said I was never... I was sorry and I'm sorry every time your food was cold and that you had to wait two seconds for a coffee filler... Melvin wants to disappear but Carol is getting into it -- emotionally moved by her own words. CAROL ... and I'm sorry for never spotting, right there at the table in the restaurant, the human being that had it in him to do this thing for us... You know what, I'm just going to start from the beginning... I have not been able to express my gratefulness to you... even as I look at the word "grateful" now it doesn't begin to tell you what I feel for you... And finally Carol notes Melvin's mood and pauses. MELVIN Nice of you... thank you. CAROL Thank you. MELVIN Now I want you to do something for me. She looks at him for a very strange, long beat. CAROL Oh, I'm sorry... Didn't I say, "what?" I thought I said, "what?"... What? MELVIN I want you to go on this trip. CAROL No, sir... MELVIN I can't do this alone. I'm afraid he'll pull the stiff one eye on me. I need you to chaperon. Separate everything but cars. You said you liked convertibles. Now I'm on the hook. CAROL The stiff one eye? MELVIN Two days. CAROL I can't. I work. MELVIN You take off when you have to. CAROL My son. MELVIN Bettes tells me he's doing fine. CAROL (no other way) Melvin, I'd rather not. MELVIN What's that got to do with it? CAROL Funny, I thought it was a strong point. MELVIN Write me a note and ain't she sweet. I need a hand and where'd she go. CAROL Are you saying accepting your help obligates me!? MELVIN Is there another way to see it? CAROL No. INT. CAROL'S APARTMENT - BEVERLY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Carol takes an old weekend case down from the top shelf of the closet. CAROL Well, here's a little suitcase shocked that it's been used. She holds up a dress -- a pretty one... then decides it's too pretty and puts it back... Now she looks in another drawer and pauses as if she ponders one of the mysteries of the ages. She hesitates then talks to herself. INSERT -- UNDERWEAR DRAWER Her best underwear neatly stacked alongside her everyday "girl Jockies." She fingers the good stuff -- puts it back -- then the everyday -- hesitates. CAROL (furiously exasperated) There's not way to pack for this trip... well, I'll tell you -- I'm not packing the camera. As she exits the room -- INT. CAROL'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT As she picks up the phone. INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT Melvin is in his bedroom -- everything he's taking neatly stacked on the bed waiting to be packed (he is taking a camera). He has a list of what he needs. All items -- underwear, socks, etc... with four checks next to each one and still he -- checks each stack on the bed and adds another check. The PHONE RINGS. This is an amazing development. He has almost no recent experience with receiving a nighttime phone call. He makes a little comment to himself as he moves. MELVIN Woo-woo. He stops -- briefly trying to remember where the phone is -- and then, remembering, crosses and picks it up but before bringing it to his mouth nervously clears his throat. ON CAROL As she hears his throat being cleared. It is not a pretty sound. (The following conversation is INTERCUT.) CAROL Hello? MELVIN Are you still coming? CAROL Yes. Melvin visibly relaxes. CAROL Melvin... I'd like to know exactly where we are going. MELVIN Just south to Baltimore, Maryland. So I know what you're going to ask next. (correcting himself) That you might ask -- I'm not certain. CAROL There's... there's no need to bring anything dressy... or... I mean -- I didn't know if we'd be eating at any restaurant that have dress codes. MELVIN Oh. (a beat) We might. Yes. We can. Let's. CAROL Okay, gotcha. What did you think I was going to ask? MELVIN Whether crabs are in season there now... CAROL Oh. Okay, then -- Melvin. Good night. INT. CAROL'S APARTMENT - BEVERLY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Beverly looks up expectantly as her daughter enters. BEVERLY How was it talking to him? CAROL Stop treating this like I'm going away with a man. He's just going to say those crappy, sick, complaining, angry things to me. I hate this, Mom -- I hate this. He's a freak show -- the worst person I ever met. BEVERLY Well, maybe he has nice friends. EXT. CAROL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY Beverly and Spencer wait with her. The bus approaches. She kisses them. CAROL (to Spencer) You stand there and I'll wave to you from the back window. As she boards the bus. BEVERLY Call me as soon as you're settled. CAROL (to Spencer) I love you. The bus driver closes the doors on her -- she shoves them open. CAROL (to bus driver) Sensitive, huh?! The bus pulls out. He runs after the bus -- waving at his mother who grows concerned that he might be taxing himself. INT. VETERINARIAN'S WAITING ROOM - DAY A female VETERINARIAN in surgical scrubs holds Verdell as Melvin finishes filling out some forms. On opposite sides of the waiting room, a very large black dog and a tiny Chihuahua sit patiently with their owners. VETERINARIAN Anything unusual in the dog's diet? MELVIN No. Everybody gets their own cage? VETERINARIAN Certainly. MELVIN (pointing to Chihuahua) Put him in with that one, not that one... (pointing to large dog) ... Builds his confidence. EXT. BUS STOP NEAR APARTMENT BUILDING (NEW YORK) - DAY Carol disembarks. EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING (NEW YORK) - DAY As she walks and turns a corner. CLOSE ON CAROL The shot of the prisoner taking the walk toward the death chamber. But the prisoner -- has grit -- her knees do not buckle. She does not whimper. No prison "screws" will have to support her weight. Still, the prospect couldn't be grimmer. CAROL'S POV Melvin next to a spiffy convertible. Top down. Trunk open. CLOSER ON MELVIN He is wearing driving gloves and turns to witness the tussle Frank and Simon are having just inside the building. FRANK I'm sorry that I'm not taking you. SIMON (upset) So am I, Frank. Frank starts to leave -- Simon stops him. They embrace. MELVIN Soak it up -- it's your last chance at a hug for a few days. As Frank moves off Melvin sees Carol and his demeanor changes... that quickly there is a shyness. CAROL Hi. MELVIN Thanks for being on time... Carol, the waitress, this is Simon, the fag. CAROL Hello... Oh, my God, who did that to you? SIMON I, uh... I was... attacked. Walked in on people robbing me. I was hospitalized. I almost died. MELVIN Let's do the small talk in the car. Load up. Carol puts her bag in the car. MELVIN I was going to do that for you. CAROL (taken aback) It's okay. No problem. Where should we sit? MELVIN (totally non-plussed) I -- uh, I... Well, there is no place cards or anything. CAROL (to Simon) Let me go in back. You look like you need all the room you can manage. SIMON That's very thoughtful. MELVIN Never a break. Never. Carol steps into the back. Melvin disappointed that he's not sitting next to Carol... Carol is wedged in the small back seat. She struggles to get her feet in. MELVIN You're really jammed back there. He reaches for the latch between his legs and slides his seat and, with some effort, wrenches it forward giving Carol more room and putting his right against the wheel. She is startled by the gesture. CAROL Thanks, Melvin. MELVIN Welcome. And off they go. Simon and Carol stunned by the manners. EXT. 12TH STREET Turning onto Fifth. MELVIN I got the whole ride programmed. CAMERA FOLLOWS as Melvin goes to a rack of CDs -- all carefully labelled. He selects and begins to play the one marked "ICEBREAKER." It is a song which we clearly and quickly judge as off the circumstances -- a quick burst of "Y.M.C.A." Melvin STOPS the MUSIC and chuckles. MELVIN Just wanted to see what you'd do. No, we have greatness here. He goes for another CD labelled "FOR USE TO REP THINGS UP." The car turns onto Seventh as we hear BEAUTIFULLY SELECTED MUSIC. CAROL (O.S.) Hey, I like this music. And, as the MUSIC PLAYS, Simon looks out. EXT. ROAD - DAY The three of them... Carol chattering away. CAROL I don't know the last time I've been out of the city... Hey, my arms are tanning. I used to tan great. We gotta stop soon so'se I can check on Spencer. SIMON (during the above) I'm sorry... I can't hear you. I can't turn my head all the way yet... tell her we can't hear her. MELVIN Doesn't matter. She's enjoying herself. Consider it part of the music. EXT. ROAD - DAY A short time later. Carol is now driving. CAROL I'm sure, Simon, they did something real off for you to feel this way... But when it comes to your partners -- or your kid -- things will always be off for you unless you set it straight. Maybe this thing happened to you just to give you that chance. MELVIN Nonsense! CAROL Anybody here who's interested in what Melvin has to say raise their hands. Simon does not raise his hand. Simon and Carol have thus declared their majority. SIMON Do you want to know what happened with my parents? CAROL Yes. I really would. SIMON Well... CAROL No, let me pull over so I can pay full attention. Car pulling over toward parking spot. EXT. HIGHWAY - CURBSIDE - CONVERTIBLE - DAY She takes the car curbside and parks. CAROL Now go ahead. Simon looks back at Melvin as does Carol. He looks innocent. Several beats -- Melvin almost says something -- a hidden hand gesture from Carol stops him. Finally. SIMON Well, I always painted. Always. And my mother always encouraged it. She was sort of fabulous about it actually... and she used to... I was too young to think there was anything at all wrong with it... and she was very natural. She used to pose nude for me... and I thought or assumed my father was aware of it. MELVIN This stuff is pointless. CAROL Hey -- you let him... MELVIN You like sad stories -- you want mine. CARL