My Best Friend's Wedding Movie Script
Text / [United States] R. Bass
Translated by Li Manjiang
Interior, Bouley's Restaurant, New York, night
Soft lighting, noisy crowds, long lines of rich and famous people, looking distracted. Everyone in line held up an order that was at least an hour late. Tourists can't even line up. The camera pans forward - in the gleaming dining room, tables that symbolize power are set up, and waiters pass through them, providing elegant service. One of the tables received the most generous and attentive service, thus attracting the attention of many around. The foreman ran back and forth to the table, serving food, pouring wine, and whispering ingratiating words to the guest. Although they blocked the view of the camera, the companion of the distinguished guest could still be seen. He sat across the table with great concentration, ignoring everything around him. His name is Dig Downs, he's 36, and he exudes a mysterious allure. He had benevolent eyes and a wise mouth, and he wore the most unremarkable and conservative striped suit, ordered at Savile Rowe. He was gay, but outsiders would not have guessed that he was loyal, intelligent, and generous. Now that the foreman has stepped back, he quietly blinked at his companions, and there appeared on the screen a person who was the least like the idol in the waiter's eyes. Her name is Julianne Potter, she's almost 28, and she's wearing her favorite oversized jumper, which she's hastily put together in 15 seconds. She is a sloppy, flamboyant, impermanent personality and a loose and casual person. However, all of this not only can't hide, on the contrary, it brings out her natural beauty: a pair of watery eyes are black and shining, a mouth without any scruples, slender and expressive fingers are pointing at a dish——
Foreman: This dish is made with our cuttlefish risotto and served with a dash of Mosel, so the broth is a little sweet.
She didn't like the dish at all, so she gave him a visibly suspicious look, and he still smiled and whispered—
Foreman: This dish cost us a lot, but don't kill us.
A plate of soggy black rice was placed in front of her. She scooped up a little, surprisingly little, and put it in her mouth, savoring it with her tongue, and staring calmly at Digg with her eyes still. Then nodded, it actually tasted pretty good. The foreman breathed a sigh of relief. Her dark eyes turned to the foreman's face.
Julianne: I'm going to report this with "creativity and confidence." This is true. Another plate of this cuttlefish sauce, which I won't post; or a pinch of salt.
Foreman: I will flip a coin to decide.
Digg looked around at the dining table as the foreman left quickly, embarrassing many.
Digg: Is it embarrassing to kiss your ass in public?
Julianne: If you don't have a red ass, you're not a well-known writer.
She glanced at the two remaining waiters, who were standing cheekily to the left and right.
Julianne: Isn't it sad to be an editor and only rely on the hypocrisy of others to elevate yourself?
Dig: I'm used to it, thank you for asking me.
She leaned forward as if to reveal some secret.
Julianne: Look at the impact of books like "20 Famous Chefs"! The problem is not who I put in, but who I leave out.
Digg: Including everything you didn't select.
Julianne: Plus people who cook dishes that I don't like.
She pushed the risotto to him. He picked up the fork.
Digg: Did the guy from the Daily News call you?
She shrugged and took out her phone from her cluttered bag.
Julianne: There should be a prompt on my phone. Pretty creative, huh?
She dials. He tasted the food in his mouth.
Digg: To add salt.
Julianne: Is that guy from "Daily News" really going to do an interview, or did you find another handsome guy for me to...
Digg: ...I'm not going to introduce you anymore. You don't know how to deal with them.
Julianne (pressing the number): Sometimes I don't know, like how to last two months.
Digg: ... a few weeks.
Through the mobile phone, the voice from the answering machine at her house came——
A man's voice (VO): Hey! I am Mike.
Then her face softened. Just because of hearing that candid voice.
Mike (voice-over) God, how long has it been-- how many months? I must talk to you right away. I'm at the Ritz Carlton Hotel in Chicago...
She looked touched, surprised. It was a strange place for this guy.
Mike (voice-over): Call me, even if it's four in the morning, we need to talk.
She turned off the phone, still with that look in her eyes. Digg had never seen her like this, he liked her like this.
Digg: Whose phone number? Friends you've made these days?
She smiled. This sweet, natural smile makes everyone fall in love with her. The bohemian and accidental look of a cultured man disappeared from her face.
Julianne: No, no, quite the opposite. He's my best friend, Mike O'Neal. It sounds like he can't wait to talk to me.
Digg: The sports reporter who runs around.
He pushed the risotto in front of her again.
Digg: I didn't know you two had a past.
Julianne (fixing her eyes on one spot): Huh?
Digg: Look at your eyes.
She blushed. I had no choice but to shake my head.
Julianne: We were very close for a month during our sophomore year at Yale. Well, you know me, I'm getting distracted...
He understands her. She became distracted.
Julianne: So I worked up the courage to break his heart. I told him there was a wonderful Pakistani student who thought - you know...
he knows.
Julianne: His face became… like this. He said, "I know I can't interest you." Naturally, his words made me feel like a shallow bitch all along...
He nodded yes.
Julianne: Then he said, "What makes me want to cry is that I'm losing a friend I've never seen before."
You could hear that feeling in her voice.
Julianne: When he said those words, I knew I felt the same way.
She stopped and covered her helplessness with a smile.
Julianne: So I cried. Maybe the third time I've cried in my life. Then I kissed him. Since then, we have been best friends.
Her fingers twirled the glass...
Julianne: For 9 years, we've been through everything together. Lost a job, lost a parent, lost a lover... We traveled everywhere and had the best time together. Probably the best time of my life. Don't think about anything, just drink and chat, even on the phone.
Digg: Like-minded.
Julianne: No, he doesn't look like me at all. Just like you, just go straight.
He wasn't angry.
Julianne: He's the best person in the world. Kind, loyal, generous. The only constant in my life is that he is always there.
Digg: He still loves you.
The words made her stop. She had to say-
Julianne: Maybe. But never got in my way.
It's probably something she's never publicly admitted to before. Digg understood.
Digg: Ah, he sees you as a real friend.
He wanted her to know that he saw it.
Digg: Every time George tells people how faithful I am, he always makes people think I'm annoying.
Julianne: Being faithful and reliable is not annoying. Mike would go completely crazy...
A young waiter came forward. There was a plate of black cuttlefish juice beside her plate.
Julianne: It was the same night in Tuxon as it was today, about six years ago...we were very drunk, and it was the part where Keith Richard played. time.
The waiter filled her glass with Meursault and looked at her.
Julianne: God, it's been a long time since I thought about it...
The waiter remained still, openly listening to their conversation.
Julianne: I can't believe we both did this-
Digg, seeing the waiter listening, gestured to her with his eyes. So she looked up—
Julianne: Shall we be alone for a while?
The waiter was speechless - people lost their jobs because of little things.
Julianne: You won't miss out on the big stuff, I promise it's not about sex.
The waiter blushed and stepped back.
Digg: I'm not interested anymore.
Julianne: He took the razor out of his neat little tool bag, cut his finger, took my hand, and cut it too...
She put the index finger tips of both hands together.
Digg: Blood oath.
Julianne: He said, "We swear. If we're 28 and we're not married... we'll be married!"
She laughed again. Do you believe this? But Digg didn't laugh. She didn't know why. She started spooning the black cuttlefish sauce over her risotto.
Julianne: Understand, he thinks it was the will of God, or someone of equal authority, that we have misunderstood our destiny in the past.
He still had a very serious expression on his face. She was still pouring juice with a spoon.
Julianne: We didn't talk about it after that. I don't know how to remember this...
DIG (quietly): I know.
Everything stopped. She held up the spoon, dumbfounded by his serious tone.
Digg: You'll be 28 in three weeks. how old is he?
horrible! Hate! Nonsense! His words made her feel like a mountain was on top of her. She scooped up a spoonful of the wet risotto and put it in her mouth without looking at it.
Julianne: What do you think...
Digg: Can't wait. want to talk.
She scooped up more wet and sticky black rice. It's disgusting.
Julianne: He didn't propose, so I can't take this...
Digg: Then why are you forcing yourself to eat it? If you're not thrilled?
She ate some more, her lips and whole mouth black, like a circus clown.
Julianne: He won't propose to me.
Digg: We'll see the results.
Cuttlefish juice came out of her mouth and onto her chin. She dazedly wiped her mouth with a napkin to keep the cuttlefish juice from running down her jumper.
Julianne: I rejected him before...
She recognized the importance of the whole truth.
Julianne: We'll never be the same again.
Digg: I have a suggestion...
Julianne: I had to kill myself before calling him.
The two looked at each other.
Digg (sadly): Exactly.
JULIANNE'S BATHROOM, LATE NIGHT
Julianne was brushing her blackened tongue with a toothbrush. Grey foam poured from her mouth and splashed onto an oversized basketball jersey she wore as her pajamas. In the mirror, she stared melancholy at Mike in the photo, then glanced at the cordless phone ominously placed on the toilet lid.
She spat out toothpaste and stuck her tongue out. Black is so scary. Really! She was frustrated, scared, and worried that her tongue would be black for the rest of her life. She grabbed the annoying phone and walked aimlessly into her bedroom. On the wall hangs a landscape of the rural West that is cluttered and tongue-in-cheek, while being overly eclectic: it seems to mix unique taste with an "I like you, do you have a problem with that?" attitude. She walked back and forth, rehearsing as she walked—
Julianne: Now is not the time, Mike. I just entered this monastery and they never refund the deposit...
stopped. In front of him is a mirror that reflects his entire body. She tidied her hair to see herself more clearly.
Julianne: Mike, I'm married.
not enough--
Julianne: ...I only have two weeks to live.
In a different tone--
Julianne: Mike, I want to be gay, don't confuse me.
She turned and continued walking, straight forward until she hit the frame. She came to her senses immediately. That's enough! She started dialing the phone number, arranging herself blankly in the mirror. The call is connected-
Julianne: I want to pick up Mike O'Neal, I know it's too late, I just want to stay...
No luck - she was interrupted. wait, then—
Julianne (softly) Good evening, sir. You've been accepted to the Yellow Phone Club of the Month and...
Mike (voice-over): Hey! God, it's great to hear your voice.
She forgot herself because it felt good to hear his voice just as well.
Mike (voice-over): I've been calling you for days!
Julianne: Well, my old voice recorder keeps missing messages. I left it alone and hoped it would improve, but in the end...
Mike (off-screen, eagerly): Listen, I have to ask you something.
She was taken aback.
Mike (voice-over): Very, very important, I don't know what I would do if you turned me down...
Julianne (blinks): I have to tell you one thing first, okay? I mean this thing will bring the biggest laughs in your adult life...
calm down. Come on, girl, take a breath.
Julianne: I was thinking of you just now, and I remember that unbelievably crazy night we two spent together in Tuxon, like a thousand years ago?
It's quieter, really quiet.
Julianne: I mean you probably can't remember...
Mike (off-screen, softly): Are you kidding?
She was interrupted, like hitting a brick wall. His voice is sweet.
Mike (voice-over): I've been thinking about that night.
She is going to have a heart attack.
Mike (voice-over): But I'm not calling for that.
She blinked, not for this. She felt as if the tsunami that erupted suddenly receded...
Mike (voice-over): I called because I met someone.
The smile on her face froze, as if her spine had been fractured, because there was something odd about his voice.
Julianne: Oh, good. You really haven't met anyone after Dubait Janney Lee...
Mike (voice-over): You don't understand. I've never felt this way about anyone!
"Never." She sat down heavily, but fell to the ground.
Mike (voice-over): She doesn't really suit me at all!
Julianne: Oh, some...
Mike (voice-over): I mean she's a junior at the University of Chicago and she's 20! Just like when I first met you.
"Like when I met..." Julianne suddenly felt dry in her mouth.
Mike (voice-over): Her dad was the kind of billionaire who owns the White Sox and a couple of big cable companies, and you know I've always been uncomfortable around those rich people...
She can finally speak...
Julianne: Ah, of course.
Mike (voice-over): But her parents were different, they were very human, really nice people...
Julianne: You've met her parents.
Mike (off-screen, calmly): Ah, of course.
"Oh!"
Mike (voice-over): Listen, we're getting married, this Sunday.
She was stabbed in the heart and she could barely breathe.
Julianne: Mike, it's Wednesday night, and you can't book your wedding on Sunday...
Mike (voice-over): Actually, it starts tomorrow. It's one of those four-day weddings, all done the traditional way, with a bunch of relatives flying in from places like Madagascar.
Julianne (suddenly collapsed): Weekends... don't you go to work? I mean, is this responsible?
Mike (voice-over): Ah, the White Sox are home. Sports Illustrated just in time asked me to do a profile on "The Killer," Frank...
Julianne: …Thomas, ah.
She stared at herself in the mirror.
Mike: I'm scared.
Julianne: Well, maybe we should talk about this...
Mike (voice-over): I need you.
It was so touching, with all the emotion in her eyes.
Mike (voice-over): If you can't come, take my hand. I'll never get past this.
"Oh!"
Mike (voice-off): Please come, please.
Julianne: Ah...
Mike (VO): I can't wait for you to meet her!
"Hold on Julianne." She stared at the mirror as if her life was coming to an end.
INTERIOR, BEDROOM, AFTER A TIME
Closets, wardrobes, all drawers are wide open. The two huge suitcases on the bed were open, and Julianne was throwing clothes inside, fumbling for her cigarette and dialing the phone number. Now over the phone -
Digg (voice-over): Here's Digg and George. Please leave a simple message.
"beep--"
Julianne (angrily) Or me, why don't you two get up and have safe sex?
She grabbed a skinny, tight-fitting sexy dress and pouted at it.
Julianne: Otherwise, why don't you stop and take a call?
She took the clothes and tried it on her body, it was really hot.
Julianne: You, you, you! It's all because of you, right?
She hangs up. Look at the dress in the mirror. Then he lifted the short skirt up again.
INT. IN DIG'S Cherokee, JFK AIRPORT, EARLY MORNING
Digg was driving the open-top Cherokee up the ramp leading to the United Airlines departure. The wind was blowing Julianne, and she wanted to relight a cigarette on the butt of the cigarette she was smoking. He glanced at him, hating to see her like this—
Digg: You don't want to die from lung cancer in four days. Switch to the second plan.
Julianne (takes a deep breath): You don't feel the urgency. My best friend is ruining his life.
Digg: No, he ruined your life.
Julianne: Same thing. If you love someone, it is your responsibility not to let them destroy themselves.
Digg: You have great insight into life.
Julianne: It's called the Law of Love, idiot.
She was so nervous that she was about to collapse, and tears were about to fall. He nimbly pulled to the side of the road while she stared at the airport porter outside and continued smoking.
DIG (softly) Why don't we go for a drink? You can catch the next shift...
Julianne: I'm busy. I have four days to spoil the wedding and take him back from the bride.
She finally looked at him, and he said nothing.
Julianne: He loved me for nine fucking years.
Digg: I know why.
Julianne: She knew him maybe five seconds, plus she's got billions of dollars, and she's perfect, so don't feel bad for this young lady from Illinois!
He didn't. Therefore, her voice softened a little, showing a hurt tone.
Julianne: Don't feel sorry for me either, you don't know me very well, we're just friends.
DIG (softly): I admit it.
Now, there are tears in her eyes.
Julianne: I'm making a big mistake, eh?
DIG (shrugs): Maybe you'll learn something.
He took her hand in his and she looked down.
Julianne: I'm taking him back, man. As hard as it is, you know, because I can't...
She wrapped her fingers around his.
Julianne: ...I'm going to live on it forever.
into his eyes.
Julianne: At my wedding, I was the only bride and he was my best man.
She kissed his cheek.
She jumped out of his car when she was about to cry, yanked her bag out of the trunk, and smiled bravely.
They said goodbye briefly, and she was gone.
Interior, Chicago O'Hare Airport, Morning
Passengers came from the jet runway and merged into the crowd of ants as black as ants at O'Hare Airport. Julianne was dragging a few pieces of hand luggage, trying to get the blown strands of her hair in place, nervously looking around like a middle schooler, ah--
There he is! Mike is tall, with broad shoulders, a childish smile, and his unkempt hair is very disobedient. He looks bright and sweet, has irresistible lethality, and is worth betting on by girls. When he saw her, his face brightened, and she—
...running towards his open arms, breaking free of all luggage along the way, not paying any attention to the crowd around him, throwing himself into his strong arms. They forget that the world exists. The two twirled, laughing out loud, like crazy. Their cheeks were pressed together. As he put her down, he kissed her on the nose. His arms were still around her.
Mike (whispering) Can you believe it? Can you believe I'm still doing this?
Julianne (lost in his eyes): It's not hard to believe.
He smiled and turned around. She followed his gaze, ah—
...she's there. Kimberly Wallace, 20, petite and slender, with an alluring body that could literally die for her. Her face was moving, but not that smug, dull, cute and funny. Worst of all: she's smart.
She walked towards them purposefully, her eyes locked on the woman her fiancé was hugging. At the last minute, Mike lets go of Julianne, and Kimmy—
She hugged the frightened visitor at once. Holding her tightly with sincere passion from the heart, Julianne could only slowly hug her too. At this point Mike smiled.
Kimmy: So everything is perfect.
She continued to hug Julianne, who was slightly dizzy. The young girl leaned closer and confided to her—
Kimmy: From the first day I saw Mike, all I heard was "Julianne this", "Julianne that"...
Julianne: Ah, we are...
Kimmy: I think the best thing about marrying this guy is finding you.
Her gray eyes came alive with excitement and intimacy.
Kimmy: I've never had a sister.
INTERIOR, Kimmy's Convertible, Daytime
Kimmy galloped down the crossing in her Mercedes-Benz 500SL. She is a brave and confident driver. Julianne sat next to her, her hair flying in the convertible, and she was completely terrified. Mike huddled happily on the small platform behind their seats, hugging his knees. The roaring wind made it impossible for him to hear what they were saying.
Kimmy: My heart goes to my throat, here it is. In a moment, I'll have to ask this monster to do a favor...
Julianne: How many dollars do you need?
Kimmy glanced at it—the speed was 80 miles per hour, and made a bittersweet expression.
Kimmy: I'm thirsty. as he said.
Her eyes were instantly filled with admiration and regret.
Julianne: Sorry, I don't understand.
Kimmy: I can drive fast. It could be even more fun.
She shook her head. What a lovely young girl.
Kimmy: But I can't be thirsty.
Julianne: Can you watch the road?
Kimmy: Look. thirsty. It's because I'm talking.
She looked back at the highway.
Kimmy: This is a very presumptuous and annoying thing...
Julianne: ...you want to ask for housekeeping on the evening of your salute?
Kimmy: No, housekeeping is not difficult.
Julianne scrutinized her delicate, angular silhouette. It's hard not to like this girl.
Kimmy: My classmate Angelica broke her pelvis while dancing at Abbey Lane on spring break.
She glanced up and gave the sweetest smile.
Kimmy: Be my bridesmaid.
Julianne just blinked.
Kimmy: You don't know how expensive it is to get an extra.
Julianne: Oh. Looking for a bridesmaid? At least find someone you've known for at least 45 minutes.
The picture cuts to a big fat man showing half of his body from the car, honking his horn in the back of Kimmy's car. Jin Mi was not afraid, did not pay attention to him, but continued to analyze...
Kimmy: The bridesmaids are my two female relatives who are under 20 years old. A pair of identical twins from Nashville entering society for the first time. They are two lazy girls who are very negative, and they have a strange figure!
Julianne: What dissatisfied you?
Kimmy: Twins. I want to be impartial in underestimating the two of them.
Seeing him exit the ramp, Kimmy jumped over the car that was zipping through the four lanes like a bullet, so fast that it made my heart stop. She can drive for a racing king. Julianne had to inhale hard to get her heart back to normal. She looked back to see if Mike had been dropped...
...he looks hilarious in the wind. But he gave her a nice grin with a thumbs up and a grin. She loves this quality of him.
Kimmy: That means I have 4 days to make you my best friend…
Her words brought Julianne's eyes back to her...
Kimmy: Now that I know everything about you, including some hidden things that make me embarrassed. Now it's your turn to get to know me...
The car drove on the highway, and her eyes met the glance from Julianne—
Kimmy: You have to force yourself to deepen personal relationships.
Julianne (smiling): Sounds like an idea.
INTERNATIONAL VIEW A CLOTHING STORE ON NORTH AVENUE IN MICHIGAN, AM
This is a very elegant place. High ceilings, soft lighting, huge rococo mirrors, Louis XIV sofas and armchairs. Mike walked around restlessly, looking out of place among the designs on display and the stylishly dressed female customers.
He looked at his watch.
INTERIOR, LOCKER ROOM, AM
An early-style living room with mirrors on the draped wall. Kimmy sat on a Louis XIII loveseat next to a pile of expensive dresses. She looked at Julianne standing on the fitting table with a seasoned professional eye. A seamstress was trying on a sleek freshwater fairy-colored dress for her. The dress is littered with pins, and the tailor is trying to make it fit better and keeps looking at Kimmy for her approval.
Kimmy: I'll give you a lavender one...
Julianne shook her head, she thought it was very beautiful.
Julianne: I thought the bridesmaids had to wear the same clothes.
Kimmy: You are different. If you don't look different, you'll be uncomfortable.
Julianne glanced at her.
Julianne: What else did he tell you?
Kimmy: ...you hate weddings and never attend.
"Oh my God, that's it!"
Kimmy: You're not interested in anything traditional, or generally seen as unique to women, like marriage, or romance, or even…
She stopped, not wanting to be abrupt.
Julianne (quietly): …Love.
Her expression froze. The tailor was still fiddling with the clothes as if he were deaf.
Kimmy: He said the same.
She stood up and walked towards the table. Smooth the fabric with your hands along Julianne's back and hips. She communicated with the tailor, with an angry expression on her face.
Kimmy: Ah, I think I look a lot like you. I was very reserved until I met Mike, who was sloppy and smelly...
The pins began to be taken off. Kimmy pointed, "And these!"
Kimmy: Only later did I realize that I was also an emotional fool. Just like the frivolous girls I've always looked down on.
She leaned forward. This way the two can look at each other.
Kimmy: Ridiculous world, eh?
Julianne swallowed - "Yes".
Julianne: I'm going to smoke.
Before the others could catch their breath, she stepped off the stage, and the dress that was tightly wrapped around her was torn from the side. The seamstress widened her eyes pitifully. Julianne became a deer to be watched, and quickly scanned four or six different mirrors to see the impact of her good deeds.
Kimmy just walked towards her and ran her fingers over the torn place...
Kimmy: Mainly the seams. Let Carlos handle it.
Then she unzips along Julianne's back. Julianne was in a hurry to break free of her gown, so she tripped, her arm was pinned by needles from the slipping gown, and she fell like a fallen oak tree with a thud, her face touching the ground , the dress was torn a little more, and the seamstress screamed like an idiot.
Then, everything calmed down. Julianne looked up helplessly, wrapped in her gown like a tied pig.
Kimmy (firmly): Quick-don't-move.
Her tone was like talking to a 3 year old. Kimmy skillfully took off her gown, and Julianne was only in her underwear. Then Kimmy gestured to the seamstress that it was time to go.
Julianne: You're not going to...
Kimmy: ...is my bridal shower. Mike is also meeting our parents and best man in a game of one-on-three at Komiski Park.
She opens the door--
Kimmy: That's it...
The door closed and they left.
INTERIOR, LOCKER ROOM, LATER
Julianne sat on the loveseat in her bra and panties and lit another cigarette with the butt of her cigarette. Suddenly, she heard arguing from outside the door. She tried her best to hear. It does sound like Mike and Kim, but I can't make out their words. She jumped up and rushed to the door, only to bump her toes on the table, damn it! She slammed down on the door with a thud, and the pain caused her to back away, but—
The quarrel stopped. Oh shit. She opened the door a crack. But nothing was seen. She opened the door and saw a teenage boy looking at her. He gave her a satisfied look, and she slammed the door shut so hard that the wall rattled.
She walked around restlessly and helplessly, cradling her half-naked body in her arms, until there was a soft knock on the door. The door opened a crack, and her daffodil-colored dress was handed in.
Julianne: Come in, close...
She stopped because it was Mike who came in, holding the gown.
Julianne: ...the door.
He closed the door. She blushed, grabbed her cluttered clothes (that's her characteristic), and stretched them out to cover her body. The embarrassment she showed surprised him as well as amused him.
Mike (laughing): Should I turn around, or should I…
Julianne: Mike, I'm only wearing underwear!
She tugged at her clothes, but she was even more naked.
Mike: We've seen each other more than this...
She seemed to be taking the clothes off, so he gently took them out of her hands. She tried to stand graciously as he took the clothes with ease.
Mike: I mean, less than two years ago we were like good friends, swimming naked in Greece.
She grabbed the clothes and covered her front. He looked at him with an inexplicable complex expression.
Julianne: It's different now.
He looked into her eyes. Slightly nodding sadly, now they are actually like this.
Mike (softly): Ah, I have two thoughts on my mind.
He walked towards the door and put his hand on the lock. back to...
Mike (more tenderly): You're still very pretty.
His expression froze, still hanging on his face. Both had a certain feeling that she didn't know what to do. She swallowed.
Julianne: What is...
Mike: Mirror.
he's gone. She looked at the different sides of her bare parts in the 6 mirrors, front and rear, left and right. Humph.
Interior, Hotel Underground Garage, Daytime
The valet was waiting in the parking lot when the convertible pulled into the garage. From the way the two girls got off the bus, it could be seen that they must be late.
Julianne: ...the luckiest guy in the fucking northern hemisphere, mine...
Kimmy: What? It's because I know a little bit about...
Julianne: …Most make my poor sentimental idiots honeymoon after wedding just to climax.
The parking clerk handed the car keys to Kimmy.
Kimmy: I can't expect the NBA to postpone the title finals either...
They hurried to the elevator in the garage...
Kimmy: I'm excited for Sports Illustrated giving him this opportunity, he's only been there for a year...
Julianne: So that's where your honeymoon was?
Kimmy: It depends. If San Antonio swept Sacramento, we'd start there. Either Phoenix or Indiana-Cliff...
Julianne: ...all open air projects. Maybe it's all about 55 degrees Fahrenheit and packing is a problem, but there's often good food and cocktails where the embassy congregates...
In front of the elevator, Kimmy pressed the button hard.
Kimmy: It's his profession and I support him. You see, I've been everywhere, traveled the world, and lay on the beach. I want to be with the man I love. This can be called a honeymoon.
The story is over. how?
Julianne: I just said he was lucky.
The elevator is coming. They went in.
Julianne: Suffering for letting a billionaire's daughter run around with her. This guy really has something to celebrate...
Kimmy slammed the top button and looked at her calmly—"Go on."
Julianne: Ah! You have seen his symphony like...
Kimmy: ...snoring, yeah. He said it was stronger than before. like a bitch...
Julianne imitated that unbelievable growl, the pitch was obnoxiously high. She learned 3 times, and Kimmy nodded.
Kimmy: Now there's a phlegm-stuck snoring behind this...
The elevator went to the foyer, and a family of 4 came up. It was clear that Kimmy was learning that phlegm-stuck snoring. Very involved. Everyone who came up watched, and Julianne learned again. "Is that so? No, it's more like this." The person who came up looked at me, and I looked at you.
Kimmy: Guess what? Use earplugs.
Oh.
Julianne: If...
Kimmy: ... smoking in bed? I asked him to fix this problem. He's got the bathroom full of water, eats breakfast in a Reebok suit, tells the same joke hundreds of times... (gasps) Loves action movies, subscribes to Playboy, leans on my shoulder and reads, Don't leave behind the check after writing the check...
The ninth floor has arrived. After the family of 4 went down, the elevator door closed again.
Kimmy: He drinks the soup with his front teeth.
Julianne: Unique action, leave it alone.
Kimmy: But he's good at kissing.
Julianne: For me that was a long time ago. I believe what you say.
Kimmy: I went through all of his problems for two weeks and made a life-changing decision.
She snapped the emergency brake button. The screen flickered and stopped.
Kimmy: I tossed the list. (shakes head) He's not a balance sheet, has a lot of good qualities and a lot of faults. He is Mike.
These words came from her heart.
Kimmy: To love him is to love Wujiwu.
Julianne: Are you nervous?
Kimmy: Your cuteness lies in being able to protect...
Julianne: Let me put it another way...
Kimmy: But nothing, and it didn't make me hesitate for a moment about this marriage...
Julianne: Aren't you very happy...
Kimmy: ...with one exception.
The camera stops on Julianne's face--
Julianne: Oh, yes?
Kimmy: It's you. (Pauses) You, he's lingering—in mind. A perfect cutie who loves you so much...
Julianne: Ah, perfection is boring...
Kimmy: I'm not kidding. I had to face up to all my competitors and believe me, I got them all.
Julianne: No.
Kimmy: The answer is very simple.
Julianne: I can see it.
Kimmy: You win.
Julianne blinked. What's the meaning?
Kimmy: You are engraved in his heart and in his memory. Unbreakable, has a very important role.
Julianne: I missed a step.
Kimmy: You are his foundation. And I was only in his arms.
Julianne: God, we're stuck.
Kimmy: Zhu...
Julianne: No, I've been in this situation, it's torture!
She started fiddling with buttons. Kimmy watches, Julianne looks up anxiously...
Julianne: There's a board on it, you gotta pick me up...
Take off her platform shoes.
Julianne: Do you know how much air is in the elevator? I've seen the stats! Once trapped between floors...
Kimmy patted her lightly, pointing to the illuminated control panel. The control panel shows PH and they are on the top floor.
Julianne: Omg! That is the door is blocked!
She picked up her heavy platform shoes and started banging on the metal door with all her might, the whole elevator echoed with a "dong dong" sound, but Jinmi stretched out her hand and—
Press the "Open Door" button. Julianne called hard at the door again, just at this moment the metal door opened, directly facing the banquet hall, the platform shoes in Julianne's hand flew straight to——
Between two beautiful young girls who look exactly the same. They are the twin sisters of the hostess who do the bathing ceremony. The two looked at each other in astonishment, and the shoes had fallen out of nowhere, causing screams.
Mandy: Oh my God, it's the bride and the woman she doesn't deserve!
Kimmy (whispering to Julianne): She's talking about us.
Sammy: Did she say something wrong again? It's her nature!
Amanda and Samantha Newhouse are 19-year-old twins. Truly a southern beauty, with an angelic face and a mesmerizing figure. Mandy's hair is hazel, Sammy's is amber, and the rest are identical.
Julianne (extending right hand): I'm Julianne Potter, um...
Sammy: . . . we're a vengeful couple, and we're here to serve as foils.
Mandy: Have you picked your bridesmaid, Jules? As a guest, you are the first to pick. Don't pick the short, hairy rich guy.
Julianne: ...unless he's hunched over.
The two girls gave Kimmy the same blank glance.
Kimmy (to the pair): I'm thirsty. I told you.
WOMAN'S VOICE (VO): Is this Mike's Julianne?
All eyes fell on an elegant lady who had just turned 40. She has the same hair, eyes and slender body as her daughter. But she still has the demeanor to control the situation, and even Jane Fonda would be jealous.
Isabelle: I'm Isabelle Wallace, and my dashing new son-in-law must be unfair to you, baby.
She took Julianne's hands, which made our hostess look so charming, as if being stroked by Saint Glinda of the North.
Isabel: Ah, my husband said you can go to the baseball field in a moment so you can stay with Mike. But first you have to meet those old ladies. (looking passionately into Julianne's eyes) That means you're going to be judged.
She gave the twins a quick glance. Take Julianne away...
Mandy (off-screen, pouting): Played a...
INT, TAXI, SOUTH, DAY
The taxi moved slowly towards Komiski Park in the dull traffic. Julianne is absently calling...
Julianne: A desperate approach! Did you hear me? Dig, are you... oh! (she barks) I don't know what slapped me, hitman, fart seat cushion, saltpeter, or something! This girl is hard to deal with. Even I want her to get him! (listening to the other person's ideas) Tell him what? truth……?
She shook her head. "Who is this guy!"
Julianne: Go all out. I will never get it.
INTERIOR, KOMISKY PARK LUXURY BOX, AFTERNOON
The game was going on, and watching next to Mike were three best men of his age, two middle-aged men, and the other a bodyguard. Suddenly, there was a faint knock on the door. The sound is getting louder. At last they all turned their heads to look at the door. The bodyguard opened the door, and it turned out to be—
Julianne: Which gentleman asked for two beers?
She held fourteen glasses of beer on a plate and held it flat with one hand, and Mike jumped up, worried that her dangling posture would tip the glasses...
Mike: Oh! Let me help you...
Julianne (sweetly) Mike! You are implying that I am stupid.
He stopped and the guys around were whistling.
Mike: Come to think of it, I know you well.
She walked towards the bodyguard first.
Bodyguard: I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm at work.
Julianne (with a lovely smile) Miss. Thanks! That leaves me with two cups.
go to the seat...
Mike: Julianne Potter, this is Hank and Gary from Sports Illustrated, Daniel you know...
She nodded, holding two beers steady from the side of the plate and keeping the other glasses perfectly balanced. Mike was simply stunned. Next came a tall, noble gentleman in a hand-sewn silk shirt with rolled-up sleeves.
Mike: How did you do it? Are you on drugs?
The gentleman put down his beer mug, smiled reassuringly, and murmured—
Walter: If he makes you sad, I'll beat him up so hard that the wound won't show.
Julianne: I guess it's not a political problem to beat him up.
Walter: In that case, nice to meet you, Jules.
Julianne: Nice to meet you too, Walter.
She nodded when she answered, and walked forward...
Mike: This one you know...
Of course she knew. Effortlessly steadying the plate with one hand, she leaned over to kiss the fat, bald guy with oddly broad shoulders.
Julianne: Daddy Joe.
The two of them stepped back a little, and it made him uncomfortable to attend such a rich man's wedding. Although he is as gracious and easygoing as everyone else. He winked at her and spoke with a Boston accent—
Joe: You were the perfect candidate for my lad?
Although the others shouted...
Julianne: The best of everything, Joe. But I'm going to dance with you.
Mike: Dancing? You don't dance! Did you learn to dance?
She gave an innocent smile.
Julianne: Wait and see, you've never seen one.
There was a big reaction from the guys as she walked towards Mike with her last beer. She didn't look down at the goalkeeper holding the glove in her way. Just as he opened his mouth to shout to remind her, she stepped over——
Not tripped, which surprised him.
Mike: You are a charlatan! What have you done to my best friend? (Takes the last beer) What about those hot dogs?
"Hot dog?" His eyes were fixed on her left breast. There was a large mustard stain on the placket. She can't believe it.
Mike: Cheap, but not necessary. We always do.
EXTERIOR, TOP LUXURY BOX, DAY
Mike and Julianne sat together, beer on the edge of the luxury box on the top floor. They looked down on the game in progress and the entire stadium. But at the moment they are immersed in the world of two. Her legs were dangling, and there was the sound of her heels hitting the glass below.
Julianne: I just envy your maturity, that's all. I mean, some people find that perfection annoying. Day after day, year after year...
Mike: ...Yeah, that's what I thought at first. Who likes perfect people? Perfection cannot last long.
They drank beers side by side, both intently watching the game in progress.
Mike: Fortunately, the more I looked at it, the more obvious the flaws were. Each deficiency has its own vulnerable and lovely side.
Julianne: Like
Mike: She's so sincere.
Julianne: That's enough.
Mike: How can one trust someone who has never misunderstood?
Julianne: What else?
The two have been sipping beer, neither looking at the other.
Mike: No matter how many times I put the toilet seat up, she always puts it down and forgets to lift it up.
Julianne: Cutely careless.
Mike: And also...
He shook his head, it seemed that this was really overpowering him.
Mike: Every day she makes the bed.
Julianne: That's kind of weird.
Mike: At first I thought it was a little trick, but she does it every day!
This is not the link Julianne wants to attack.
Julianne: Are there any major differences between you, some…
Mike: She also does idolatry.
Julianne: Treat! Check, please!
Mike: She thought they were "moving."
Julianne: Are these shortcomings inherited?
Now she looked back at him. Mike turned his head to look at her too, with the most seductive smile. Her reaction indicated that she thought the smile was for her. until……
Mike: Then again, she has some good points.
She really hated herself for asking one more question, but it was irreversible...
Julianne: Kimmy likes eight or even nine of the top ten...
Mike: It was the first girl I met who asked me to bathe her.
The look in his eyes made her unbearable.
Mike: When I hug her, even in public, I don't have to let go quickly. She can hold me for as long as she wants.
He seemed to be deeply intoxicated with love.
Mike: So cute, don't you think so?
A moment of silence, a slow nod. a quiet...
Julianne: So, it seems so.
INT, SOUTH CLUB, NIGHT
A slender brunette screeched a gospel song, and three other ladies, each capable of soloing in any church choir, chimed in. The singing reverberates, intoxicating. On the screen, the surrounding audience applauds and cheers vigorously and with clear rhythm. The camera pans slowly, and finally freezes——
There are black people around. We weren't in church, we were in an old black club, one of those places where you can be sure that everyone from Robert Johnson to Bessie Smith has played and will come again. After the singing, there was a round of applause, and some people tapped the table with their knuckles or their drinking glasses. The camera kept panning to a far corner. 3 faces appear. Julianne leaned over to Kimmy through her beer mug—
Julianne: How did you find this place...
Kimmy (shakes head, looks at Mike admiringly): I've loved this place my whole life. Never heard of it before, until our first date.
She stretched out her slender fingers and dipped them into his hair, leaving traces of their passage.
Kimmy: It's an incredible ability to find this kind of place anywhere.
Mike (shyly): God—
Kimmy: Not just the club, he knows all the best things. Best guitar shop, best steak, best Horowitz records, has he always liked...
Julianne: ...all the time. Best dim sum, best camping supplies...
Kimmy: Stop it. We embarrassed him...
Julianne: ...the best valley in New Zealand, the best...women's shoes...
Mike: I tried it on, when you didn't see it.
Now he was smiling at Julianne, which made her much happier.
Julianne: Is it in Florence, eh?
Mike: Florence.
They both fell into memory together. Kimmy watched.
Julianne: Wasp (an Italian low-seat motorcycle)? I sat in the back and rode all night in the rain?
Mike: Until the oil runs out.
For the first time, Jin Mi, who was left out, sniffed—
Kimmy: I like Florence.
Julianne's eyes blinked. Could this be a small start? She cast her gaze, casual smile, and killer instinct on Mike.
Julianne: Take her there.
He nodded, saying it was fine.
Julianne: I say now. She's so cute, she should have a honeymoon.
He took a breath.
Julianne: I heard, if San Antonio beats Sacramento, you go, what's that? Anyway, you can't run around in September. When will the fall school start?
The happy pair looked at each other, and they seemed cramped. Julianne's heart rose like an eagle.
Kimmy: Well, I'm not going back, I'm not going to the fourth grade.
"Could this be a place to start?" Julianne thought.
Julianne: Don't architects see a degree as a kind of...capital?
The pair are still looking at each other—
Kimmy: Ah, the school has always been there, the architecture has always been there, and now...
Mike: I run out every week, college ball games, motorcycle sports, the training ground…
Kimmy: The most important thing is that the two are together.
She gave a sweet smile.
Kimmy: I was a kid, and there was... time in this world.
exterior, club, night
Julianne watched as Mike helped Kimmy into the back seat of the cab.
Mike: Because I can go...
Kimmy: Going to the twins' party? So they can tease you and get excited...
Julianne (calling out, helping him): How could they get excited!
Kimmy smiled. He kissed her tenderly through the open car window. She waved to Julianne across him.
Kimmy (to the two): You two are happy.
The car drove away. He watched the passing car, and Julianne stepped behind him.
She reached out and stroked the muscles of his shoulders, massaging gently.
Julianne: Should I call a car?
Mike: Hey! Calling a car is expensive. I'm quite frugal, remember?
He turned his head to look at her. She was still rubbing his shoulders.
Julianne: Sometimes, when you shouldn't be saving.
Both laughed. As always, it was the result of years of friendship.
Mike: Go straight ahead is the elevated railway, you are not afraid of this area!
She looked left and right, and it was indeed a problem. But she remembers-
Julianne: No, I've always been safe with you.
She is telling the truth. He took her hand. They start to wander...
Julianne: You found a beautiful and interesting girl who would make such a sacrifice.
Mike: What, you mean dropping out...
Julianne: All that. Leaving her family, her friends, everything she knew, she interrupted her studies, and she seemed ambitious, she had a sense of urgency, kind of...
Mike (quietly): She would.
Julianne: It's all about getting your shit job done. You're out there 52 weeks of the year, one time at College Station, the other in places like Texas. Mature men can't do this kind of work, Mike, a kid who never grows up won't get married.
At this point, he let go of her hand. Looking down at the sidewalk in front of him, the hands in the pockets of his jackets clenched into fists.
Julianne (quietly): I don't think she's the type to be... obedient. You are not afraid that she will hate this idea of marrying a chicken with a chicken after a while...
Mike (really calmly): No!
Touching a nerve, it seems hopeful.
Julianne: I mean Walter owns the White Sox, cable sports channels, etc. Girls like her tend to beg your dad to give you a nice job after marriage to…
Mike: She never would. never. Don't even think about it.
Get the hang of it. Julianne thought quickly of what to do.
Julianne: I guess you're right. That would be fooled, manipulated—heroic shortness of breath...
Mike: I know.
He looked at her carefully, no smile on his face. Showing edges and corners we've never seen before. She shrugged...
Julianne: Still, everything makes sense when it comes to love, and...
Mike: Girls are like that. I don't know at all.
They reached the stairs leading to the elevated railway, and a rickety train rumbled over them. They started going up. She wrapped her arms around his waist...
Julianne (whispering): Forgive me, okay? I'm talking nonsense.
He took her shoulders, like a couple, walked forward and walked out of the picture.
INTERIOR, HOTEL BATHROOM, LATE NIGHT
A close-up shot of a bathtub with very shallow water. Pour the green powder into the tub and stir it with one hand until...
Julianne (voice-over): I think it's Albanian, or Mongolian, or Canadian. Anyway, it is one of them, I bought it downstairs——
The water in the tub turned into undulating green slime which was disgusting.
Julianne (V.O.): What the hell is this. Will it make me ugly?
The camera moves up with one of Julianne's hands, which is smearing a mass of wet, sticky green matter on her face. As she assured Digg, she tried to hold the wall-mounted phone with her other hand so that it wouldn't get wet...
Julianne: Digg, of course, of course, of course, of course, of course I have a plan. Definitely not bad!
More green slime was applied to the face, and the Julianne we were familiar with disappeared.
Julianne: How? I asked myself what would happen to Lucy Ricardo in this situation...
She got 3 towels dirty before wiping her hands.
Julianne: Ah, there's a line, tried.
She threw the towel into the tub. We see her in very fancy short pajamas.
Julianne: Richie won't let her show her face.
She reached for her toothbrush absently, while all her attention was on the conversation and on the horribly green face in the mirror.
Julianne: My memory is different, but we digress.
Without even looking, she picked up a tube of hotel shampoo.
Julianne: So in my memory, you are a coward, but you have a high talent for fashion.
She squeezed all the shampoo onto the toothbrush.
Julianne: This brings you out of the second plan, the unprincipled, crazy, dangerous backup plan...
She brought the toothbrush to her mouth, and the shampoo dripped from the bristles.
Julianne: Maybe it won't work at all.
At the last moment, she stopped. We don't understand why. She never looked at the toothbrush—
Julianne: Question: What happens if you brush your teeth with shampoo?
She turned on the faucet and tried to flush the toothbrush, but the phone fell into the pot of green slime in front of her...
Julianne: Oops!
She was really in a dilemma, leaning towards the washbasin impatiently...
Julianne: Don't hang up, I'll tell you later!
She put the toothbrush in her vanity bag and yanked on the phone cord, and the receiver popped out and hit her in the face. She had to wipe her face in her pyjamas and told Digg—
Julianne: How are you? This is a troublesome call.
She took a toothbrush and a tube of cream from the bag again.
Julianne: Yes. Your character, you know the people from Sports Illustrated, right? I mean, you can go there...
She squeezed out the paste and put the toothbrush in her mouth again—
Julianne: For example, you can get stationery with the title of the magazine on it.
Putting the toothbrush in his mouth, he said while brushing—
Julianne (with something): ...and maybe even get their fax.
She stopped with a funny expression on her face. The camera is pushed down to the tube of paste—
Write BEN GAY (skin cream).
Omg!
INT FANNY STORE, MORNING
Julianne and Kimmy are shopping for gifts in the store. There are Tiffany's logos everywhere, the shop is quiet, the shopkeepers in their morning clothes watch them, and as they browse, Julianne grabs a Danish blue berry from a paper bag and eats it.
The clerk noticed, and so did Kimmy.
Julianne: Is it something to please?
Kimmy: Huh?
Julianne: The awkward girl who grew up watching Audrey Hepburn's movies, you won't get it.
Kimmy doesn't understand. But she wiped off a piece of blue from Julianne's face.
Kimmy: Anyway, I don't think you're right.
"wrong?"
Kimmy: What did you say before?
"before?"
Kimmy: About Mike's work.
Julianne: Oh, that. I forgot to say-
Kimmy: I just don't think you're right, that's all.
Julianne: Maybe, I forgot to mention it.
Julianne pointed to some jade pins, and Kimmy wrinkled her nose.
Kimmy: I mean, he loves his job.
Julianne: Break the game, break the place, break the salary, break the plane, break the hotel, the meal is hard to swallow. No home, no roots, loneliness; maybe you have prepared four manuscripts, but you can only post one in the end... (with a smile) What if you don't love each other?
All these Jinmi have considered, and she has concerns.
Kimmy: But he always says...
Julianne: ... nothing more than "manly and independent."
Kimmy nodded slowly, and she took the bait.
Julianne: Why doesn't he trade this job for, say, a major PR role at a powerful, complex and challenging corporation like your father?
Kimmy looked at her with a strange expression on her face—
Kimmy: That's exactly what my father and I discussed.
Julianne just blinked, and she got a kick—
Julianne: I'm not stupid, come on, how's it going?
Julianne pointed to a small pair of gold scissors in a novelty box. Kimmy was deeply lost in thought, but had to force herself to see...
Kimmy: For twins? what is this for...
Julianne: The golden scissors for cutting nose hair.
Julianne pointed to the handwritten marker. Kimmy shrugged, disapprovingly.
Kimmy: So you don't think Mike's happy doing this...
Julianne points to a matching pair of larger...
Kimmy: Kim's collar? They don't have dogs.
Julianne: Hello.
Kimmy (nodding): Oh, but... (still thinking)
Kimmy: Do you think he'll take it?
"Humph?"
Kimmy: Mike, do this kind of work.
"Ah, this..."
Julianne: By any standard, it's going to be the biggest thing he's ever experienced, except for gift companies.
Kimmy nodded slowly. Her embarrassment was obvious.
Julianne: On the other hand, he has self-esteem. The last thing a man wants to admit is being stuck at work and unable to support his family. (with a very sweet smile) Throw them a lifebuoy and he'll say, "Thanks, I'd rather drown."
Kimmy nodde
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