Fast Forward: …and the number one way to fuck up a
a new beginnings special
by Estee and Harmony
Ah, yet another fic that is not an episode. This is sort of the complement to
Rewind. Instead of Jake and Ham in the
past, it’s Jake and Ham in the future.
The most important thing to know about this is that it you cannot take
it as a “will be.” It’s simply a “could
be.” When you read the other episodes
you shouldn’t think this is where the characters involved will ultimately end
up. This is just a “what if?” Now, content. The title is what it is to let you know that there’s some strong
language used throughout the fic. The
themes are a little more adult-based, but this isn’t anywhere close to being an
“adult” fic. I think the essential Jake
and Hamilton innocence is preserved.
Hopefully. Also, I think this is,
hands down, the coolest thing we’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it half as much as we do. Oh, one more thing. If you can, download the song Troubled
Times by Fountains of Wayne . It’s the
only song we reference and we really think it fits well into that particular
(fade in to): a close-up of Hamilton Fleming asleep. As the camera pulls out we realize that he’s
asleep on the ground somewhere, a garden.
It’s dark outside. Exact time
and place aren’t too clear as the camera pulls out a little more. Still, all we see is Hamilton, dressed in
sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt. The
camera holds briefly as we are given the opportunity to look him over. He’s older.
The fact that he is asleep originally gives the impression of youth,
innocence and optimism, but upon inspection we realize that we’ve caught him in
a moment of utter defeat and submission.
Hamilton Fleming has given up.
We don’t know why, but we will…
(flashback to): to an establishing shot of the New York
City skyline taken from the harbor and including the Statue of Liberty. The year is 2010, though not much has
changed in the city. From the harbor,
there are no twin towers, but everyone is used to that by now and apartments in
Lower Manhattan rent for pretty high prices since they now have a view of the
Statue of Liberty. This isn’t a story
about the twin towers though.
(cut to): a street somewhere in Lower Manhattan. It’s busy and thriving. It’s also after five on a Friday and
everyone is rushing to get home.
(cut to): a small office.
It looks almost like a store because there are glass windows in the
front so anyone walking by may see what’s going on inside. The name of the establishment is etched onto
the glass on either of the large paned windows: “FPT Inc.” Something about the way the outside of the
business is setup and the way the name looks give hints that something creative
is happening inside. There is a “sorry,
we’re closed” sign hanging in the door.
(cut to): inside the business. There is a counter separating the customer area from the employee
area. In front of the counter there are
a few lounge chairs, a couch and a coffee table with large sample books on
it. There are four computers in various
places with one to three chairs at each.
The camera is pushed in past the customer area over the counter. There are several computers with scanners
and such. A few of the stations have
high tech graphic arts tools. There are
also large drafting tables. One in
particular has pictures laid out on it.
There is a door at the very back of this workspace. It opens and for the first time we see
Jacqueline “Jake” Pratt. She’s wearing
a long Khaki skirt and a business looking shirt…all very feminine. Her hair just touches her shoulders and is
cut in a moderately trendy style for the time.
She looks around a moment, thinking of leaving. Instead, she walks over to a computer, her
computer. She sits down, with one leg
underneath her. She looks like she is
trying to get back into full-concentration mode when the door begins to
unlock. She looks up.
(cut to): the door as Hamilton Fleming walks in. He’s wearing a suit and tie, but has his
jacket in his hand, thrown over his shoulder.
He has set down a portfolio to unlock the door. Once he has it unlocked, he picks up the
portfolio again. He looks up at Jake as
he sets down his coat and portfolio onto one of the chairs.
(cut to): Jake.
Jake: Nice suit…good choice.
(cut to): Hamilton.
He looks down and shrugs.
Hamilton: You picked this out for me years ago.
He looks back up at her, looking suddenly
(cut to): Jake.
(cut to): a shot from the side that includes Jake and the
Hamilton walks over to the counter. He leans against is as he talks to her.
Hamilton: The meeting went really well. They loved the pictures for the print ads: I
showed them those first. Then, you
should have seen them when I showed them the prelims for the site. Man, Jake…that was really brilliant. You’ve got to start going to these
meetings with me.
Jake: I’d rather stay behind the scenes, thanks.
Hamilton: I know how you feel, believe me, but…they
love your work. Every time they tell me
like I did it and I want you to be there so I can point to you and say…it was
all her…she’s the brilliant one.
Jake can’t help smile.
She shakes her head, though, and looks down a moment then back up at
him. They both start to speak.
Hamilton: Sorry, go ahead.
Jake: I was just going to ask if you wanted to
celebrate…grab dinner or a drink?
Hamilton: I don’t—
Jake: …drink, I know.
Hamilton loosens his tie and considers the offer.
Hamilton: I told Julie I’d be home early and…I’m
already late. I mean, if you’re really
in the mood to celebrate I could call her and—
Jake: Oh God, no, Hamilton…don’t be ridiculous.
Hamilton: Another time, okay?
Jake: Yeah…now, get the hell out of here.
He smiles and nods.
He starts to walk over to get his stuff then thinks of something.
Hamilton: Hey, are you and…what’s his name? Tom?
Are you and Eric still—
Hamilton: Oh…I’m sor—
Jake: Just go home Hamilton; I’ll see you tomorrow.
He collects his stuff and exits, glad for the out.
(dissolve to): later that night…much later. Jake is still in the office, working at the
computer. The phone rings. She hesitantly picks it up.
Jake: Hello, FPT Inc, what can I do for you in the middle
of the damn night? No, I knew it was
you…because you probably tried home for the past few hours and then you
tried here…He didn’t call you? Never
mind, of course he didn’t. His charming
girlfriend was waiting on him…oh, you know, just that they loved
everything: the photos for the print ads…the prelims for the site…I know, this
is our biggest account ever…I am…I am excited, okay?…Nothing’s wrong…He
was wearing that suit I picked out for him.
The one he wore when he pitched our ideas to our first clients…I know…I
am aware of that too…No I don’t and no I’m not, it just made things a little awkward
for a moment…a brief moment…okay…I’m not even tired right now…I’m not…I—
There is a knock and Jake stops talking. She slowly gets up from her chair.
Jake cont’d: …damn him. I have to go…who do you think?
(cut to): the door.
Hamilton has by now unlocked it and enters the office. He has a couple cartons of Chinese food.
(cut to): Jake.
She waves to Hamilton as she listens on the phone.
Jake cont’d: I know that.
She looks at Hamilton, shaking her head. He’s walked over to her now and stands
holding the Chinese food. He’s changed
into jeans a t shirt.
Jake cont’d: I’m not fifteen,
Hamilton: Did you tell her about the account?
Jake: She was thrilled.
Jake looks at the Chinese food.
Hamilton: I knew you’d stay here and start turning
those prelims into finished product…you need dinner. Sesame chicken, right?
He holds it out to her.
She takes it, smiling.
Jake: Oh, I love you.
He looks at her for a moment.
Jake cont’d: …for the food. I mean I love Sesame chicken and that you
brought it. I didn’t mean—
She looks up at him, trying to find the right phrasing.
Hamilton: It’s cool.
Jake sits down in a chair and looks at the Chinese food.
Jake: How did we up here…like this?
Hamilton hopes to play this off.
Hamilton: Well, I took a cab because I had to get
this food, but you probably took the subway –
Jake: You know that isn’t what I mean.
He pulls up a chair and sits next to her. She doesn’t say anything. She opens the carton and stares at the food.
Jake cont’d: I mean…forget it.
Hamilton closes his eyes a moment as he speaks.
Hamilton: You mean us.
He nods slowly implying he’ll tackle this question. He doesn’t speak quickly and he seems to
gauge her reaction to every word he says.
Hamilton: Well…there was the day we graduated from
college when you said you hated me.
He pauses as he looks at her, but she isn’t looking at
Hamilton cont’d: …of course, you had every right to
say it…to mean it. That was the day I
found out what a coward I am.
Jake almost cringes at the memory.
Hamilton cont’d: Then there was the year of
not talking to each other. I drank that
She looks up at him…at something she’s never heard before.
Hamilton cont’d: I also cried quite a bit. Overall…not really a great year for me.
Jake looks at him, but he doesn’t look at her until:
Hamilton cont’d: Then I ran into Jill one
day. We all went out to dinner and
started tossing around ideas and…the rest is proverbial history. The past two years have been the most
creative of my life.
Jake looks up at this.
Hamilton cont’d: Professionally speaking, that
Jake looks back down at her food. It’s clear he wants to ask her
something. He hesitates, but goes for
Hamilton cont’d: I’ve also spent the last two
years wondering if…you still hate me as much as it feels like you do.
Hamilton: I know what I said…what I’ve always said
about us being best friends. I mean, I
don’t think that’s something I could shake if I wanted to. But, if you hate me…
He looks at her, hoping for an interruption, but doesn’t
get it. He goes on.
Hamilton cont’d: …you’d have every right to…I hated
myself for about a year. And last
Jake: … a mistake.
He looks at her for a moment wondering if he should say
what he was going to.
Hamilton: …incredibly refreshing.
Jake stares at her food again, looking a little confused
by what he just said.
(cut to): her sesame chicken.
(dissolve to): some party snacks involving chicken. This is a flashback to the weekend they are
referring to. It’s a casual party at
Jill’s place. Jill’s place,
incidentally, is also Scout’s place…they’re married which is evidenced in rings
(cut to): Jake looking bored while talking to an excited
Scout: So, this building, it’s going to be about
eighty stories and—
Jill walks up carrying a glass of champagne. Scout pauses,
looking at the champagne suspiciously.
Jill smiles at him as she wraps her arm around his back and hands Jake
She quickly takes a sip.
Jake cont’d: Hey, I was working on the prelims for
the Marshall account and I need something really bold for the main page. Hamilton put together some amazing shots,
but I’m thinking maybe something abstract initially then we use the photos
within the site.
Jill: Okay, I was working on something last
night. It might be what you’re looking
for. Want to go check it out?
Jake: Great, yes.
Jill turns to Scout.
Jill: Honey…can you keep these people under control
until I get back?
He smiles and nods.
She kisses him before Jake and Jill walk away.
(cut to): Jake and Jill as they approach Jill’s
studio. The apartment is obviously
rather large, but the studio is probably the most tucked away place. As they get closer, voices can be heard from
inside. Jake and Jill look at each
(cut to): inside the studio. Hamilton is leaning against a tall worktable and a woman is
sitting at the bench. She’s beautiful
in kind of an anti-Jake way. Meaning,
everything Jake is, she isn’t and vice-versa.
Hamilton: You’re not being reasonable.
Julie: Neither are you. You go to work with these two women everyday like it’s no big
Hamilton: It isn’t a big deal, okay? They’re my colleagues…and my
Julie: Yeah, it’s too bad you can’t just fire them.
Hamilton: I wouldn’t even if I could.
Julie: And that’s why I’m mad, Ham. You take their side over mine whenever you
can. They hate me. I mean did you hear what Jill said to me about
not understanding what you guys do? I
don’t understand why they don’t like me…and why you don’t seem to care.
Hamilton: Do you even hear yourself? Who cares what they think about you? I am with you…shouldn’t that
be what matters for us?
He looks at her with raised eyebrows and an insistent,
pouty look, urging her to see things his way.
Julie: They’re probably both in love with you…
Hamilton loses it.
Don’t even start this. Jill is married
to one of my best friends, and Jake—
I don’t even understand that nickname, but I don’t understand a lot
about her…like why you would have ever been with her.
(cut to): Jake and Jill in the hall. Whenever they speak, it’s quiet so as not to
be heard by Hamilton and Julie.
Jake: We shouldn’t be—
Jill: Oh no, we’re staying and when they come out,
we’re kicking his ass for being in my studio and hers for being such a dumb
(cut to): Hamilton and Julie…same places. Hamilton is still staring at her from the
last comment. He hasn’t quite figured
out what to say, but he looks pretty angry.
Hamilton: What Jake and I had…I was the lucky
one and you have no right to make judgments about something you know very
(cut to): the hall.
Jill looks pleased with Hamilton’s most recent statement. Jake takes another sip of her champagne.
(cut to): the studio.
Julie stands up.
Julie: You’re doing it again…taking her side over
mine. It couldn’t have been that
great because if it was, you wouldn’t have slept with a random girl at a party
the day before she was supposed to move in with you.
Hamilton takes a deep breath.
Hamilton: You’re questioning my relationship
He looks at her like he’s about to say something hurtful.
Hamilton cont’d: Well…I’m beginning to as
She looks un-phased as she rolls her eyes.
Hamilton cont’d: And I didn’t tell you about what
happened that morning so you could use it against me in a fight. That was like a really hard time for me and
the fact that you would—
Julie: You’re such a girl. The over-sensitive routine was cute when we first started dating,
but now it’s just annoying.
(cut to): Jill and Jake in the hall.
Jill: I always thought it was kind of endearing.
Jake doesn’t look amused by any of this anymore.
(cut to): inside the studio. Hamilton has his hand in his pocket and pulls out a few
bills. He walks over and hands them to
Hamilton: Take a cab back home. Be there when I get back…or don’t…
She looks pretty shocked, but takes the money.
(cut to): Jill and Jake who realize that someone is about
to come out. Jake looks at her like
“what do we do?” Jill rolls her eyes
and pulls Jake into a bathroom across the hall.
(cut to): the hall.
Julie walks out into the hall.
She turns back to the door.
She closes the door and walks off.
(cut to): Jake and Jill in the bathroom.
Jake: What now?
(cut to): the studio.
Hamilton tries to regroup. He
looks around the studio. He notices a
painting near the computer and walks over to it, but doesn’t seem in the mood
to examine it further. He walks toward
the door, opening it.
(cut to): the bathroom.
Jill flushes the toilet then opens the door and pushes her out.
(cut to): the hall.
Just as she is shoved into the hall, Hamilton walks out of the studio. He looks glad to see her, yet slightly taken
Hamilton: What are you—
Jake: I was just coming to, um, check out something
Jill was working on for the Marshall account.
Could be what I need for the main page.
Hamilton: Oh yeah, I think I saw it. It’s really good, but all her stuff is
great. Don’t ever tell her I said that,
He smiles. Jake
Hamilton cont’d: Let’s go take a look.
Hamilton walks into the studio and Jake looks back at the bathroom
door. Jill opens it a little. Jake mouths “I hate you” to Jill who just
rolls her eyes, smiling.
(cut to): inside the studio. Hamilton walks over to the painting, still not inspired enough to
analyze it. Jake tilts her head,
Hamilton: Jake…can we save this for another day?
Hamilton: I’m just…I’d rather…I don’t want to talk
He sits down for a second and puts his head in his hands.
Hamilton cont’d: I’ve had kind of an emotional
Jake: I saw Julie leaving…
Hamilton: I don’t want to talk about it.
Jake takes a step back, finding it hard not to place a
hand on his shoulder, make some comforting gesture. She looks at him when he suddenly looks up at her.
Hamilton: Is it stuffy in here?
Hamilton: Can we go outside?
(cut to): the rooftop balcony outside the studio. The door opens from the studio and Hamilton
walks out, taking a deep breath. Jake
walks out behind him and closes the door.
Jake: God, how could you not love this city?
She walks to the edge of the balcony and looks out at the
Hamilton: Sometimes you can…not love it, that is.
Hamilton walks over to her and sits in a chair next to
Hamilton cont’d: Maybe I wanted too much, you
know? Too much from this city…from
life. I mean, I had this perfect, amazing
relationship, but…I fucked that up beyond all repair.
Hamilton looks up at her sincerely.
Hamilton: No…not Julie.
He pauses a moment, looking at her intensely. He drops the look and goes on.
Hamilton cont’d: Now I’ve got the perfect
career. I mean this thing we have…it’s
so fulfilling. I love what I do…what we
do…you and me and Jill.
Jake: So do I.
I’m twenty-five years old…that’s not old enough to feel how I feel.
Jake: Which is how?
Hamilton: Completely incomplete.
Jake: Where’s Will Krudski? He’d point out that that is an oxymoron.
Hamilton: I got an email from him last month. He’s about to start a book tour. We’ll have to see him when he comes to the
Jake cont’d: So…completely incomplete, huh?
Hamilton: Can I have a sip of that?
He points to the glass that is still in her hand.
Jake: It’s champagne.
She raises her eyebrows, but shrugs and hands it to
him. She leans against the rail and
looks out at the city. Hamilton takes a
big sip of champagne. He clearly
doesn’t like the taste, but that doesn’t stop him from taking another sip. He pushes the glass against Jake’s arm and
she takes it.
Hamilton cont’d: You’re my best friend.
Jake makes an effort not to react.
Hamilton cont’d: No one gets me like you do.
Jake: Maybe that’s because you don’t let them.
Hamilton: Or…maybe they don’t try as hard as you did.
Jake: I didn’t have to try hard—
She shuts up.
Jake cont’d: Is this leading somewhere?
Hamilton: Does it need to be?
Jake hands him the champagne glass and starts to walk
away. He grabs her hand as she walks by
and stands up. He sets the glass down.
Hamilton cont’d: Wait…there is a point.
He lets go of her hand.
Hamilton cont’d: These last few years have
been awkward, I know, but…I think it’s been working for us…this
friendship. I mean…have things…are
you…do you think—
Jake: Yes, it’s been working for me.
Hamilton: Even with Julie and…what’s his name? Adam?
Hamilton: Right, Eric. Where is he, by the way?
Never mind; not important. My
point is…you are still my best friend so…when I ask you this, you have
to be honest with me.
Hamilton: Have I lost it? I mean…because it really feels like I have…
Jake laughs. She
walks back over to him and leans against the railing. She picks up the champagne glass again and takes the last sip.
Jake: In what sense?
Hamilton: Have you ever had déjà vu?
Jake: Yeah, sure.
Hamilton: What’s it feel like? I mean, to you.
Jake: Um…I guess like I’ve done something before or
been somewhere when I haven’t.
Jake cont’d: What’s it like for you?
Hamilton: Well, like you said, but also a little like
it’s right, you know? Like whatever I
am doing feels really right.
Jake looks at him, waiting for him to go on.
Hamilton cont’d: I haven’t felt that in a
really long time. In fact, my life
feels like the complete opposite of déjà vu these days. Like there are cosmic forces working against
me and I’m having to push really hard to move forward in my life.
Jake: Okay…yeah, you have lost it.
She laughs, but he looks pretty serious.
Jake cont’d: We should get back to the
She takes his hand in an attempt to gently lead him back
toward the door. He follows her for a
second until he’s caught up with her, then he stops, stopping her too.
Hamilton: When we walked
out into the hall at the same time…
Jake looks at him pretty
Jake: …déjà vu?
Jake cont’d: I know, Hamilton, but…
She can’t seem to figure out just where that sentence was
going. He leans toward her, kissing her
(or barely kissing her). He pulls back
He starts to back away.
She’s pretty speechless and she lets him go without hesitation. He goes through the door, letting it slam
behind him. Jake turns back to the city
and leans against the balcony. The shot
zooms down into the city.
(flash forward to): the front of FPT Inc where we last
left Jake and Hamilton.
inside. Jake and Hamilton are
briefly silent, each still considering the past weekend. The conversation picks up where it left
off. Hamilton has just said the weekend
was not a mistake, but, rather, “refreshing.”
Hamilton: Um…refreshing because of the
conversation we had. Even though I
ended it stupidly, I felt like maybe we re-established a few things that have
been lost lately.
Jake: They weren’t lost…over-looked maybe.
Hamilton looks at her, considering pointing out that those
are kind of the same thing.
A beat. Hamilton
Hamilton cont’d: Well, I better get back home.
Jake: Everything good there?
Hamilton smiles weakly.
Hamilton: I think so…we’ve talked a lot this week
and…everything is at least better.
Hamilton: I’m sorry things didn’t work out with Eric.
She looks a little confused.
Jake: You got his name right.
Jake: You always knew it?
Hamilton smiles and turns to go. He gets as far as the counter when:
Jake cont’d: And, Hamilton…
He turns back around.
Jake cont’d: I don’t hate you. Even when I said I did, I didn’t. I could never…
He nods graciously.
Jake cont’d: I mean, after all, you did bring
me Sesame chicken in the middle of the night.
His smile turns to a smirk as he turns back around and
Hamilton: See you tomorrow, Jake.
(fade to): black.
(fade in): to FPT Inc.
It’s the next morning at about 8:45 a.m. Jake walks up to the door, carrying a cup of coffee. She’s also got a briefcase/portfolio thing
so to unlock the door she has to hold the cup with her mouth. As she struggles to do this and find her
keys, Jill walks up to the door, opening it for her. Jake walks in and sets her stuff down in the same chair Hamilton
did the night before. Jill locks the
door behind her. Jake holds her coffee
cup with both hands and takes a sip.
Jill: You’re addicted to that stuff.
Jake: Let’s not start listing vices.
Jill: You’re right…your list is too long.
Jill cont’d: So, what was Hamilton doing here
last night? Work?
Jake: He just stopped by to bring me some Sesame
Jill: In the middle of the night? See, we’re up to like three already.
Jill: …of your vices. Coffee…Sesame Chicken…Him…
Jake: Stop…you’ve been way too preoccupied with that
lately. Hamilton and I are friends
right now, that’s all.
Jill: Right now…see how you phrased that. You want him bad.
Jake: One of these times he’s going to overhear you
and…oh, God, you don’t say stuff like this to him, do you? I mean, please don’t get him to even think
in that direction, Jill. He’s with
Jill: Aka dumb bitch.
Jake: …and that’s what he should be focusing on.
What about work…this company?
Jake: Sure, that too. And even this friendship with me that he’s been talking about
Jill: “Talking”…yeah, right…
Jake: I’m never confiding in you again.
Jake takes the last sip of her coffee and throws the cup
away. She picks up her briefcase and
walks past Jill.
Jill: What is it with you two and rooftops anyway?
Jake turns around with a pleading look for Jill to drop
it. Jill drops all sarcasm.
Jill: Hey, Jacqueline, I’m sorry. I know this must all be really stressful for
you, not to mention all these new accounts.
Jake: I’m fine.
You’re right. I should be able
to joke about all this.
Jill sighs and walks over to her, hugging her. Jake hugs her back, probably glad for the
gesture. The door unlocks.
(cut to): Hamilton as he walks in and sees what’s going
on. He raises his eyebrows and smirks
Hamilton: Didn’t I tell you not to start the morning
orgy without me?
Jill lets go of Jake and turns around.
Jill: Grow up, Ham.
She walks behind the counter.
Hamilton: She okay?
Hamilton cont’d: You?
Jake: Everything is fine. Come on, we’ve got work to do.
(cut to): An architectural firm, Denton and Associates,
which is housed in one of the many office buildings in Manhattan.
(cut to): Scout Calhoun’s office. He’s just arrived and is sipping water from
a coffee mug. He’s dressed in a three-piece suit and looks very
professional. His phone rings. Scout hits the speaker phone and slides into
Secretary: Mr. Calhoun, Jill Thomas on the line for
Scout: Thanks Nancy…
Secretary: Yes, sir, here she is.
He waits for it to click over.
Jill: Hey sexy…
Scout: You know, my secretary probably thinks I’m
having an affair.
Jill: Are you?
Scout: Yeah…with Jill Thomas.
(cut to): Jill at her desk. Some of the other employees have come into the office. At it’s busiest, there are 15 people on
staff. Jill is watching Jake and
Hamilton. They’re sitting at Jake’s
(cut to): Scout.
Jill: Next time you see Hamilton, do me a favor?
Jill: Find out how he feels about Jacqueline.
Scout: Why don’t you ask him?
(cut to): Jill.
She’s watching Hamilton and Jake again.
Jill: Look, according to Jacqueline the friends thing
is working out, but he also tried to kiss her on the roof the other night at
the party so…
Scout: He did what?
Jill: Tell me about it.
Scout: What about Julie? He’s been with her for like a year now. I always thought he was over that whole thing with Jake…
Jill: And, maybe he is…
Scout: Okay…I’ll try to find out what’s going on with
The next few lines are cut back and forth so that you see
each person when they speak:
Jill: Thanks…I love that you’re as nosey as me.
Scout: Speaking of…about that other thing…
Jill: It’s still set for this afternoon.
I love you.
Jill: I love you too.
(cut to): FPT Inc.
Jill hangs up the phone and gets up to join Jake and Hamilton.
(cut to): Hamilton and Jake at her computer.
Jake: What do you think about the color?
Hamilton: I don’t know…blue is—
Jake: …what everyone uses.
Jake: Okay…color suggestions?
Jill: Green scheme?
Hamilton: Oh, yeah…good call. I was just about to say that green would be
great with the main page too.
Jake: Okay…let’s see…
Jake gets starts typing and making a few changes. Hamilton reaches around her and gets a
pencil so he can jot down some notes.
Jill looks back and forth between them, she smiles.
(dissolve to): a residential area in Manhattan, that
evening. This is Hamilton’s
neighborhood. He and Scout come walking
out of a building, Hamilton’s building.
They’re in athletic gear and Scout carries a basketball. They walk down the steps.
(cut to): the side of the building where, naturally, a basketball goal is setup. Scout and Hamilton walk around the
corner. Scout dribbles then takes a
Hamilton: So…Jill left early today. You two have a mid-afternoon meeting?
He has spoken suggestively enough to make Scout miss the
shot he throws up.
Scout: She had a doctor’s appointment actually. I would have liked to go with her, but I was
in meetings all afternoon.
Hamilton: Is she okay?
Scout stops dribbling the ball. He turns to Hamilton, smiling.
Scout: She’s fine…more than fine. So am I.
Hamilton gives him a perplexed look, not getting the
obvious. He looks down at the
basketball a minute as it registers.
Hamilton: Oh my God…holy shit…Scout, that’s…that great…
He gives him a big hug and steps back.
Hamilton cont’d: You’re going to be a dad? That’s so…cool.
Scout smiles and takes another shot, making it this time.
Scout: We’ve known, but were waiting to tell everyone
until after this first trimester check up thing. You’re actually like the first to know officially.
This is so heavy…parenthood.
Hamilton leans against the basketball goal post.
Scout: Well, you know, maybe someday you and Julie
The look on Hamilton’s face makes him stop. Scout raises his eyebrows hoping to prompt
some sort of verbal explanation from Hamilton.
Hamilton: Who said I wanted kids?
Scout: Okay…no one said you had to have kids…calm
Hamilton: And if I do…who said I wanted them with
Scout: Okay…back off.
Scout passes the ball to Hamilton who holds it, taking a
Hamilton passes the ball back.
Scout: No sweat.
He dribbles the ball again and starts shooting.
mean, just keeping up this relationship is hard enough.
Scout stops dribbling.
Scout: Want to talk about it?
Hamilton looks hesitant, but then glad for the offer.
Hamilton: I don’t know if it’s her or the
relationship, but…I’ve never had to put this much effort into anything in my
Scout: But, it’s worth it, right? I mean, you love her, right?
Hamilton: Of course…
He doesn’t look at Scout anymore. He goes after the ball the next time it
falls and takes a shot, missing.
Scout: You do love her?
Hamilton: Didn’t I just say I did?
Hamilton: I care about her at least.
Scout looks at his in disbelief.
Scout stops dribbling again. He looks pretty shocked.
Scout: And, you don’t see a problem with this?
Hamilton: I…I’m not ending things with her. I need this relationship. I mean, we had a fight at the party and
then…I just…I realized I need her.
Scout nods, trying to be accepting.
Hamilton: What I had with Jake…that was intense and
real, but I can’t do that again. It was
too much…too intense…too—
Hamilton looks down.
Hamilton: I screwed up. Do you even know what I did?
Scout: Something about another girl…I never got the
Hamilton looks at him, wondering if he should tell
him. Scout has just shared the baby
news and Ham seems resolved to open up.
Hamilton: The night before Jake was supposed to move
in, I went to this party and—
Scout: …got wasted.
Hamilton: Don’t I even wish. Then maybe I wouldn’t have to replay the
stupidity of that night over and over…it would have been gone when the buzz
Scout’s interest is fairly piqued. Hamilton hesitates another moment before
Hamilton cont’d: I was talking to this girl
who, unlike me, was lucky enough to be pretty wasted. She wasn’t that interesting, but she seemed really into me so I
hung out with her all night until she kind of sobered up at like five a.m. Then I took her back to my place. I knew Jake would be there at eight. I didn’t even let this girl touch me until
Hamilton bringing the girl into the apartment. It doesn’t matter what she looks like…which is the point. She tries to move in to kiss him, but he
(flash forward to):
Scout listening, but not quite believing Hamilton would do this. Hamilton leans against the basketball post
and slides down so that he is sitting.
He swallows and looks down at the basketball in his hands. He closes his eyes before continuing.
Hamilton cont’d: When Jake got there, I was
about halfway through fucking this half sober, uninteresting…unsuspecting girl.
Jake as she unlocks Hamilton’s
door and enters carrying a box.
(quick cut to): Hamilton and the girl. Very brief as he looks up at the bedroom
(quick cut to): Jake at the bedroom door. She doesn’t freak out, she just turns around
and walks away.
(quick cut to): the box of stuff she carried in still
laying on the floor.
(quick cut to): the door falling closed behind her.
(flash forward to): Scout and Hamilton at the basketball
court. Scout’s jaw drops a little, if
for nothing more than Hamilton’s phrasing.
He doesn’t say anything, but doesn’t look pleased. Hamilton has been telling the story without
looking at Scout. He sighs then looks
up at Scout. Scout looks pretty
disgusted with the story.
Hamilton: Too much information…sorry.
Scout: It’s not that…I’m just kind of surprised that
Hamilton: …I am too.
Scout: That’s really harsh…I mean, if you didn’t want
to be with her—
know. Like I said, I replay that moment
all the time. And…it’s not that I
didn’t want to be with her.
Scout: I find that a little hard to believe.
Hamilton: I admit it; I was scared. Loving her was so easy. That’s really a scary and weird thing. Putting no work into something and getting
so much back…it’s too easy.
Scout gives him a doubting look.
Hamilton: I was a coward and…I paid for it. Luckily, I didn’t have to lose everything
and I’ve managed to keep my best friend…
Scout: And you don’t think you’re being a coward now?
Hamilton looks a little angry at this.
Scout cont’d: No offense, but…staying with a
girl that you don’t love…
Hamilton: I love her.
Scout shakes his head, knowing he can’t figure this out.
Let’s just play ball, okay?
Hamilton grabs the ball from Scout’s hands and takes a
(dissolve to): Jill in the kitchen cooking. Scout walks in from the living room. He looks like he’s had a good work out from
Scout: Honey…I’m home.
Jill looks up, smiling.
Scout cont’d: I never get to say that…I’m
always home before you.
Scout walks over to Jill, kissing her on the cheek then
neck. He bends down and kisses her stomach
then stands back up. He smiles.
Jill: Are you happy?
He leans toward her slightly, touching her arm.
Scout: More than you probably imagine.
Jill: Would you still be as happy if I asked you to
take a shower?
Scout chuckles. He steps back a little.
Scout: I told Hamilton…about the baby.
Jill: What’d he say?
Scout: I think his exact words were “oh my God…holy
shit.” He freaked a little when I
suggested maybe he and Julie would—
Don’t even say that.
Scout: Ironically, that’s about the same reaction I
got out of him. I couldn’t
figure out anything about Jake, though.
Jill: Did you even ask him about her?
Scout: Uh…not really.
Jill: That bad, huh?
Scout looks down.
Scout: I think I heard more than I wanted to tonight.
Scout: Meaning that guy has some issues. It’s like…he realizes stuff, but won’t admit
Jill: Like that he’s in love with Jacqueline?
Scout: Among other things…maybe. I couldn’t figure it out, though, and he
didn’t come out and say specifically that so…I’m not sure.
Jill: Maybe I should have just talked to him
myself…you seem kind of—
Scout: I’m going to go take a shower.
He turns to go and Jill watches him, a little perplexed
over what he wasn’t telling her. Before
he gets out the door, he turns around, grinning. Jill tilts her head.
Scout: We’re having a baby.
Jill: Yes, we are.
Scout: I just like saying it.
She grins, totally in love with this guy…this life. He looks back with similar sentiments. A beat.
Scout: Hey, did you tell Jake?
Jill: Not yet.
Scout: Can I?
Jill: She’s coming over around nine…I told her I
wanted her to look at some stuff I’m working on. We can tell her together.
Scout: You know, why don’t I walk her over since
it’ll be dark?
Jill tilts her head, but trusts him enough not to ask.
Jill: Okay…sounds like a smart idea.
Scout: Oh, man, I have to call Will.
Jill: Shower first, Dear.
Scout nods and walks out happily.
(dissolve to): Jake in her apartment at her computer. This is the first time we’ve seen it. It’s how you would expect her apartment to
look. Nothing too frilly or fancy, but
definitely an air of sophistication.
It’s neat. It doesn’t seem huge,
but it seems big enough. We’re in her
living room. There’s a couch facing the
door. Her computer is at a desk and she
is typing. A cat comes walking around
the corner with a meow.
The cat is pretty old, over nine years. He’s an orange tabby…yes, it’s the cat. Jake picks him up and sets him in her lap as
she continues to type.
Jake: Never hurts to keep up correspondence with old
The cat meows.
Jake: You’re right…talking to your cat is pretty
creepy. I’ll stop.
She happens to glance up at the clock.
(cut to): the clock, which reads “9:02.”
Jake cont’d: Shit.
Jake hits send and stands up, setting the cat down. There is a knock at her door. She looks at the cat like “expecting
company?” She walks over to the door
opening it. Scout is standing in her
Jake: What are you doing here?
Scout: I thought you might want someone to walk
with…since it’s so late and all.
Jake: Uh-huh…did Jill send you?
Scout: Not really.
I just thought it might give us the chance to talk about a few things.
Jake looks very perplexed by this, but grabs a coat and
nudges Scout out of the doorway and into the hall.
(cut to): a shot in the hall as Jake locks her door.
Jake: Let’s talk and walk…I don’t have all night.
(cut to): the street as they walk toward Scout’s
Jake: So…what’s the topic of discussion?
Scout: Um…I was playing basketball with Hamilton
Jake: Well, that’s fascinating. Who won?
Scout: You never told Jill what happened with
Hamilton…before your graduation…did you?
Jake: Sure I did.
Scout: But…not the play by play?
Jake looks up at him.
She stops walking.
Jake: No…not the play by play.
Scout: I didn’t think so.
Scout: Because…Jill wouldn’t be talking to him, let
alone in business with him, if she knew...if she knew everything.
Jake: Well, I know…and I’m in business with
Scout: You’re very forgiving.
Jake: Look, whatever he said to you, Scout…it wasn’t
that dramatic…or traumatic.
He turns to start walking again.
Jake: Did he say…
Scout stops and turns around again. Jake looks down…very hurt by the memory.
Jake cont’d: Did he say why?
Jake: I mean…did he say what I did or said to make
him…was I pushing too hard? I
could never remember which of us suggested I move in with him…was it
Scout: No…no…he…he didn’t really—
Jake: …or did he just pull the coward routine?
Scout: Yeah…yeah he did…
Jake: Then he’s still a coward. Come on…
She turns to walk again.
Scout sighs and follows her.
(cut to): the apartment.
Jill is in her studio working on a painting…probably some unobvious
mother theme happening in it. She looks
up as the sound of the front door startles her. She smiles and exits the studio.
(cut to): Scout and Jake as they come in.
Scout: Okay, sit down on the couch while I go get
Scout, I’ll just go back to the studio.
Jill walks down the hallway from the studio.
Scout: Can you just sit down?
Jake looks back and forth between them. They both look pretty happy and despite her
bad mood, she can’t help smiling.
Scout nods to the couch.
Jake cont’d: Fine…
She rolls her eyes and marches over to the couch, sitting
down. Jill walks over and sits on the
coffee table in front of her and Scout sits next to Jill.
Jill: I don’t really have any new stuff to show you,
but I do have some big news…
Scout: Huge really…huge news.
Jill looks at him and smiles. He looks at her and she nods.
Come on…you guys are freaking me out.
Scout reaches over and takes Jill’s hand.
Jake looks at Jill first, processing. Jill smiles.
Jake: Oh my God…holy shit…
Jill and Scout look at each other…recognizing the
Jake: You guys…that’s great.
She leans forward hugging them both in one embrace.
Jake: Wow…I mean…wow…
She leans back again, looking at them.
Jake cont’d: Well…I think that pretty much
negates my bad mood.
Jill: Bad mood?
What bad mood?
She looks at Scout questioningly.
Jake: Just in general…typical pessimistic outlook on
Jill: Yeah, right…what’s going on?
Jake: Can I get away with saying I don’t want to ruin
this moment by talking about it?
Jill looks at her, a little sad, but she perks up.
Jake: A baby?
A baby. I’m so happy for
(cut to): Jill and Scout who look pretty happy themselves.
(cut to): Hamilton’s apartment. He’s in the kitchen doing dishes. Julie walks in, but Hamilton doesn’t notice, he’s pretty lost in
thought right now. Julie walks up
behind him and puts her arms around hit waist.
He snaps out of it and turns his head back to give her a kiss.
Julie: Penny for your thoughts…
Hamilton looks down at the dishes.
Hamilton: We’re almost out of Dawn.
Julie let’s go of him and steps back.
Julie: How romantic.
He turns around, drying his hands on a towel. He puts his hands on her waist and smiles
Hamilton: Sorry…I can be romantic.
She smiles and runs her hand up his arm not stopping until
she reaches the back of his neck. He
takes her other hand and gently leads it up so that she has her arms around his
neck, but she’s still a good distance away.
He leans forward, kissing her briefly then pulling back. His playfulness has faded a little as he
leans in for another kiss.
Julie: I love you.
Hamilton briefly hesitates, then tries to kiss her
again. She pulls back.
Julie cont’d: I love you.
Hamilton stares at her, mustering the nerve to say it
back. She drops her arms, crossing them
in front of her.
Hamilton: I…did I tell you that Jill and Scout are
having a baby?
Hamilton: I do.
I mean, my best friends are going to be parents…that’s huge.
Julie: And me saying that I love you is…less huge?
Hamilton: It’s not the first time you’ve said it…that
we’ve said it.
Julie: Well, we seem to be having trouble
saying it tonight.
Hamilton has an epiphany.
Hamilton: I’m an idiot.
Julie smiles, expecting him to go in a direction that
Hamilton cont’d: Saying I love you…I thought that
was the brave thing to do.
Hamilton: If I tell you I love you…I’ll have never
been more of a coward.
Julie gets hostile.
Julie: You are so fucking screwed up.
Hamilton looks insulted.
Julie cont’d: You’re just so sensitive,
aren’t you? Well, you’re also
selfish. You act like being in this
relationship makes you some kind martyr.
Like, I’m the bad guy impending your quest to find perfect love. I mean, get over yourself…you’re not that
special. You take your own feelings way
too seriously and, I’m sick of it. I
should have left last weekend when I had the chance…I’m out of here.
She walks out.
Hamilton: No, no..wait…
He walks after her.
Hamilton cont’d: I need you, J-Julie…I…
Julie: You don’t need me; you need a shrink.
Julie: You are in some serious denial.
Denial about what?
Julie: You know; I don’t…that’s the problem,
but you’re using this relationship and me. I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to
realize this. I’m leaving; I’m out of
here and out of this fucked up little world you’ve created to hide from your
problems…or, your fears. You’re right;
you are a coward.
She walks out.
Hamilton walks over to the kitchen table and sits down. He looks around, angry. He gets up and shoves the chair under the table
so hard that is falls over. He leans
against the wall and slides down it until he is sitting on the floor. He draws his knees up and puts his arms out
on them with clasped hands. He looks
generally pissed off and upset.
(dissolve to): an establishing shot of a New York street.
(cut to): The living room of Jake’s apartment. The lights are off.
(cut to): her bedroom.
She’s lying in her bed.
(cut to): an overhead shot of Jake. She’s lying on her back, with the covers
pulled up under her arms. She’s not
even close to asleep. She stares at the
ceiling, past the camera. It’s hard to
read, but her look isn’t unlike Hamilton’s…a sort of angry acceptance mixed
with utter confusion…a completely torn expression.
(dissolve with): the shot of Hamilton on the floor in his
kitchen. The comparison is now even
more obvious. Neither of them
move. The shot holds like this for a
(flashback to): the living room of Hamilton’s apartment, three years ago. No one is in there, but there are voices
coming from another room.
(cut to): the bathroom.
Hamilton is at the sink, washing his face and Jake stands in the
doorway. He stands up, reaching for a
towel without being that close to it.
Jake pulls the hand towel off of the rack and hands it to him. He takes it and stands up completely, drying
his face off, not realizing where the towel came from. Jake rolls her eyes and smiles. Hamilton looks at the towel then at her, getting
She smiles. He
walks over to the doorway, putting one hand on either side of the doorframe.
Hamilton cont’d: I’m not going to the party if you’re
Jake: I have a bunch of stuff to get packed up.
Hamilton: Well, I’ll come over and help you.
Jake: My mom and I are doing like a final bonding
night thing…I can’t believe I’ve been living in that house for the past four
years…I didn’t even live there in high school.
Hamilton: It’s probably cheaper than a dorm room in
this city…definitely cheaper than this apartment.
Jake: Well, I’m really glad that I’m getting out of
Hamilton: Yeah…me too.
He grins and leans in, kissing her. When he pulls back:
Hamilton cont’d: Well, I’m definitely not
going to this thing without you…what’ll I do without you?
He seems slightly distracted by what he’s just said and
doesn’t quite hear her next comment.
Jake: Get wasted with a bunch of lame freshmen frat
He’s still distracted.
Jake cont’d: Hey…isn’t that your cue?
Hamilton: Uh…what’d you say?
Jake: That you could get drunk.
You know I don’t drink.
A beat. Jake leans
toward him, putting her forehead to his.
Jake: You okay?
Hamilton: Yeah…no, yeah…I’m fine…I’m…fine.
He kisses her quickly, but with great sincerity.
Hamilton cont’d: Should I go?
(flash forward to): the overhead shot of Jake in her
bed. Maybe she’s been replaying this
memory. She’s very obviously
(cut to): Hamilton in the same position as before. Julie walks by carrying a bag. Hamilton doesn’t look up as she continues on
and slams the front door on her way out.
He flinches as the door slams.
(flashback to): graduation morning three years ago. It’s the same shot from before as Jake walks
out, leaving her box. The door falls
closed behind her.
(fade out): to black.
(fade in): to FPT Inc.
It’s the next day and about seven a.m., but lights are on.
(cut to): inside.
Jake is sitting at her desk.
She’s got both her legs pulled up in the chair and is staring at the
computer screen. The camera pans around
so that it is behind her shoulder. The
computer screen is blank. The door
unlocks as Hamilton walks in carrying a small paper bag. The camera tilts up as he walks in. Once he gets close to the counter he sees
(cut to): a medium shot from the side including both of
them. Hamilton walks past the counter.
He walks on to his desk looking at her a little suspiciously.
Hamilton: Today is my day, right?
Jake: I don’t know about that, but…yes…it’s
your day to be in early.
He notices the blank computer screen as he leans against
Hamilton: Um…are you doing the scary psycho killer
thing on purpose?
Jake gives him a dirty look and leans forward, turning her
Hamilton cont’d: Bagel?
He pulls the bagel out of the bag.
Jake: You’ve only got one.
Hamilton: Yes, but…
He pulls it apart.
Hamilton cont’d: I’ve got two halves.
He holds it out to her, but doesn’t move so that she has
to get up to retrieve her half. She
does so reluctantly.
Jake: Stop being charming…
He smiles and pulls out a knife and some cream cheese,
handing it to her.
Jake cont’d: I’m serious…I’m really mad at you.
Hamilton looks a little confused by that.
Hamilton: I knew I should’ve got the orange juice
Jake looks at the bagel in her hands, then at his. He’s given her the bigger half. The whole bagel thing has really thrown her
off, but, after taking a deep breath, she pursues what she intended to:
Jake: What made you think it was a good idea to tell
He’s busted and he knows it. He puts his half of the bagel back into the bag and sets it
down. Jake sets hers down on his desk.
Hamilton: Tell Scout what?
Jake: The “play by play” as he called it.
Hamilton: It wasn’t like I was bragging about it or
Jake: Yeah, well…I wouldn’t think so.
Jake cont’d: I think that’s one story that
isn’t yours to tell.
Jake cont’d: I mean, God, Hamilton…if I’d
wanted Scout to know, I would have told Jill.
And, telling Jill would have just been…bad. First, she would have probably personally tried to kill you,
which would not have put the three of us on such great terms to do this…
She indicates the office.
Jake cont’d: And besides that…don’t you think
that it’s embarrassing for me? Scout
looked like he just wanted to hug me or…shoot me and put me out of my
She seems unprepared to follow through with what she’s
started, but she realizes that there’s no turning back. She interrupts:
Jake: Hang on…that morning three years ago was the single
worst experience of my life. It took me
a long time to not have that be the first thought that popped in my head when I
thought about you. And, when we started
hanging out again…it was the same struggle all over again. And, the fact that you just told him
like it was no big deal…
She stops as her voice cracks; she starts to cry as she
Jake cont’d: And I’ve been sitting there trying to
build some strength for the past hour so that I could say that to you without
doing…this…when you come in with your stupid bagel halves and make me
momentarily forget how mad I am at you…
Hamilton doesn’t know what to say or do. He finally collapses into his chair and puts
his head in his hands.
Hamilton: I’m sorry.
He looks up at her, practically in tears himself.
Hamilton cont’d: I know I couldn’t say that
enough times in my life to make everything right, but if you only knew how much
I mean it…if you knew how much I feel it…everyday. That’s what enters my mind when I think of you…when
I see you. I…I told Scout because I wanted
him to hate me for it, but…I…I don’t want you to hate me.
Jake: Just stop, Hamilton.
She wipes off her face.
Jake cont’d: Tell Jill I’m home sick…make her
believe it because the last thing I want to do is stress her out right now,
He nods weakly.
She turns and walks out, not taking anything with her. He watches her for a moment then sheds a few
tears of his own. In a moment of utter
disappointment and dejection, he puts his head down on his desk.
(dissolve to): the front of the building, a little
later. Jill is unlocking the door.
(cut to): Hamilton at his desk, with his head still
down. Jill gets past the counter and
notices him. She tilts her head. She puts her stuff down on her own desk and
starts to walk over to him.
Hamilton: I’m not asleep and…I don’t want to talk
She walks over and places a hand on the back of his neck.
Jill cont’d: Sweetie…everyone’s going to start
getting here soon so…
He nods with his head still down. He takes a deep breath then picks his head
up. His hair is pressed onto his
forehead and he pushes it back, running both hands through it. He hasn’t been sitting there weeping or
anything, just thinking…I mean, we’re not talking tears still running down his
face, but he looks bad anyway. Jill,
though, seems to decide against the “you look like Hell” comment. He doesn’t look at Jill at first, but she
watches him as he picks up the bag with his bagel in it. He notices Jake’s half, still on the
desk. He picks that up too and puts it
back into the bag, throwing it all into the trash can under his desk.
Hamilton: Hey, um…Jake’s not coming in today,
okay? She called and she’s really
Jill looks a little worried.
Hamilton cont’d: Um…not really sick,
you know…just a little under-the-weather.
Nothing to worry about.
As he says this he remembers the reason for no stress and
Jill: Look happier about her being sick.
Hamilton: Shut up…mom.
He stands up, grinning and giving her a hug.
Hamilton cont’d: Congratulations.
Jill: Thank you.
He keeps hugging her and she seems to sense something is
wrong. She doesn’t push, though. Instead, she keeps hugging him.
(dissolve to): the end of the day. A group of employees is leaving. Hamilton is at a layout board with a light
underneath. He is examining some
negatives. Jill is at her desk, typing
up something on the computer. When she
finishes, she flips the monitor off and walks over to him.
Jill: I like that one. I saw it earlier.
Hamilton: Well, I had it narrowed down between that
one and another one so…choice made.
Jill: I think I’m going to head out.
Hamilton seems pretty focused on the pictures.
Jill cont’d: If you wanted to talk…you would,
Hamilton looks at her.
Hamilton: I…yeah, of course.
She puts her arm around him a moment in a comforting
gesture, then starts to walk away.
Hamilton: I just…had a rough night last night
followed by a less than wonderful morning…which made today feel really long…
Jill has turned back toward him.
Hamilton cont’d: …and horrible…and, bad…I
He doesn’t look up, he just talks.
Hamilton cont’d: And, I…can’t…deal…with the guilt
anymore…but…I can’t…get away from it…I’ve tried…I mean…I’ve really tried to get
away from it…then I tried to deal with it…nothing works. I want to make it better, but…
He looks at her, finally.
Hamilton cont’d: I can’t, Jill…I just can’t…
She thinks for a moment, not wanting to throw out her
Jill: Maybe instead of focusing on making it better
you could work on…moving on. Then
you’re not stuck in some moment. It’s
like that old U2 song.
Hamilton: You don’t know everything that happened in
the past…it’s just not that easy.
Jill: You had sex with someone else…okay…I’ve
honestly wondered if you didn’t just make that up as an easy out of a
relationship that suddenly got commitment-heavy.
Hamilton: I’m not anti-commitment…I wish things were
that easy…I could just play my “I’m a guy” card and I wouldn’t feel like this.
Jill: Did something happen?
Hamilton: Julie moved out last night.
Hamilton: I shouldn’t be talking to you…I mean, you
have other things on your mind…which are so much cooler than this, by
He actually smiles for the first time in the conversation.
Jill: I’ve got like the next six months to think
about that so…I think I can spare a few minutes on you.
Hamilton looks at her, glad that she said this.
Jill cont’d: Why don’t we get out of
here? We can walk around or something?
(dissolve to): Hamilton and Jill walking through a park.
Jill: So…I’m confused.
They have reached a bench and Hamilton stops walking and
sits down. Jill sits down as she continues
Jill cont’d: I mean…are you upset over her
moving out or…what she said?
Hamilton: I think I should say both.
Jill raises her eyebrows.
Hamilton cont’d: I’m just…I’m mad that she was
right and that she left because of it…mad at myself, you know? For letting her figure it out…before I
did. Mad that…that I couldn’t say “I
love you” back to her and live with myself.
Jill: Yeah…she was a sweet girl…
Hamilton has his head tilted down. He glances up at her, smiling.
Hamilton: You hate her, don’t you?
Jill looks apologetic, but in agreement with his
Hamilton: And…does Jake…Jacqueline hate her too?
Jill: She would never say it even if she did. She has this respect for you…and your
relationship with Julie…former relationship…
Hamilton nods. A
Jill cont’d: It was easier for her when she was with
Eric, but I think she was doing kind of what you were…hiding behind that
relationship because she couldn’t be in the one she wanted to be in—
Hamilton: Wait…wait…don’t misread what I’m saying
here. Saying that I wasn’t in love with
Julie and that I’m still in love with…I mean…that’s not what I’m saying.
Jill: All right.
Hamilton: You’re…you’re less disapproving than
Scout…not something I would have guessed.
Jill: I have a feeling that you told him stuff that
you didn’t tell me. Last night, he
looked pretty…shocked, to say the least.
Hamilton: Yeah…shocked enough to tell her that
I told him, apparently. That didn’t go
over so well.
Jill: When she called—
Hamilton: She didn’t call. She was there before I was this morning.
Hamilton: She would probably kill me if she knew I
was talking to you…she was so mad I told Scout…
Jill: …this was about…the cheating?
Hamilton: I don’t need you to hate right now and…it’s
not my story to tell, anyway.
Jill: In that case…I don’t think I want to know.
He closes his eyes a moment, like Jake did earlier, trying
to erase the memory…unsuccessfully.
Jill puts her arm around him, standing up while pulling him up too.
Jill: Come on, Mr. Pouty Man…
Hamilton: This has been…soothing.
Jill: Want to come home with me for dinner?
Hamilton: I think I’m going to go home…enjoy the
emptiness of my apartment.
Jill: Okay…well…call me later or something. Give me a proof of life?
Jill gives him another big, long hug.
Jill: You’ll be fine. Remember…the future is what’s important.
They part and he gives her a mischievous look. She raises her eyebrows questioningly and he
takes a knee…talking to her stomach.
Hamilton: Listen…your mom is real smart
so…listen to what she tells you. Don’t
tell her everything, though, because she’ll do what it takes to protect you…but
that’s just her way of showing that she loves you. She’s cool like that…just ask your Aunt Jacqueline.
A group of girls walk by, giggling at them.
Jill: God, get up…people are going to think you’re
He stands up.
Hamilton: You’re going to be a good mom, Jill.
Jill: Have I said how happy I am?
Hamilton: No, but…I know. You should have seen Scout…I think he was
thrilled to be able to tell me...tell someone.
Jill: He’s been wonderful.
Hamilton: Anyway…I’ve kept you too long.
He takes a step back, indicating they’ll be leaving in
Hamilton cont’d: This, by the way…
He gestures to her stomach.
Hamilton cont’d: …has an amazing ability to
negate the way I’ve been feeling.
(dissolve to): Scout and Jill in their living room. Scout is sitting on the couch and Jill,
lying down, has her head on his lap.
Scout has one hand on her stomach.
She has both her hands over his hand.
He’s running his other hand through her hair.
Scout: Well, he was definitely right about two
things…you didn’t hear everything that happened and you are
He looks down and she looks up.
Scout cont’d: …but, you were right about the
past too…I should have thought of that.
Jill: When I walked into the office…he just looked
like such crap…I almost said that to him, but…I was afraid he’d start crying.
Scout: This has quickly spiraled into a bad
situation. It seemed like everything
was just getting normal with them.
Jill: How could anything ever be normal with “Jake”
Scout: Relatively normal, then.
Jill: Speaking of relatives, I called my dad today.
Scout: Did you tell him?
Jill: Uh-huh…I think he was crying…in a good way.
Scout: I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell my
dad why the hyphenated last name is important to us.
Jill closes her eyes as she continues talking to him:
Jill: If he’s set on Calhoun…I could deal with that.
Scout: You could?
Jill: It is the name of a man I happen to love
very very very much.
Scout: You’re going to have to be pregnant more often…it
has put you in a very very very agreeable mood.
Jill: Yeah…I’d say yes to about anything…
Scout: Well…let me not miss that opportunity.
(cut to): Jake’s apartment. Jake is pacing around the living room, carrying the cat.
Jake: This is beyond pathetic. I’m a grown woman, for God’s sake.
She sets the cat down and walks over to the phone with
purpose. We’re fully convinced that she’ll make the call. She gets as far as placing her hand on it
when she turns abruptly. The cat looks up
at her from the couch.
Jake cont’d: …shut up.
He meows and walks toward her. She sighs.
Jake cont’d: It’s hard not to miss him, huh?
The cat meows again.
Jake walks over and pets him.
Jake cont’d: And you’ve never even had his
coffee…that’s some good stuff.
She looks at the cat a minute longer then turns to the
(cut to): Hamilton’s apartment. He has his cordless phone in one hand and sits on his bed. In his other hand is a coffee cup. He takes a sip from it and sets it down on
the nightstand. He dials.
(cut to): Jill and Scout’s living room, above the
couch. The phone rings. The camera pans around until it reaches
their phone that rings again. The
camera pans again until it reaches the couch where Jill and Scout are
definitely getting into foreplay territory.
They’re sitting up and Scout is unbuttoning Jill’s shirt, kissing
her. The phone rings again and Scout
looks over at it then up at her. She
looks at him like “do you really want to answer that?” He gets the hint and turns back to her,
kissing her. The phone rings again.
(cut to): Jake as she finishes dialing. She’s calling him. She gets a busy signal.
She slams down the phone.
Jake: Dammit, Hamilton…
(cut to): Hamilton.
He holds the phone away from his ear and turns it off, tossing it onto
the bed. He looks over at it.
Hamilton: Don’t be stupid…
He looks at his cup of coffee thinking of taking another
sip. He picks up the phone.
Hamilton cont’d: You have no idea what you’re going
Hamilton cont’d: Talking to yourself like a character
in a soap opera…you do need a shrink…God, this is so ridiculous.
He dials a number.
(cut to): Jake’s apartment. She’s standing by the phone so when it rings, she’s pretty
startled. She picks it up hesitantly.
(cut to): Hamilton’s apartment. He hesitates a moment.
(slide to): a split screen so that we can see them
both. Hamilton is still seated on his
bed. Jake is pacing.
Jake: Hi…weird…I just tried to call you.
Hamilton: I was…trying to call Jill…about work…
Hamilton: …which is not why I’m calling you…at
Jake stops pacing.
Hamilton stands up. Hamilton
Jake: Why are you calling?
Hamilton: Uh…why were you calling me?
Jake: I asked you first.
Hamilton: You called me first…
Jake hesitates, looking around. She looks at the cat who seems pretty uninterested as he cleans
his face with his paws.
Jake: You haven’t been by to see your cat in…awhile.
Hamilton smiles at the bluff.
Hamilton: No…I haven’t.
They both start to talk.
He sits down again.
Jake: I don’t know.
She walks over to the couch and sits on the arm.
Hamilton: Ever feel like…fifteen again?
Jake: Like right now?
Hamilton laughs. A
Jake: I was calling because…
Hamilton: You know…maybe we could just not talk about
Hamilton: Anything other than…the future.
Jake: You talked to Jill, didn’t you?
Hamilton doesn’t say anything.
Jake cont’d: It’s okay…it just…sounded like
something she would say.
Hamilton: Exceedingly optimistic?
Hamilton: Can you believe she’s having a baby?
Jake smiles, and moves from the arm of the couch to
actually sitting on it. She leans
against the arm.
Jake: It’s amazing.
I guess she’s got room to be optimistic.
Hamilton leans back against the headboard of his bed and
pulls one of his legs onto the bed.
Hamilton: …and we don’t?
Jake: I don’t know, Hamilton. Life hasn’t been pushing me in that
Hamilton: Maybe…maybe we haven’t been pushing life in
Jake: You really have been talking to Jill.
Hamilton: I came up with that one on my own actually.
Ham leans forward again as Jake puts her elbows on her
Jake: I don’t know what to do here…
Hamilton: It’s so hard…knowing you’re never going to
be able to forgive me…it’s like…my own personal hell. I’ve been thinking about it non-stop lately.
Jake is tired of this constant “do you still hate me?”
Jake: Hamilton…I forgave you a long time
ago…everything’s just kind of blown up lately…I don’t understand it at all….
Hamilton: You forgave me? How could you have—
Jake: It’s not the forgiving that’s the hard part.
Hamilton is anxious to here more.
Jake cont’d: What’s hard is forgetting. Three years ago and…I remember that morning
better than I remember this morning, but…you’re important to me and I’m
willing to put the work into…moving on.
Hamilton: Should we…be doing this in person?
Jake: Doing what?
Hamilton: Recovering our friendship. I really need to get my best friend back.
She puts one hand on her temple as she continues to hold
the phone with the other.
Jake: So do I…
Hamilton: Should I—
She searches for the right words. She gets up and paces again.
Jake cont’d: Let’s…take Jill’s advice. Tomorrow, there will be no past.
Hamilton: And we just…start over?
Jake: Yeah…a new start.
Hamilton: A clean slate?
Jake: …metaphorically, yes.
They both hesitate before hanging up. Finally, Jake hangs up her phone as Ham
presses the button on his.
(slide to): a shot with just
Jake; her hand is still on the phone.
She looks over at the cat…Hamilton’s cat.
Jake: Don’t mock me…I can do this.
(cut to): Hamilton.
He spreads out on his bed.
Hamilton: I hope I can do this.
(flashback to): graduation from college. They went somewhere like Felicity’s
University of New York. Graduates fill seats,
rows of people in black graduation gowns.
The shot starts behind the graduates facing the stage as a speaker gives
a talk about history…and opportunity.
(cut to): Hamilton.
He looks terrible. He hasn’t
shaved and he is very tired, but neither of those is worse than the expression
on his face. He looks around then over
to the area where he knows Jake should be sitting, but isn’t. He closes his eyes tightly. His expression says nothing more or less
than “what have I done?”
(cut to): Jake’s house.
(cut to): her bedroom.
None of her stuff is left. We
assume it’s all been packed up and moved to another room. Jake is sitting on the bed with her knees
drawn up tightly to her chest. Her arms
are wrapped around her knees and her head is down. She’s crying…hard. She’s
rocking back and forth very slightly.
The camera begins to spin slowly around her and…
(fade to): black
(fade in): to FPT
Inc. the next day.
(cut to): inside.
Jake is standing by a coffee pot near the back of the office. In this area there is a mini fridge, water
cooler, that kind of thing. She watches
eagerly, cup in hand, as the coffee drips down into the pot. She sighs impatiently and pulls the pot out
and pours the little bit that is in it in her cup as coffee drips on to the
hotplate. There is the noise of the
door unlocking. Jake quickly puts the
pot back and walks toward her desk.
(cut to): Jill as she hurriedly walks past the counter
carrying a portfolio.
Jill: I know it’s my day to be early, but I—
Jake: No big deal.
I’ve been here for a while so…everything’s under control.
Jake takes a sip of her coffee. Jill takes the cup from her.
Jake cont’d: Hey.
Jill: You don’t need this.
Jake takes it back.
Jake: This morning…I need it.
Jill tilts her head.
Jill: You weren’t trying to call me last night?
That was Hamilton actually.
Jill: Proof of life…oops…
Jake: I called him…well, he called me…anyway, we
talked last night and…he said what you suggested to him about concentrating on
Jill: And then he came over and you guys officially
made out—up…made up?
Jake: No…we decided that today was a fresh
Jill looks skeptical.
Jill: You know…that whole future spiel…I mean, he was
really depressed, Jacqueline.
Like depressed like you were three years ago. You’ve never seen dwelling like this. So…I gave him the future speech like I gave it to you then,
but…maybe you two do have some stuff to work through.
Jake: I know you’re not saying this to me now. I’m…I’m here to start over.
Jill: That’s not a bad way to go…I just…do you want
to erase the past ten years?
Jake: More like the last three.
Jill: …then you’re a couple. Do you want that?
Jake: That’s not going to happen.
Jill: Okay so…then you go back to when you were
fifteen before he even knew Jacqueline…when he just knew Jake. Then you’re fifteen and a
Jake: Wow…I haven’t thought about that in a long
time. Everything was so complicated and
intense. But…uh…you’re right…it’d be
hard to go back to that.
Jill: Are you still in love with him?
Jake looks down, thinking about that.
Jake: I think…what I feel…it’s this weird mix. I mean, any attraction…it’s like…if I could
sleep with him…no strings attached…I would.
Jake: But…other than that…I just…I want to be his
friend and…I need him to be mine.
Jill looks as though she may respond. Before she can, the door opens.
(cut to): the door as Hamilton walks in.
Hamilton: Morning Jill…Jacqueline.
(cut to): Jill as she looks over at Jake.
Jill: So…how does this work? You guys pretend like you never met before
The look on Jake’s face makes her stop.
Jill cont’d: So…everyone ready to get to work?
Hamilton: Yes…work would be good.
(dissolve to): the end of the day. All the employees are leaving. Hamilton is sitting on a stool at one of the
taller worktables. He’s got a pencil in
hand and is focusing on whatever he’s doing.
Jake is typing away a computer.
Jill sits at her desk as she turns off her computer. She looks up at Jake first then at
Hamilton. She kind of shakes her head
at the whole screwed up situation. Her
Jill: Jill Thomas…hey…you are?…no, you didn’t…you
didn’t have to do that…okay…I love you…see you in a minute…bye.
She hangs up the phone.
She stands up and prepares to head out.
(cut to): Jake at her desk. Without looking up and with a lot of sarcasm:
Jake: What’d the wonder-boy-perfect-husband do now?
(cut to): Hamilton who laughs to himself as he continues
with his work.
(cut to): Jill as she picks up her bag.
Jill: Got home early enough to make me dinner.
(cut to): Hamilton.
Hamilton: Lucky you…I need someone to make dinner for
Jake: Ask Julie nicely…
(cut to): Jill as she walks toward the door. As she walks past Hamilton who is still
recovering from what Jake said as he realizes she has no clue Julie moved out.
Jill: I’ll let you clear that one up after I
Hamilton watches her as she walks out.
(cut to): Jake as she looks over at Hamilton.
Jake: Clear what up?
Hamilton puts his pencil down and swivels the chair so
that he is facing Jake.
Hamilton: Okay…um…Julie like…moved out.
(cut to): Jake at her desk. She looks pretty surprised.
The cuts go back and forth between them as they talk.
Hamilton: Night before last.
Jake: And you just…weren’t going to tell me?
Hamilton: I don’t know…I mean, I was I guess…I
just…the right time never presented itself…
Jake looks thoughtful for a minute.
Jake: Anyway…the future, right?
Hamilton looks relieved.
Jake gets up and walks over to him. She looks over his shoulder at some
storyboards he was working on. He has
some pictures scattered about to go with them.
Jake checks everything out, nodding.
Hamilton: So…what are you doing this weekend?
Jake: The Marshall thing at Jill’s Saturday
night…what about you?
Hamilton: This is my first weekend as a bachelor in a
year…I don’t know…I mean, of course the thing on Saturday…
Jake: You know…when a guy says “what are you doing
this weekend…what he means is…”
Hamilton looks up at her, recognizing a reference to a
time that seems extremely far away from him right now. He smiles, surprised she’s remembered.
Jake cont’d: And like when a guy says, “I
really, really like you”…what he means is…”I want to have sex with you”
Hamilton: What was the other one?
Hamilton cont’d: Oh…when a guy says, “I need
to know where this relationship is going”…what he means is—
Jake (matter-of-fact): …I want to have sex with you.
Jake looks at him, but he’s not on the same page. He’s still thinking of the past. Hamilton shakes his head.
Hamilton: Was I naïve or what? I mean what a complete idiot.
Jake: Yeah…back then you would have never been able
to pick up on the fact that when I say “ I want to have sex with you” what I
mean is…”I want…to have sex…with you.”
Hamilton looks a little taken aback.
Hamilton: Uh…are you speaking generally?
Jake: I’m…I’m speaking to you, Hamilton.
He really doesn’t get it.
Jake cont’d: No strings attached.
Hamilton: No…strings attached?
Jake: Just…one night…just…for fun.
Hamilton: Wow…um… like…right here, right now?
Jake looks like she realizes suddenly what she’s actually
Jake: Dumb idea…momentary loss of inhibitions…I’m
She starts to walk away from him looking a little
Hamilton: Um…no…no, wait.
She turns back around.
He considers it a moment more.
He closes his eyes as he speaks:
Hamilton: I mean…unless this is like some test of my
Jake: Not particularly.
Hamilton: Is there a reason for this?
Jake: Look at you Hamilton…you’re gorgeous and sexy
and…you smell good. I also happen to
have first-hand knowledge of…what a great lover you are. I’ve been working with you for two years
and…sometimes…sometimes it’s hard to get past all that. And when you kissed me…or almost kissed me
on the roof at Jill’s…I really started thinking about this and…I want
He looks pretty close to hyperventilation.
Hamilton: And this is all purely physical,
Jake: Pure might not exactly be the correct
characterization, but…yes…hence, no strings attached.
Hamilton: So like…just once?
Jake: Your call.
Hamilton: What about…what about after that thing at
Jake: Celebrate the official obtaining of the
Jake: Okay…after that.
Hamilton: So…it’s a date.
Hamilton cont’d: Hey, uh…want to be my date
for the party too?
Jake shakes her head.
Jake: Too many strings, Hamilton.
She walks away and he looks on in complete shock over the
(fade in): to an establishing shot of the outside of Jill
and Scout’s apartment.
(cut to): the door as Scout lets some important looking
business guys in. Jill walks up
greeting them then she takes Scout’s arm.
The dress is not quite semi-formal.
(cut to): Jake talking to a man and woman. Jake doesn’t look very comfortable being the
center of attention:
Jake: I don’t really know how we came up with
the idea…we’ve all kind of known each other forever and…we made our respective
talents work together somehow.
Hamilton walks up joining the conversation.
Hamilton: It’s really cool to be able to work with
your best friends.
Woman: Oh, here he is…
Man: We were very impressed with Mr. Fleming’s
presentation…and his praise for his colleagues…especially you, Miss
Jake and Hamilton look at each other, then down. Hamilton regains his confidence and turns
his attention back to the man and woman.
Jake seems a little surprised at Hamilton’s ease in “schmoozing.”
Hamilton: Thank you.
Man: And that is Miss Thomas…or is it Mrs.
He points over to Jill.
Jake: Mrs. Calhoun, but she kept Thomas for our
Hamilton: …feel free to call her Jill.
Hamilton smiles charismatically. They both nod and walk away, thanking Hamilton and Jake. Jake breathes a sigh of relief when they’re
Jake: God, I have like no idea how to talk to people
Hamilton: You were doing great…I was watching.
Jake looks up at him.
He smiles, looking a little nervous.
Hamilton cont’d: You look great
He leans a little closer.
Hamilton cont’d: …and you smell good.
Jake looks into his eyes for a moment.
Jake: I don’t…I don’t think I can do this…I’m sorry…
She walks toward the kitchen. He watches her. He
seems…maybe almost relieved.
(cut to): Jill and Scout who have been watching the whole
Scout: What do you think that was about?
Jill: I don’t know…very strange.
(cut to): Hamilton.
He walks through some people, toward the hallway.
(cut to): Jake as she walks out from the kitchen and sees Hamilton
(cut to): the hall bathroom; the one across from the
(cut to): Hamilton inside. He’s standing at the sink and has the water running. He scoops up some and pats it onto his
face. He looks at himself in the
mirror. He hasn’t bothered to lock the
door so when it begins to open, he starts to indicate that he’s inside, but
before he can, Jake peeks her head in.
She comes in, looking at him intently. He doesn’t really know what to do. She locks the door then turns back to
him. He raises his eyebrows.
Hamilton: What are you doing?
Jake: Moving on…
Before he can say anything else though, she gently pushes
him against the wall then moves in to kiss him. She hesitates ever so briefly but goes through with it. This is the first kiss in three years…the
first real kiss anyway. Any of his own
hesitation seems to be momentarily put on hold as he kisses her back. She holds on to his neck with one hand and
starts unbuttoning his shirt with the other.
He’s really into the kiss. When
she pulls back for a second he looks really disappointed. Still very close:
Jake: Oh…wow…this is going to be fun…
Hamilton: I know, but—
She starts to kiss his neck and he shuts up. She uses both hands to work on his
shirt. He looks like he’s making a
great effort not to be into it and finding himself very unsuccessful. Finally, he manages something:
Jake slows down and puts her lips very close to his in a
completely teasing gesture.
He licks his lips and moves ever closer to her lips. He kisses her for a moment, but tears
himself away. He’s breathing pretty
Hamilton: I really have to tell you something.
She closes her eyes, leaning forward and kissing him gently
on the chin, very near his mouth. He
She kisses him again then he makes himself say it:
Hamilton: I love you.
She stops and opens her eyes, looking at him seriously.
Hamilton: I love you and…I can’t do this
without saying that and…I think that breaks the no strings attached rule, but—
Jake: Yeah…it does.
She steps back from him.
Hamilton: But see…there are strings attached…tied in
knots really. Stuff that I couldn’t
untangle if I tried so…you see…I can’t do this without strings…and I don’t want
Jake doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t really fully get it anyway. He tries to make himself clearer.
Hamilton: I don’t think I was ever not in love with you.
Jake: Whoa, slow down.
Hamilton: I was just in complete denial…because I had
to be, but…I can’t do that anymore.
Jake: Don’t do this to me…
Hamilton: I can’t do this tonight and be over it
tomorrow. I don’t want a fresh start either…I
want all the stuff in our past…but mostly I want you. And not like you said it the other day at
work…not in a way that can be satisfied in one night. I want to be with you every
night….and wake up with you every morning.
Jake: I thought we decided to start over as
Hamilton: We started over two years ago as friends…this
is where we wound up after we “started over”…while what was happening here
He swallows trying to push that feeling away for the
Jake: God, you used to be the person that made my
Hamilton: I want to be that person now.
Jake: I’m sorry, Hamilton, but…tonight’s all I’m
offering right now. I’m not prepared to
give you anything else.
He gets a little upset…more at the situation than her.
Hamilton: And I’m not prepared to fuck you, okay?
Jake hangs her head.
Jake: You know I hate that word used like that.
Hamilton: Yeah…I know…because it turns a beautiful
gesture into an ugly act…and, honestly, I think that fits perfectly.
This hurts her because she knows he’s right. She takes a step toward the door.
Jake: I guess you’re right…
She turns away and reaches out to unlock the door.
Hamilton: I’m sorry…I had to tell you.
Jake doesn’t respond; she walks out.
(cut to): the hall where Jake walks out of the bathroom
closing the door behind her. Jill and
Scout have momentarily ducked out of the party and are at the other end of the
hall talking together. Jake looks like
she wants to turn back, but looks at the door and knows she can’t. She walks toward Jill and Scout…and an exit.
(cut to): Jill and Scout.
Scout sees her first and indicates for Jill to look. Jake reaches them and stops only because she
knows she has to.
Jake: I’ve got to get out of here.
Jill: What? Look,
they all love you, okay?
Scout: I’ve been hearing the words “bright” and
Jake laughs to herself.
Maybe. Bright? Not so much…
Jill gives her a questioning look.
Jake cont’d: I’m just…tired. This week’s been long and…up…and down…and—
I’ll see you Monday then.
Jill: I’ll stop by tomorrow.
Jake: I’m probably going to crash all day so…
Jill: Call me when you wake up then.
Jake cont’d: I have to go.
She walks off.
Jill looks at Scout with a worried expression.
Scout: She’ll be okay….she’s tough.
Jill: She’s not that tough.
(cut to): Hamilton in the bathroom. He’s slid down to a sitting position on the
floor. He draws his knees up slowly as:
(flash back to): Jake’s bedroom three years ago. She’s on the bed just as when we left this
scene before. She’s crying and rocking
slightly. There’s a knock on her door.
Jake: Go away.
The door opens.
Hamilton: Thank God you’re here.
She looks up at him.
His look is filled with a lot of emotions. In a way, she looks glad to see him. She seems to push that away.
Jake: Get out.
Hamilton: Can I just…
He walks in and sits on the bed. Jake gets up angrily.
Jake: No…you can’t just anything. Get out.
Go away. Leave. Don’t come back.
Hamilton looks up at her from the bed. He still looks terrible.
Hamilton: Please…please don’t do this…
She’s never really quit crying and when he starts talking,
he can’t hold back tears.
Jake: You did this.
Hamilton: Please…please, Jacqueline…
He slides off the bed onto the floor.
Jake: Get up, Hamilton.
Hamilton: I’m begging you.
Jake: Just get up…stop.
Hamilton: I can’t.
She starts to walk toward the door.
Hamilton: No, no…no…wait.
He pulls himself up so that he is sitting on the bed
again. She turns around. She thinks of something.
Jake: Is there a reason?…a reason that you did it?
Jake looks angry and hurt all at once.
Hamilton cont’d: I mean…yes, but…not one I can
give you right now. I need time to
figure it out myself.
Jake: Don’t bother…it doesn’t matter.
Hamilton: It does…it matters…this matters…we—
Jake: No…we don’t.
Hamilton: If I go…will you let me come back?
This word stings him.
He rubs his closed eyes then looks up at her.
Hamilton: I’m a coward.
Jake stares at him.
She opens the door.
Jake: It’s over.
Hamilton: No…please, no…
Jake: Please leave.
He leans forward, crying.
He looks up at her, shocked that she’s said this. Tears are streaming down his face; he
doesn’t know what to say.
Jake: I hate you.
He closes his eyes, as tears still stream down his face. He takes a deep breath then forces himself
up. He walks over to her, makes an
attempt to touch her in some way…touch her face. She backs away.
Jake: Please just go…
Hamilton can’t speak.
He doesn’t nod. He turns,
completely heartbroken, and walks slowly out of her room. She slams the door.
(cut to): Hamilton in her hall, he leans against her door.
(flash forward to): Jake as she has just exited Jill and
Scout’s apartment building. She leans
against the door.
I’m such an idiot…
She shakes her head and walks down the steps.
(cut to): Hamilton in the bathroom. He holds onto the sink and pulls himself
up. He looks in the mirror, splashes a
little more water on his face then exits.
(cut to): the hallway.
Jill and Scout are still there…a little further away from the party
(thus closer to the bathroom). Jill is
leaning against the wall and Scout has one hand on the wall leaning toward
her. His other hand is being held by
Jill as they talk quietly, both looking pretty happy.
(cut to): Hamilton as he walks out of the bathroom and
sees them. He starts to turn around,
but it’s to late.
(cut to): Jill as she sees him. Scout turns to follow her gaze.
(cut to): Jill and Scout.
Scout: Well, this just got interesting.
Hamilton walks up to them.
Hamilton: Mind if I head home?
Jill: Um…your home?
Scout: What’s going on, Hamilton?
Hamilton looks at them.
Jill: You look terrible.
Hamilton looks down.
He decides to pose the hypothetical, hoping they won’t catch on:
Hamilton: If someone offered you
unconditional…sex…what would you think?
Jill: Oh my God.
Scout: Jake did this?
Hamilton: I didn’t say that.
Jill (slightly amused): Oh my god…she’s brave.
Scout: You know, I think we can handle this party,
Hamilton: I didn’t say it was Jake…
Scout: We saw her come out of the bathroom,
Hamilton: Look, we’re not doing it,
okay? I just need to go home.
Jill and Scout look at each other.
Scout: This is getting really hard to keep up
with. I mean…first you love Julie…
Jill: …then you don’t and she moves out, but…not
because you’re in love with someone else.
Scout: Oh, yeah…definitely not…and definitely not
because you’re in love with Jake.
Jill: And Jacqueline tells me that she wants to be
your friend, but she’d do you with no strings attached if the opportunity
Scout: …then she makes the opportunity present
Jill: Which really surprises me…I mean…what level of
denial is that?
Jill and Scout discuss it without really acknowledging
Hamilton: Look, I admit it’s kind of a screwed up
situation right now…
He kind of smiles to himself, a little nostalgically.
Hamilton cont’d: I just need to go home, okay?
Scout: Like I said…we’ve got.
Hamilton: Thanks you two…and, even though I’m a
little preoccupied right now…I’m so happy for you.
Scout: Thanks, Ham.
Jill leans forward giving him a little impromptu hug.
Jill: You’ll be okay?
Hamilton: Yeah…yeah, I will be.
She lets go of him.
He nods and takes off.
Jill: That is what it’s going to be like…
Scout (sarcastic): Oh…good.
He smiles then takes her hand.
Scout cont’d: Let’s get back out there before
they realize all three of their stars are gone.
They walk out together.
(dissolve to): Hamilton’s apartment. The door unlocks and Hamilton walks in,
turning on a light. He looks around at
his apartment. It’s the same one from
three years ago which hits us hard for the first time. It hits Hamilton too. He looks around. He walks further in and passes a phone in the living room. He lingers by it a moment, then settles with
checking messages. The machine informs
him that he has “no new messages.”
Hamilton: Well, that’s depressing.
He sits down on the couch, kicking his shoes off. He picks up the remote and turns on the
TV. He lies down on the couch as he
flips past a few infomercials. He flips
past, but then back to a rerun of Felicity.
It’s the episode where Noel sleeps with his ex-girlfriend after having a
fight with Felicity. Ham watches as
Felicity watches Noel get into an elevator with the ex-girlfriend.
(cut to): Jake’s place.
She’s changed into some sleepwear…a little sexier than you’d expect for
a night alone. She’s pacing around the
living room. The cat is again on the
couch. He looks up at her and she
Don’t look at me like that. It’s
not like that…and so what if it is?
Before the cat can respond, there’s a knock at the door.
Jake: Who is it?
Eric: It’s Eric.
Jake: Okay, hang on.
She picks up the cat and sets him down in the kitchen,
closing the door. She then walks over
to the front door and takes a deep breath before opening it. When she does we see Eric for the first
time. He’s kind of the male equivalent
of Julie in that he’s the anti-Hamilton.
He’s good-looking, but in a very different way than Hamilton. He smiles when he sees her and what she’s
Eric: You look sexy.
Jake: Come on in.
She opens the door all the way. He walks in with a smirk as she shuts the door behind him. He leans against the door and she stands in
front of him. He hasn’t really dropped
the smirk. He reaches over touches her
bare shoulder. She reaches out and
takes his other hand, leading him toward her bedroom. The camera stays on the door, though.
(dissolve to): the same shot of the door, but it’s
obviously morning. Someone is knocking
on the door.
(cut to): the kitchen.
Jake is making coffee. She’s
waiting anxiously by the coffee pot for it so make enough for her to put into
her cup. She hears the knocking. She walks out of the kitchen.
(cut to): the door as she gets there, opening it
slightly. Hamilton is standing in the
hall. He’s showered and dressed which
contrasts Jake’s “just woke up”-ness.
Hamilton: Can I…can I come in?
Hamilton: I just…think maybe if you let me explain a
few things…if we could just talk for a little while.
Jake: Now isn’t a good time.
Hamilton: Okay, that’s cool. When would be—
Eric: Who’s that, Jackie?
He peaks around, but kisses Jake’s neck before looking up
to see Hamilton. He’s only wearing
boxers. He doesn’t really notice the
disappointed (and disgusted) look on Hamilton’s face.
Eric: Oh, hey, bud…little early for business, isn’t
Hamilton has trouble putting together anything to
say. He looks at Jake, but she isn’t
making any effort to make eye contact.
Hamilton: Um…I’ll see you Monday.
He forces a smile.
Eric: See ya later, Ham.
Hamilton still stares at Jake.
Hamilton: Bye, Eddie.
Hamilton: Oh, yeah…sorry.
He turns and walks off.
The door closes.
(cut to): inside Jake’s apartment. She’s leaning against the door and he has
his hands on her hips.
Eric: He’s a little dense, isn’t he?
Jake: Let’s not talk about him…
Eric smirks again and leans in to kiss her.
Jake cont’d: I have to get some coffee.
She slips away from him and walks toward the kitchen.
(cut to): the kitchen as Jake walks over to the coffee
pot. Eric walks in the kitchen behind
her. The phone rings.
Eric: Want me to get that?
But it’s too late.
He picks up the phone.
Eric: Hello?…you might not…is this Jill?…this is
Eric…I’m good…yeah, hang on…she’s getting coffee…
Jake walks around from the kitchen with no coffee in her
hands. She takes the phone from him and
holds it up to her ear tentatively.
Jake: …hello?…no, I—…you’re not being—…it’s
not—…I’ll—…No, it isn’t…Don’t worry about—…I’ll see you Monday. Jill—…just stop…J—…okay…bye.
Jake hangs up the phone.
She forces a smile and Eric moves in to kiss her.
(cut to): Jill’s kitchen where she was talking on the
phone. Scout walks in. Both of them are still in their
pajamas. Jill still has her hand on the
Scout: What? What’s
He looks worried.
Jill: Jacqueline is a moron. I’m disowning her.
Scout: Oh no.
Jill: I called…to check on her…
Jill: And who but Eric answers her phone…
Jill: What if I’d been Hamilton? He was so hurt last night.
Scout: It’s…not fair to take his side. He’s made some mistakes of his own. Don’t you think he tends to wear his heart
on his sleeve…it’s not hard to figure out what he’s feeling…
Jill: …and Jacqueline buries it so far down that even
she doesn’t know what she’s feeling.
And remember…you said yourself that she’s not that tough.
Jill: Okay, so maybe she’s not a moron, but…God, I
wish she’d get a clue. Monday at work
is going to be tough…dealing with the two of them while—
Scout: You don’t stress yourself out over this.
He walks over to her and wraps his arms around her.
Scout cont’d: I don’t want my kid born
wondering if Uncle Ham and Aunt Jake have hooked up yet.
Jill laughs and kisses him.
(fade in): to FPT Inc.
Monday. Jake walks up, unlocking
the door. She doesn’t notice that the
lights are already on. She walks in,
toward her desk. She hears a noise from
the back. Hamilton walks from a storage
closet carrying Styrofoam cups.
Hamilton: You’re here.
Jake: I’m supposed to be…what are you doing
Hamilton: Making coffee…
He walks over to the coffee maker and sets the cups down,
taking one off the stack. He pours a
Hamilton cont’d: …for you.
She looks at the coffee pot, knowing how good his coffee
Hamilton cont’d: Because…I want you to
be awake to hear what I have to say to you.
He walks over to her and hands her a cup.
Hamilton cont’d: That is…if you’ll listen.
Hamilton cont’d: I think this may be…well,
maybe we should sit down.
Jake shrugs and walks toward the front, to the customer
(cut to): a pair of chairs. Jake and Hamilton sit down together.
Jake: Okay…we’re sitting.
Hamilton: I know you’re with Derrick now…again…
Hamilton: But…and I don’t mean to disrespect that…
Jake: Sure you don’t…
Hamilton: I have to say this regardless.
He pauses, looks down and begins:
Hamilton: Three years ago…I made the worst decision
of my life.
Jake starts to get up.
Jake: I’ll talk about a lot of stuff with you,
Hamilton…but I’m not talking about this.
We’ve never…I never gave you an explanation.
Jake: You were a coward…isn’t that the
Hamilton: And I don’t want to be a coward anymore.
Jake settles back on the chair, now interested. Hamilton seems to wait for her to give him
permission to go on. A few seconds pass
and Jake, who has been studying her shoes, looks up.
Jake: Was it my fault?
She looks at him seriously. He looks at her, surprised she’s said this.
Hamilton: No…no…God, Jacqueline…
Jake: Because I spent a lot of time trying to figure
out if I pushed too hard or…if the moving in thing freaked you out or…I don’t
know. I mean, I’ve replayed that last
conversation we had…in your bathroom…I’ve replayed it a million times.
Hamilton: Good, that’s where I want to start.
Jake nods and takes a deep breath.
Hamilton also take deep breath.
Hamilton: Remember when I said, "what will I do
Jake: And I said something about partying hard…yeah.
And, I didn’t really hear you because…the magnitude of that question hit
me hard. And, after you left, I thought
about that question even more and I realized I’d forgotten how…how to be without
you…and…that scared me.
He pauses. She
doesn’t interrupt. She listens
patiently…this is something she’s wanted to hear for a long time.
Hamilton cont’d: I mean, what if I really
couldn’t be without you. What if you
were like my oxygen supply or something…my lifeline. I needed to know what it was like not to be with you…because it
hit me that...I really didn't know what I'd do without you. How would I exist without you? I had to know and…the minute that you walked
in that morning…I knew I was right. I
couldn’t live without you…or be without you…or breathe without you.
Jake: Obviously you can…and have.
Hamilton: Maybe I’ve been surviving, but I haven’t
been living…because…because I learned a long time ago to define my life in
terms of you. And, I wanted a
lot of things when I came to this city, but…I wanted them all in conjunction
with you. I just figured all this
out. I mean…this unfulfilled
feeling...this gaping void…this complete incompleteness. I need you.
Jake: I don’t know how to argue against that without
sounding harsh and ungrateful but…you should have thought of that a long time
ago. I mean I’m with Eric and—
Hamilton: Look, “Jackie”, I wouldn’t be saying
this to you if things felt that simple.
In the bathroom at the party when…when you were kissing me…if all I’d
felt were passion…it wouldn’t have been…it wouldn’t have been so hard to
stop. But…the way you were kissing
me…it reminded me of…
He looks up at her realizing how quiet she’s been…like
she’s waiting for him to explain it to her.
Hamilton cont’d: …it reminded me of high
school…you kissing me when we were like sixteen…when it wasn’t really about
sex…even with all the raging hormones.
It was like the purest expression of…love. If you had never said, “I love you” back then, it wouldn’t have
mattered because…I knew it every time you kissed me. No matter how jealous I ever acted about anything…I knew you
Jake: You’re really arrogant, you know that?
He looks down.
Hamilton: If I were arrogant…I’d know I’m
right. I thought I was
right I was sure from the time you
kissed me up until…yesterday morning.
Jake: You shouldn’t have come over.
Hamilton: I just…I thought we were in the middle of
something…not that it was over.
Jake: Well…it is…finally…it’s over.
This stings Hamilton.
He closes his eyes a moment, but nods.
He stands up.
Hamilton cont’d: I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done and
everything I’ve caused…especially this.
He steps back and walks to his desk.
(cut to): Hamilton at his desk. He pulls out his portfolio and puts some of his work in it: his
storyboards and pictures. Jake sits on
the couch, not watching him, staring at the coffee in her hands.
Hamilton: You can tell Jill I went home sick…until I
get the nerve to go by and see her and let her know that…I’m pulling out.
(cut to): Jake on the couch. It takes her a moment to realize what he’s saying. He walks back up to her, carrying his coat
and the portfolio.
Hamilton: Goodbye, Jacqueline.
He smiles sadly, trying to keep it together. He turns and goes before she can say
anything. She can’t really believe
what’s just happened, but…he’s gone.
She looks at her coffee…his coffee.
Her hands are shaking as she tries to set the cup down on the
table. When she does, it falls over and
spills everywhere. She looks at it
hopelessly as if it represented what she had with Hamilton. She puts her head in her hands and doesn’t
try to clean the coffee up.
(cut to): Hamilton as he walks down the street. When he’s sufficiently far enough from the
business, he stops and drops his portfolio and kind of falls to a
squatting/kneeling position. A lot of
people are headed to work, but they don’t really pay attention to him.
(flashback to): Hamilton in Jake’s hall where he was
calling himself an idiot.
(cut to): Jake in her room standing by the door still
holding on to the door knob.
(cut to): Central Park that same day (three years ago) at
(cut to): Hamilton sitting on a bench in a somewhat
secluded section of the park. He leans
forward and has his head in his hands.
His camera is across his shoulder.
A ring box sits next to him. He
picks his head up a moment and looks at the small box. He grabs it as he slides down off the bench
sitting on the ground, pulling his knees to his chest and doing a decent
imitation of Jake earlier on her bed.
(cut to): Jake standing in the park. She’s been crying herself. She looks so uncertain of what to do.
(cut to): a shot from her point of view. She’s far away, but not so far that she
can’t see Hamilton and his present state.
(cut to): Jake.
She seems to make herself walk away.
She stops, looking back. She
closes her eyes, turns back around and walks away.
(cut to): Hamilton on the ground in the park, crying.
(flash forward to): Jake on the couch with her head in
hands and the coffee spilled in front of her.
(cut to): Hamilton on the street…still down…not knowing
how he’s going to get up and move on.
(fade out to): black.
(fade in to): FPT Inc. later in the day. Jake is at her desk typing. There are other employees around providing
background. Jill walks over to Jake’s
desk and pulls up a chair. She sits
down and doesn’t say anything. She
folds her arms and sits there. Jake
tries to ignore her, but eventually she stops typing.
Jake: Yeah…why is that so hard to believe? That a person would be sick? This is a big, dirty city…lots of germs
Jill: Jacqueline…what the hell is going on? Full story…now.
Jake looks at her watch.
Jake: No time…Eric’s stopping by in a few minutes.
Jill: What the hell for?
Jill rolls her chair closer to Jake and grabs her
shoulders shaking her.
Jill: What is the matter with you? You are making me crazy, Jacqueline…I
mean you really are.
Jill stops and puts her hands in her lap as several
employees look over.
Jake: I can see that someone is.
Jake and Jill look up at the door.
(cut to): Eric as he walks in and over to the counter.
(cut to): Jake’s desk.
Jake talks to Jill as she gets up:
Jake: I’ll tell you everything later, I promise.
Jake: Right now…could you just give me a hug? Please?
Jill realizes how stressed Jake looks. She stands up and gives her a hug.
Jake: I’m taking the rest of the day, okay?
The embrace ends and Jake turns to go.
(cut to): Hamilton in his apartment. For the next few shots, there isn’t
audio…perhaps music. He’s sitting on
the couch staring at the TV that isn’t turned on. There are a few boxes around him. He picks up the remote and looks at it. Rather than turning the TV on, he tosses it into one of the
(cut to): Jake and Eric sitting at a table outside of a
café. Jake sits back in her chair with
her legs crossed and her head down as Eric speaks angrily to her. We don’t hear any of it, but the assumption
is she’s ended things (again) and he is (justifiably) angry.
(cut to): sometime later in the week, Jill’s place. Jake and Jill sit on the couch, talking. Jake is explaining everything as she
(cut to): the weekend, Hamilton’s apartment. Most of his stuff is packed up. He walks out of the bedroom and over to the
door, opening it. The audio comes
back. Scout is standing there carrying
a few more boxes. He holds them out to
Scout: I can’t believe you’re moving out of this
place. I mean…this is a great place.
Hamilton: Thanks for the boxes.
Scout walks in, closing the door behind him.
Scout: You going to be okay?
Scout: I gotta say…you’re not that convincing…
Hamilton: That’s good…I’m totally lying.
He smiles slightly.
Scout: So…where are you going?
Hamilton: Uh…that’s a good question.
Scout: Wait, wait, wait…you haven’t decided yet?
Hamilton: Nope…but, once I get all this stuff in
storage…I’m out of this city.
Scout: What are you going to do?
Hamilton: Are you here to help me pack or what?
Scout: Change of plans…sit down and talk to me.
Hamilton sighs and rolls his eyes.
(cut to): the couch as Ham and Scout sit down.
Hamilton: I can’t keep paying for my mistakes and…I
can’t get a fresh start here.
Scout: I’m sorry about everything with Jake.
Hamilton: Want to see something I found while I was
He hops up and looks around, spotting the box he was
looking for. He walks over and pulls
something out and puts it in the pocket of the jacket he has on. He then sits back down on the couch.
Hamilton: I bought this a week before we graduated.
Scout: So like…three years ago?
Hamilton: …from high school.
Scout gives him an inquisitive look. He takes the item from his pocket…a ring
box. He opens it revealing a ring…of
the engagement variety with a (very) small diamond.
Hamilton: I’m a moron?
Scout: You were going to propose…to Jake…back then?
Hamilton: At some point. I mean I knew graduation…high school graduation was a bad
time. We had a lot of other stuff going
on then…like dealing with my dad. Then
we were in college and the timing was always all wrong. I still almost did it once or twice anyway,
but…having her say no wasn’t something I could have dealt with so…I held
off. I was going to do it graduation
night…when she was through moving in. I
was going to take her to this garden…it’s my favorite place in New York. I always thought of it as our “spot,” but I
don’t think she found it as impressive as I did…at first. Eventually, though, that’s where we always
ended up…together in that amazing little place. What a great escape from this hectic city…
Scout: That place in Central Park that you took all
those pictures of?
Scout cont’d: I can’t believe you were going to propose.
Hamilton: I think…she would have said yes. I thought about getting her a new ring
since, by that time, I realized this one kind of…sucked. But, then I figured I’d just tell her the
story, you know?
Scout: And now…you’re telling me instead?
Hamilton: Yeah…kind of depressing, huh?
He laughs and closes the box then puts it back into his
Scout: You’re a little too happy for something so
Hamilton: Look, I love her…and…I can’t have her…and…I
can’t accept that while living here in this city. That’s why I’m “happy.”
I’m just ready to get out of here.
I’m already leaving with less than I came with and…I don’t think I can
take losing any more.
Scout: Well…I wish you’d reconsider, but…if not, I’m
here to help so…
He stands up looking around.
Scout cont’d: …give me something to do.
Hamilton picks up a box and hands it to him. Scout takes the box and turns away. He picks up something wrapped in newspaper
and puts it in the box. Hamilton takes
the ring box out of his pocket again and looks at it. He looks around the apartment, closing his eyes.
(flashback to): three years ago, about a week before
graduation. Jake and Hamilton are in
his kitchen, cooking together. There’s
a bunch of stuff all over the counter.
Jake is chopping something and Hamilton is taking something out of the oven.
Hamilton: I can’t believe I still have to wait a week
to have you here.
Jake: I’m here now.
Hamilton: I meant like…all the time.
She smiles. He
reaches over her to grab a fork out of the drawer and knocks over a measuring
cup full of tomato sauce. It spills on
Jake’s shirt. He picks up a towel and
starts to wipe it off.
Hamilton: Oh, no…sorry.
Jake: It’s okay.
Hamilton: Take off your shirt?
She smiles and grabs his chin.
Jake: No…put on one of yours.
She kisses him on the cheek and starts to walk out.
Hamilton (teasingly): I don’t know why you’re
bothering…you know I’m just going to take it off later anyway…
In the doorframe she pauses and turns around, smiling at
his comment. She leans on the
Jake: Make me some coffee?
Hamilton: Coffee does not
go with this dinner.
Jake: Yeah, but…you make really good coffee.
Hamilton: Put coffee in coffee-maker, add water. I don’t grind the coffee myself…I don’t use
He trails off as he looks at her, realizing she’s giving him
a sexy, pleading look. He can’t say no
to a look like this.
Hamilton cont’d: Why don’t I make you some coffee?
She smiles and looks at him as he turns back to the
dinner. When she doesn’t leave he looks
back up at her. She’s still smiling and
it makes him smile.
Hamilton cont’d: What?
Jake (seriously): Thank you.
Hamilton: For the coffee?
Jake: For a lot of stuff…
He nods. She backs
out of the room, going to change her shirt.
(cut to): Jake as she reaches his bedroom. She walks over to his dresser and pulls open
the top drawer. In it are socks on one
side and boxers and shirts on another.
She picks up a pair of his socks which are rolled
together, but don’t match. She shakes
her head and reaches down to put it back when her hand hits something
hard. She pulls out a (the) ring
She puts it back down without opening it then picks up one
of his white t-shirts from the other side of the drawer. She rolls her eyes at her own curiosity then
picks up the box. She opens it,
revealing the ring. She smiles, shaking
her head, but in a happy way.
Jake: What are you doing, Hamilton?
She looks at the ring one more time then closes the box
and puts it back under the socks. She thinks
twice about the shirt in her hand and puts it back. She closes the drawer, looking impressed that there’s a
ring. She takes off her shirt, but is
still wearing a bra. She looks around a
moment then shrugs. She tosses her
shirt into his dirty clothes hamper and walks out of the room.
(flash forward to):
Jake’s apartment. She is in her
kitchen chopping vegetables and looking thoughtful…thinking of the past. She sets the knife down and looks
around. She shakes her head.
Jake: Don’t do this to yourself…he doesn’t deserve
She looks at the coffee pot.
Jake cont’d: …then again…maybe he does…
She looks down at her hands…then over at the floor where
Ham’s cat is eating.
Jake cont’d: …maybe I do too.
She finally gets it.
It’s subtle, but it’s an epiphany.
It’s not even about the ring…or the cat…or the coffee, but…she gets
it. She smiles to herself then shakes
Jake cont’d: Get over it, Jacqueline…it’s too
late…just…get over it.
She sighs and closes her eyes.
(cut to): a little while later. She’s curled up on her couch, reading a newspaper. She takes a sip of the coffee she’s
made. There’s a knock.
Jake: It’s unlocked.
Jill walks in.
Jill: In this city?
Jake looks up.
Jill cont’d: You were hoping it was him,
Jake looks back at the paper, not saying anything.
Jill: Jacqueline, he’s leaving tomorrow.
Jake: Are we going to hire another photographer
because I have a few people in mind—
Jill: Can’t you just admit it…
That I’m in love with him?
Jill: I was going to say…that you’re going to miss
Jake: He totally screwed over our business, Jill.
Jill: And I could kill him for it, I really could…I
mean, we’ve already got all that nifty letterhead, but—
Jake (jokingly): Shut up.
Jill: You really don’t care that he’s leaving? I mean, you can honestly say that?
Jake: I’m going to miss him and there is—…but,
Jill,…this isn’t some Nora Ephron film…I’m not going to run after his plane
declaring my undying love for him.
Jill sits down on the couch with her.
Jill cont’d: You have to stop playing with my
emotions, Jacqueline. Is there
“undying love” to be declared.
Jake looks off.
Jill’s jaw drops a little.
Jill cont’d: Do you love him?
(cut to): Jake as she looks down…considering the question
that she already knows the answer to.
Jill: Wait…Jacqueline…no adamant opposition…no
I think…I think I’ve moved into acceptance, but…it’s too late.
Jill: Oh…no way…no freaking way…
Jake gives her an inquisitive, but skeptical look.
(fade out to): black
(fade in to): Hamilton’s empty apartment the night before
he leaves. Most of the furniture is
gone as are all the boxes that were there.
By the door there is a suitcase.
(cut to): his bedroom.
He’s lying in his bed on his stomach.
His laptop is plugged in on the nightstand by his bed. At first he appears to be asleep, but we
realize he isn’t when he turns over and repositions himself on his back. He stares up at the ceiling.
(cut to): Jill and Scout’s. They’re sitting together on the couch watching You’ve Got
Mail. It’s at the part when Joe first
sends an instant message to Kathleen.
Jill: Oh…hey…what time is it?
Scout looks at his watch.
Scout: It’s like five after eleven.
Jill: And, you’re sure Hamilton said he’d be online
like all night, right?
Scout: Yeah, I mean he said he wanted to put the
finishing touches on his online portfolio.
What’s going on, Jill?
Jill: Nothing…I just…thought I might i.m. him later…
Scout: Uh-huh…but you’ll eventually tell me the real
Jill: Yes, Dear.
She puts her head on his shoulder as they continue to
watch the (oldie) movie.
(dissolve to): the scene in the movie where Joe tells
Kathleen that he wishes they had met under different circumstances (“If I
weren’t Fox Books and you weren’t the Shop Around the Corner…if we’d just
met…I’d have asked for your number and I wouldn’t have been able to wait twenty
four hours before calling you up and asking you out to drinks…or dinner…or a
movie…for as long as we both shall live.
And the only thing we’d ever fight about would be which video to rent on
a Saturday night…” Something like that)
(cut to): Jill and Scout on the couch. Scout’s still watching, but Jill’s fallen
asleep. Scout smiles and kisses her on
the top of her head then puts his head on hers as he continues to watch for a
moment until he thinks of something.
Scout: Jill…hey, Jillian?
She’s not fully awake.
Scout: It’s getting late…were you going to get in
touch with Ham or…
Jill: Will you just go to my computer and hit send on
that email I have up?
Jill: I love you.
Scout gets up and lays her gently down on the couch. He kneels down and pushes some of her hair out
of her face. He smiles as he gently
touches her stomach. He kisses the top
of her head then gets up to send the email.
(cut to): Hamilton’s bedroom. He’s on his side and is actually asleep. He’s kicked all the covers off and has on
just boxers and a sleeveless t-shirt.
His laptop dings. He opens his
eyes slightly then closes them again.
His laptop informs him “You’ve Got Mail.” He reluctantly opens his eyes again and lifts his head. Sure enough, the flag on his mailbox is
up. He picks up the laptop and pulls it
into bed. Without repositioning himself
too much he clicks on the mail icon.
His inbox comes up quickly and there is a message from “NYC.” He looks suspiciously and sleepily at his
computer. He puts his head back down
for a moment, but then picks it up a little and clicks the message. The email pops up and all it says is “click
Hamilton: What the…
He moves the mouse to the words and clicks. A picture pops up. It’s a black and white shot of a park. It’s actually a small garden area in Central Park. Hamilton recognizes it right away.
Hamilton: The garden?
He scrolls down, but there’s no message. Hamilton still looks really tired. He puts his head down for another moment
then picks it up and crawls out of bed.
(cut to): downstairs in front of his building. He walks down the stairs of the
building. He’s changed (or put on
rather) sweat pants and a hooded sweatshirt.
It makes him look younger, more innocent as do his sleepy expression and
tousled hair. He flags down a cab and
(cut to): Central Park.
The cab stops and he gets out.
Hamilton: Obviously, someone wants me to get
mugged…one final reason to hate New York before I go…
He sighs and walks into the dark park.
(cut to): the area from the picture. Hamilton walks up and looks around. It’s pretty dark. He shrugs and sits down on the grass, then lies down, closing his
eyes. And, we’ve made it back to where
we started: the disappointed Hamilton from the first scene, “asleep” on the
ground. Defeated, he lies there another
moment just as when we first met him. A
string of small white lights cut on not to far from where he is lying. They are on the ground and seem to provide a
trail. After a few second, he lifts his
head up and sees the lights.
(cut to): somewhere down the light trail. Hamilton walks along, following the
lights. He finally seems to reach his
destination. There is a small switch at
the end of the string of lights. He
looks suspiciously at the power cord that leads away. He decides to continue playing along. He looks around, almost smiling at the playfulness of this
venture. He flips the switch. More lights come on. There are some wrapped around trees and
others strung between them. He notices
a larger spotlight pointing at something that is partially hidden behind a
tree. He walks in that direction and
when he gets close enough to see it, he stops.
(cut to): a shot from Hamilton’s point of view. Between two trees and with lights wrapped
around it there is a…chalkboard.
Written on it are the words “the unwanted past” and there is an arrow
(cut to): Hamilton.
He walks closer to see where the arrow is pointing. He freezes.
MUSIC: Troubled Times by Fountains of Wayne
(cut to): a shot from his point of view of an eraser directly
under the arrow. He swallows then looks
around, but much of the garden area is still hidden in darkness.
Hamilton (loudly): I get to do it?
He looks around.
He accepts that he has to do it.
He picks up the eraser and slowly erases only the word “unwanted.” He steps back and looks at his work.
Hamilton (loudly): Okay…
(cut to): Jake as she walks out timidly from a
(cut to): Hamilton as he sees her. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is still
messy. His look is still filled with
surprise, but now relief is expressed too.
Jake walks up. She just has on
jeans and a tee-shirt…nothing fancy.
She looks at the board. Hamilton
looks at her.
Jake: Not exactly a clean slate.
He looks at her a moment, truly shocked, amazed and…pleased
with the whole situation. He takes a
deep breath, savoring the moment and knowing he should respond.
Hamilton: I got rid of what I wanted to.
Jake looks at him, meeting his rather gaze.
Hamilton: I haven’t slept in seven days and…I finally
fell asleep tonight…
Hamilton: No…I just…I’m not still asleep,
Hamilton cont’d: …’cause this feels like a
She pulls a piece of chalk from her pocket and shows it to
him then walks over to the board and begins to write. He watches and anticipates every letter. Slowly she spells out “I love you too.” She turns back to him. His look is filled with many emotions…all
positive ones. They just look at each
other for a few moments. Hamilton looks
truly amazed; Jake looks happy, but anxious.
Jake: You don’t have to say it.
He looks at her inquisitively.
Jake cont’d: I’ll know when you kiss me.
He raises his eyebrows.
Hamilton: This is a dream…
He steps up to her, touching her face.
Jake: Not exactly me chasing after your plane, but…I
think it gets the point across.
Hamilton doesn’t get that entirely, but he smiles
Hamilton: I don’t…I didn’t have a plane ticket
She smiles, shaking her head. He takes another deep breath…almost a sigh of relief…a weight
lifted type thing. He pushes some hair
out of her face as he leans toward her, just about to kiss her.
Jake: For what?
Hamilton: …for a lot of things, but…I meant the
slate…clean or not...just the existence of it.
She nods slightly.
He closes his eyes and kisses her.
This is a great kiss. It’s
innocent yet passionate. Neither of
them seems to want to give it up first.
This is a long and fulfilling kiss. Eventually, they both pull away
Hamilton: I know I don’t have to say it, but…I love
Jake: I love you too…and now you have it in writing.
Hamilton: Spoken…in writing…and…like this…
He kisses her again, briefly.
Hamilton cont’d (quietly): This is like…a perfect
Jake smiles, kissing him.
Jake (whispered): It’s a perfect beginning.
He takes a deep breath and nods. They kiss again.
We get a fancy crane shot pull out as we see the bigger
picture of this “perfect spot.” The
lights frame Jake and Ham…and the chalkboard perfectly. The music crescendos a little for effect.
(cut to): an even higher overhead shot. Jake and Ham are even further away and we
see the Garden as part of the bigger park.
(cut out): to a helicopter shot of even more of the
park. We can still see the small area
(cut to): an even further away shot including much of the
(cut to): an overhead, city shot.
(fade out to): black.
The music fades out as the song ends, but don’t cue the over-used Louis
Armstrong song quite yet.
(fade in): to two people holding hands…just the
hands. The guy moves his finger,
rubbing her hand gently and revealing a ring…the ring…Ham’s ring.
(cut to): a shot of Jake and Hamilton sitting in the
waiting area of a hospital, holding hands (same hands as before).
Hamilton: This is crazy…they should let us in
there…they let her dad in there.
Jake: Yeah, Hamilton, he’s her dad. Anyway, Scout said he’d come out as soon as
(cut to): down the hall.
Will Krudski comes jogging up.
He’s older maybe with some facial hair, but…still pretty much the same
Will: Am I too late?
Jake: Nope…we’re still waiting.
She points to a nearby “waiting room” sign.
Hamilton: You made it. I didn’t think you’d be able to get out of that book-signing
wasn’t a problem, but actually getting here…that wasn’t easy. It took two hours just to get from the
airport to here…this is after a five hour flight from Seattle.
Jake: But, you made it…
Will: Yes, and…I brought a video camera.
He holds up the camera bag. It’s small and the camera is too. It is the future, after all.
Jake: They won’t even let us in there.
Hamilton: But Scout’s supposed to—
Scout comes running up to them. The other people in the hospital don’t look so impressed and give
the foursome weird looks.
Scout: I’m a dad!
You guys…I’m a dad. Will! You made it…I’m a dad, Will!
Will gives him a big hug and smiles.
Will: I know…I know…
Jake and Hamilton look at one another, smiling. Jake still looks at Hamilton when she speaks
Jake: So…do I have a new niece or nephew?
Scout looks at them like the question is too complicated
phrased like that.
Hamilton: Boy or girl?
Scout: Uh…boy…a son…I have a son…I have a son! You have to come see him…like now. He’s amazing!
They all hurry down the hall together.
(cut to): Jill holding the baby as the four of them reach
the door. She looks exhausted but she
smiles when she sees them. Her dad is
sitting in a chair next to her.
Jill: Even Will Krudski showed up for this…I’m
Will: Hi Jillian.
(cut to): Jill and the baby. Scout walks up and kisses Jill then the baby. Jill’s dad reaches up and pats him on the
(cut to): Jake, Hamilton and Will as they look on. Will pulls out the video camera.
(dissolve to): later that day. Jake and Hamilton stand together at the nursery window, holding
(cut to): the baby.
His bracelet says “Calhoun.”
(cut to): Jake and Hamilton. Jake watches him watch the baby.
Hamilton: This is like…amazing.
Jake still looks at Hamilton.
Jake: Yes…it is.
He looks over at her.
Hamilton: This is my new favorite place in this
city. Think we can come back?
Jake smiles. They
turn toward each other.
Jake: I’d like that.
He grins as she puts her arm around his neck, pulling him
over for a kiss.
(cut to): a closer shot of them finishing the kiss.
Hamilton: …and is this the perfect ending?
Jake: Well, it’s certainly a good start…
He smiles and kisses her again.
(but really it’s yet another beginning…we seem to have a lot
of those around here J)