Crazy, Stupid, Love
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2010
Le téléchargement nécessite un accès à la bibliothèque YouScribe Tout savoir sur nos offres
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Publié par
Publié le
01 février 2010
Nombre de lectures
6
Licence :
Langue
English
Written by
Dan Fogelman
February 19, 2010
FADE IN:
1 INT. FRENCH RESTAURANT (PASADENA, CA) - EVENING 1
Soft music. A classy joint. Below the tables, WE PAN well-heeled feet nuzzling. Finally we SETTLE ON:
A PAIR OF FEET
WHITE SNEAKERS sitting opposite FANCY HIGH HEELS. These feet aren't nuzzling. There's distance here.
PULL UP, REVEALING CAL WEAVER (42) and his wife, TRACY (41). A handsome couple. He'd be JFK to her Jackie O... if he gave a shit. Unfortunately, he doesn't (i.e.: white sneakers in fancy French restaurant).
Cal pulls out READING GLASSES, looks at the menu.
Well, I'm full. You were right, hon. I shouldn't have eaten all that bread. (THEN) Want to just share a dessert?
Tracy is lost in thought, gazing at a menu.
You okay, babe? You seem out of it.
Yeah, I'm just thinking about what I want.
Me too. Okay, let's say it at the same time. One. Two. Three... TRACY CAL I want a divorce. Creme Brulee.
CUT TO:
2 INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE (PASADENA) - SAME EVENING 2
JESSICA (17) chases after MOLLY (9). Jessica's skinny, wears glasses, a hipster T-shirt. In five years, she's going to make all the boys' heads spin. But not yet.
(CONTINUED) 2. 2 CONTINUED: 2 JESSICA I'm gonna getcha! I'm gonna getcha!
She grabs Molly and tickles her. Molly SQUEALS with delight. As she kicks... SMASH! A picture falls off the nearby console. Jessica picks it up:
ON SMASHED PHOTO
Cal and Tracy. This is their house.
BACK TO SCENE
It's okay, my fault. (THEN) Alright, kiddo, it's getting late, let's get you to bed before your parents get home. Don't give me the puppy eyes, you little maniac. Go brush your teeth!
Molly GIGGLES, RUNS upstairs. Once Molly's gone, Jessica looks at the photo. She eyes Cal affectionately.
CUT TO:
3 INT. BAR 3
Meanwhile, TWO YOUNG PROFESSIONAL WOMEN drink and laugh at a table. HANNAH (24) is clearly buzzed. HANNAH I don't care. I love him and given the opportunity, I'd have his babies.
Her best friend, LIZ (29), LAUGHS.
Seriously? Conan O'Brien? You'd do Conan O'Brien?
I'm just saying, Richard's a lot of things: successful, smart...
Boring, workaholic, sexually repressed...
(CONTINUED) 3. 3 CONTINUED: 3 HANNAH But he's not very funny, that's all.
Yeah, well, you want funny, go watch `Cosby' reruns. You want a good lay, go get yourself some of... that.
She motions off to the side.
What?
The hot piece that's been checking you out for the last hour.
THE CROWD PARTS, revealing: JACOB PALMER (32). The smoothest, coolest son-of-a-bitch you've ever seen. He tilts his glass at them, toasting.
4 INT. LEXUS SUV 4
Meanwhile, Cal sits in the passenger seat, dazed. A "to- go" box from the French restaurant in his lap. Tracy drives.
Aren't you going to say anything?
Nothing.
Almost twenty-five years of marriage, you have nothing to say?
She looks at him. He turns to her, about to say something, then... stops himself. Turns back forward.
It's silent. Devastating.
CUT BACK TO:
5 INT. CAL AND TRACY'S HOUSE 5
Meanwhile, Jessica (the baby-sitter) stops at a bedroom door. She hears MUSIC coming from inside, puts her ear to the door. It's Lady Gaga. It's awful.
She smiles, knocks and opens the door at the same time.
(CONTINUED) 4. 5 CONTINUED: 5 JESSICA Hey, your sister's asleep, just checking you're alive --
She SCREAMS as --
ANOTHER ANGLE
ROBBIE WEAVER (13), quickly covers himself up. He was masturbating.
Close the door!
BACK TO JESSICA
who slams the door shut.
(THROUGH DOOR)
I'm sorry, Robbie! I didn't see anything, I swear.
BACK INSIDE ROOM
Robbie lies there frozen, horrified.
6 INT. BAR 6
Meanwhile, where Liz and Hannah keep drinking.
I don't know, Hannah. Your life is just so... PG-13.
Hannah's mouth drops open.
My life is not PG-13!
It so is. You've never left LA. You pass the bar you're gonna be, what, a patent lawyer, probably married to that snooze-fest Richard. I just worry about you is all. Hell, you've resorted to fantasizing about Conan `Ginger- Dick' O'Brien.
(CONTINUED) 5. 6 CONTINUED: 6 HANNAH (ADORABLE) He's funny.
He looks like a carrot, honey.
Hannah LAUGHS.
Who?
They turn. It's Jacob Palmer (the stud from earlier).
Hi.
Hi. Who looks like a carrot?
Conan O'Brien. My friend Hannah thinks he's sexy.
I think your friend Hannah is sexy.
Hannah LAUGHS.
You didn't really just say that.
Pretty sure I did.
How old are you?
Thirty-three next month.
Then you should know by now that cheesy pick-up lines don't work.
Jacob sits down at their table, uninvited.
I find you incredibly sexy. It's a fact, not a cheesy pick-up line. (MORE)
(CONTINUED) 6. 6 CONTINUED: (2) 6 JACOB (CONT'D) There are many attractive women in this bar -- including your friend here -- and I've been unable to take my eyes off you, only you, for the past two hours. Again: not a cheesy pick-up line, just a fact. (THEN) Answer this quickly, without thinking about your answer: do you find me attractive?
Hannah doesn't flinch.
I don't.
Yes you do.
Yes, she does.
I'm an accomplished lover. If you come home with me, I am confident you will leave satisfied. Multiple times.
You've got to be kiddi--
We'll make love and it will be amazing. You'll laugh afterwards and say `I never do this kind of thing.' Then you'll do it again.
Is that so?
It is. So now I'm going to ask if I can buy you another drink. If you say yes, we'll have one more cocktail each -- just enough to start losing inhibitions, not enough to get sloppy, after all: I promised to satisfy you.
Multiple times.
(CONTINUED) 7. 6 CONTINUED: (3) 6 JACOB That's right. So, here we go, Hannah: can I buy you a drink?
Hannah and Liz share a look.
What do you expect me to say to that?
Margarita, rocks, salt.
Wow.
She STANDS, grabs her coat and Liz's hand.
Okay, time to go.
Liz doesn't move.
I'll go home with you, you can call me Hannah, I don't give a CRAP --
Liz!
(whispering to him)
Another time, maybe.
GIGGLING, the girls leave the bar.
7 INT. LEXUS SUV 7
Still driving, Tracy looks at Cal. He remains silent.
I'm unhappy, Cal. I've tried not to be. We've been married so long, somewhere we became... stagnant, you know?
He keeps staring straight ahead.
Okay, you're not talking and you know that only makes me talk more. Maybe that's good, maybe that's good. Okay... (MORE) (CONTINUED) 8. 7 CONTINUED: 7 TRACY (CONT'D) (THEN) There's this person.
No response.
We've been spending time together. Lunches, meetings, that kind of stuff...
Silence. She closes her eyes tightly.
I slept with him. Kind of.
Tracy opens one eye, taking a peek. Nothing.
No, no kind of. I can't believe I said kind of. That's just not something you do in a kind of way. I slept with someone. There. I said it. I slept with someone. Oh God. It's the worst thing I've ever done but it feels so good to say out loud. I slept with someone. I SLEPT with someone. I slept with SOMEONE. I slept with ... please stop me, please say something.
No reaction.
David Jacobowitz. From work. You met him at the Christmas party. You remember that party? They had the giant paper-mach� wreath? I kept asking the decorator how he made it? You wore that sweater --
Finally, Cal speaks --
Please stop.
The last person in the world I'd ever want to hurt was you, Cal --
If you keep talking, I'm going to get out of the car.
(CONTINUED) 9. 7 CONTINUED: (2) 7 TRACY But the fact that I did, that it could happen at all, I think it just shows how broken we are and --
Okay.
Just like that, Cal OPENS THE DOOR to the moving car and, simply, steps out. Tracy SCREAMS as Cal goes flying.
She screeches to a stop as he tumbles to the curb in her rearview mirror.
8 EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS ACTION 8
Tracy runs to him. He's on the curb, BLOODIED but okay.
Are you out of your mind!?
He looks up at her, pleading.
I'll leave tonight, I'll sign whatever you want me to sign, if you'll just stop talking about it.
She touches his bloody forehead, affectionate. There's still something here.
Okay.
Okay.
He stands, limps back to the car.
9 INT. THE WEAVER HOUSE 9
Meanwhile, Jessica sits on the living room couch. Robbie ENTERS, stands there. He's a precocious, adorable, masturbation-addicted, thirteen-year-old.
I'm sorry that you had to see that.
She keeps staring straight ahead.
I should have knocked. (CONTINUED) 10. 9 CONTINUED: 9 Silence. After a long beat.
For the record: I think about you while I do it --
Robbie!
I have a picture of you and I look at it the whole time --
Stop it!
I love you, Jessica. And I know you're seventeen, and I know I just turned thirteen, which is the same age as your little brother, and you're technically my baby- sitter, but someday soon our age difference will be inconsequential which is good because...
ROBBIE --
I'm pretty sure you're my soulmate.
She stops, looks at him and smiles gently.
Listen, Robbie --
We're home.
Shit.
Jessica jumps off the couch.
Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Weaver. How was dinner... (NOTICING) Oh my God, Mr. Weaver, you're bleeding. Why are you bleeding?
(CONTINUED) 11. 9 CONTINUED: (2) 9 CAL Mrs. Weaver told me she wants a divorce so I jumped out of the car. Hope the kids behaved. Come on, I'll drive you home.
Robbie steps INTO FRAME.
Dad?
Oh. I didn't know you were here.
You're getting divorced?
Yes.
Cal!
And you jumped out of a car?
A moving car, yes.
Cal!
(TO ROBBIE)
I'm sorry you found out this way.
