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"THE ANNIVERSARY PARTY" -- by Alan Cumming & Jennifer Jason Leigh
FADE IN:
TIGHT CLOSE - JOE THERRIAN - MORNING
He's in his mid-thirties, his face relaxed in sleep,
childlike. Nestled soundly a tangle in the arms of his wife.
THE CAMERA STAYS CLOSE. SLIGHTLY BLURRED, SOFT, SLOWLY
SWINGS ROUND
TIGHT CLOSE - SALLY THERRIAN
She's in her mid-thirties, with large deep eyes. She watches
her husband unguarded in sleep. Her pretty face, alert,
she's barely breathing. Traces the just visible lines around
his eyes, and mouth. Brushes fingertips against his
eyelashes.
TIGHT CLOSE - SALLY'S HAND PULLS THE BEDROOM SHADE.
It retracts with a loud WHACK, sun, sky, trees.
STEVEN (O.S.)
And breath...and chataronga...
EXT. POOL AREA - DAY
We're in the middle of a yoga lesson. Joe and Sally stand on
their mats. Steven, their instructor, wanders around the
couple issuing soft-spoken instructions.
A large room with hard wood floors, dominated by a huge
fireplace. The dining room on one side, living room on the
other. Floor to ceiling windows overlook the back porch
garden pool... The house is classic Neutra. All GLASS and
SMOOTH LINES.
The calm is broken by the telephone. Joe and Sally ignore it
until the answering machine picks up. They break their yoga
poses and listen.
The CAMERA hovers over the answering machine.
LUCY (O.S.)
(over answering machine; sweet,
British, slightly desperate)
Joe, it's Lucy. Remember me? It's the
black sheep here. Bah...not funny.
Haven't heard from you, need you, call
me. Love you madly. Hi, Sally. Joe,
I'd love to talk to you before I go...
JOE
Go where?
LUCY (O.S.)
(over answering machine)
It's a damn nuisance you aren't here, big
brother. Sorry I drone on. I miss you.
I lo--
The machine cuts her off.
NEW ANGLE
Joe and Sally have resumed their positions. This wasn't the
call they were waiting for.
WIDE SHOT
AMERICA, forty-one, and ROSA, fifty, struggle up the steps of
the back porch carrying grocery bags and packages, come
through the sliding glass door...
THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THEM
Through the dining room and into the kitchen, watches the two
unpack groceries, flowers, etc., and start to dress the
dining room table. They speak quietly to each other in
Spanish.
JOE
America, could you just...
America closes the sliding doors between the kitchen and the
dining room, giving the couple their privacy.
JOE (CONT'D)
(calls out)
Thank you, America!
STEVEN
Okay, let's just take a deep breath, let
your ribs expand and relax. And reach up
and into downward dog.
Otis, the Bisenji/Sheperd mix, sleeping on his leopard
pillow, stirs, stretches and groans.
JOE AND SALLY
Good boy, Otis.
The phone RINGS again.
VOICE (O.S.)
(over answering machine)
Hello, I have Dr. Harmon calling for
Sally Therrian.
Sally jumps out of the down dog position and runs to the
phone, all angles.
SALLY
Hello, hi, hi...and? Thank God.
Sally stands with the phone to her ear, her back to Joe.
EXT. POOL AREA - CONTINUOUS
Joe watches her from his position, not concentrating on the
teacher waiting a sign. Sally returns to the lesson. They
do their handstands against the wall, on either side of the
front door.
SALLY
No luck.
JOE
Oh, well, we'll just have to try again.
Sound like a plan?
Sally nods, she and Joe, at Steven's instructions, come out
of their handstands and lie on the floor in a stretched
relax, facing one another.
SALLY
Happy anniversary, baby.
JOE
Happy anniversary.
They smile.
STEVEN
And change sides...
America slides open the dining room doors. The dining table
is covered with bundles of freshly cut flowers. Rosa is
singing in Spanish.
AMERICA
(with the authority of long
years of service)
Mr. Joe, we have to have the house. If
you please now...
JOE
It's yours.
The CAMERA glances off photos of the couple: portraits and
candids, their wedding day, with friends, on vacation,
tumbling on the lawn, and the like.
Some framed and hung, some taped to the fridge or simply
leaning on a shelf. It's clear that at least a handful are
by the same photographer, black and whites, grainy and
beautiful.
There are lots of photos of Joe and his sister Lucy,
documenting their relationship from childhood. There's an
ANNIE LEIBOWITZ photo-shoot of Sally carelessly displayed
somewhere.
INT. BEDROOM - LATER
Joe stands behind Sally in front of the full length mirror,
his arms around her, stroking her belly.
JOE
I love you. Most beautiful woman in the
world.
SALLY
Hardly...
JOE
Accept a compliment.
SALLY
I think you're the most beautiful woman
in the world.
They move toward the bed.
JOE
What did you get me?
SALLY
In the morning, after everyone's gone and
there's just us.
She pushes him on the bed.
JOE
Kiss my eyes.
She does.
SALLY
My wrists.
He does.
JOE
Kiss the back of my knees.
SALLY
Through the sweats or not?
JOE
Not.
She pulls down his sweats. She kisses the back of his knees.
He turns, stares up at her.
SALLY
What?
JOE
You didn't kiss anyone else's knees, did
you?
Sally shakes her head.
SALLY
No. Did you?
JOE
(after a beat)
No. I missed that.
SALLY
I missed all of you. We're okay, aren't
we?
JOE
We're great.
SALLY
I mean, you're really back.
JOE
For good.
They begin to make love...the phone RINGS.
JOE (CONT'D)
Don't get it.
SALLY
Well, it might be Clair. They're
threatening not to come...
JOE
What?
SALLY
They can't find a sitter...
(into the receiver)
Hello? Excuse me? Yes, uh, hold on.
(she looks at Joe)
Just a moment.
(puts the call on hold)
It's Skye Davidson. She needs directions
to the house. You invited Skye fucking
Davidson to our anniversary party?
JOE
Okay. I'm sorry, look, I meant to tell
you. It was the only chance I had to
meet her.
SALLY
You invited her to our anniversary party?
I didn't even invite my mother.
JOE
She goes on location tomorrow. Sally,
I'm sorry. Look, I can't keep her on
hold.
SALLY
(pissed)
No, no of course not. It's Skye fucking
Davidson, for fuck's sake.
JOE
(regards her)
You want me to uninvite her?
SALLY
No, no of course not. How old is she?
Twenty-fucking-two?
She gets out of bed, starts into the bathroom. The CAMERA is
with her.
SALLY (CONT'D)
(into the bathroom mirror)
And she's a stinking fucking actress, for
fuck's sake.
JOE
(into the receiver)
Skye!
(his face lights)
I'm so glad you're able to make it...it's
our sixth, actually.
(flattered)
You read the book again? Well, no, the
ending to chapter six...it's just that
it's not filmic.
We tried it in an earlier draft, but, it
just wasn't filmic... Well, sure, we can
absolutely look at that again. If you're
coming from Laurel, you want to take
Sunset west, we're just past Will Rogers
State Park. Three blocks west of that,
you want to hang right. It's about three
quarters of a mile up a big white thing
on the left.
Sally's started the bath, and is watching him from the
doorway. He meets her eyes mid-sentence.
JOE (CONT'D)
Oh? I don't think tonight. I'm sure
they're well behaved. All our friends
have dogs, and they always want to bring
them. We'd be outnumbered, you see? So
we sort of put a ban on it. Sorry.
He rolls his eyes. Sally walks back into the bathroom, she
isn't buying it.
JOE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
I'm looking forward to meeting you, too.
And Skye, I'm thrilled that you're
willing to take this leap with me.
Eternally grateful, really.
SALLY
(into the bathroom mirror)
I'm going to throw up.
JOE (O.S.)
I can't imagine anyone else playing
Genna.
SALLY
(sanguine)
Really?
INT. BEDROOM - LATER
The doorbell rings. There are two closed doors on either
side of the room. The bed shows no sign of consummated sex.
Joe comes through the left hand door, nearly dressed.
JOE
Who the fuck can be here at this time?
It's not even seven!
Sally comes through the other door, one shoe off, one on.
SALLY
Oh Jesus, who else is always early for
Christ's sake?
NEW ANGLE
Sally kisses his cheek on her way to the door.
SALLY (CONT'D)
Promise you'll be nice to the neighbors.
JOE
I'll say as little as possible.
Sally exits the bedroom.
HOLD ON JOE
For a moment, then Sally re-enters, kisses him deeply.
SALLY
I love you.
INT. FOYER - EARLY EVENING
The house is filled with exquisite flower arrangements,
candles everywhere.
JERRY and JUDY ADAMS are on the porch, just beyond the glass
of the front door. Their argument is inaudible. They're in
their mid-thirties, conservatively dressed. She's stunning,
genetically nervous. Jerry carries a briefcase. She's got
the gift.
Sally opens the door. Hugs and buses them, hello.
JUDY
I know we're early, we're so early.
Sorry.
JERRY
You have to sign your taxes anyway.
SALLY
(a grin)
Of course we do.
(to Judy)
We have to sign our taxes.
JOE
(kisses Judy; all charm)
You can never be too early or too thin.
JERRY
Happy anniversary, buddy! Six months
ago, who would have thunk it?
Jerry hugs Joe.
JOE
(sotto)
Well, not me, to be honest.
JERRY
(sotto)
Don't fuck up again. It's got a ripple
effect. Sally suffers, we all suffer.
JUDY
(offers)
We have a gift?
JOE
Thanks, I'll take that. Champagne?
JUDY
Lovely.
Joe moves toward the kitchen.
JERRY
(a moment, to Sally)
We closed.
SALLY
Fantastic.
(takes his hand)
Out here.
They step out onto the porch. Judy's left alone, unsure
whether to follow or not.
JUDY
(finally, to no one, and to no
response)
The house looks beautiful, are those
hydrangeas?
She stands awkwardly in the middle of the foyer.
EXT. PORCH - CONTINUOUS
JERRY
Joe officially owns No. 4, Cheyenne Walk,
Chelsea, London, England. No small
doing.
SALLY
I love you, you're a genius.
Behind them, in the foyer, Judy wanders aimlessly.
JERRY
I suppose. Sally, that's quite a gift.
I'm not sure it's in your best interest.
SALLY
I adore him.
JERRY
The realtor'll be here tomorrow in the
morning. The house had to go on the
market to insure the loan on the London
flat.
SALLY
I know. I know that. Don't spoil it.
JERRY
What you earn has to double in order to
cover expenses in London, it's an
outrageously expensive city.
SALLY
We've only been over this how many times?
JERRY
You only made half your quote this year.
SALLY
Well, you're a tower of support.
JERRY
I worry because you don't. It's my job.
I'm feeling guilty. I would've liked it
if you waited until the two of you were
on more solid ground.
SALLY
(direct, simple)
We couldn't be on more solid ground.
JERRY
Whatever you say. Listen, I love you.
Otis is barking.
JOE (O.S.)
Otis! No barking!
SALLY
(touched)
And Joe's huge in Europe. He's like a
rock star in London. His novels sell
millions.
JERRY
Not millions.
SALLY
He's directing now.
JERRY
They're paying him scale.
The CAMERA catches sight of Joe behind them. He moves
through the foyer and into the living room with a tray of
glasses and Judy in tow.
SALLY
He gets huge advances on his novels.
He's going back to that. You know how he
hates it here.
JERRY
There's still time to undo this.
SALLY
(kisses his cheek)
We'll be fine.
JERRY
(re: barking dog)
Did you invite them?
SALLY
The Roses? And of course they said yes.
JERRY
That was the plan. And you're thrilled
to have them.
SALLY
Whatever you say.
JERRY
Did you tell Joe to behave?
SALLY
Yes.
JERRY
Did he promise?
SALLY
Scout's honor.
JERRY
Before I forget.
(pulls a novel from his
briefcase)
Put it on the bookshelf.
She flips the book -- on the back is a full page picture of
RYAN ROSE.
SALLY
You're out of your mind.
JERRY
Just do what I say, alright?
SALLY
How much bowing and scraping do you want
us to do?
JERRY
Beats a lawsuit.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Joe and Judy sit on opposite sides of the sofa -- slightly
uncomfortable with each other.
JOE
(to fill the silence,
conspiratorial grin)
I love gifts. What did you guys get us?
JUDY
(chokes on the champagne)
Nothing that can't be exchanged.
JOE
Oh. Well. Good.
JUDY
Congratulations on the deal. How
exciting. Is Sally doing Sally? I mean
it's Sally. The character that's based
on Sally. The character that's based on
Sally in the book.
JOE
The novel. No, Skye Davidson is playing
the lead.
JUDY
Oh my God, I'm a huge Skye Davidson fan.
She's very beautiful.
JOE
Yes, she is.
JUDY
(trying harder)
But I am right, yes? She's based on
Sally.
JOE
It's a novel.
JUDY
Still. Well. Let's drop it.
JOE
Yes.
JUDY
I'm not much of a reader, but I do love
autobiographies, even biographies
sometimes. Mostly non-fiction. Did you
read the new Styron?
JOE
No.
JUDY
It's very good.
(a moment)
I understand you won the Booker Prize.
JOE
Yes I did.
JUDY
(another moment)
Is your script much like the novel?
Jerry says it's very good. But you know,
you read the novel, and then you see the
movie - and most of the time you say,
"what's this?" You know? I sometimes
think we're better off not reading the
novel at all. Because, we come with
expectations... and of course, we know
where we're going. Don't you find?
JOE
Don't I find what?
JUDY
I don't know why Joe, we've known each
other how long...
JOE
Not long.
JUDY
(benign)
Don't be silly.
JOE
Joking.
JUDY
Yes I know. I started to say... I
started to say Joe that --
JOE
Do I put you off?
JUDY
You manage to throw me off balance. I
adore you.
JOE
And I you.
JUDY
But I'm always afraid I'll say something
stupid.
JOE
Ah.
JUDY
And so I always manage to, do you see?
Like the book/script thing, do you see?
JOE
Mmm hmmm.
INT. FOYER
CAL and SOPHIA GOLD are there with their children - JACK and
EVIE - eight and six respectively. Carrying gifts and totes
with toys and changes. Jerry and Sally have gathered them up
and ushered them in.
SALLY
You know Jerry.
CAL
Yes, of course.
SOPHIA
I'm the wife. We've met.
JERRY
(hugs her)
You, I know.
SALLY
(to Evie)
Hey, beautiful girl.
She picks up the four-year-old, swings her around. Jack
hides behind his father's legs.
SOPHIA
(a grin)
Jack? Jack, you promised.
The little boy comes out from behind his father's legs,
covers his eyes with his hands.
JACK
(sings)
Happy anniversary to you. We're glad Joe
came home. Don't split up again. Cause
we like the food.
Much laughter and clapping.
JOE
(in the archway)
Jack. Did you compose that yourself?
CAL
Absolutely.
JOE
Had a little help?
CAL
Absolutely not.
JOE
It has your ring.
CAL
I'm not that good.
JERRY
Cal, my wife Judy.
JUDY
Nice to meet you.
CAL
I think we've met, actually. No? At
another one of these things?
JUDY
No, I don't think so.
JERRY
(to Cal)
Congratulations on the Academy Award.
Great performance. Really warranted.
SOPHIA
He thought so.
JERRY
Sally always manages to get robbed.
SALLY
(a mortified grin)
Enough about me.
SOPHIA
Evie has a little something for you.
Evie shakes her head.
SOPHIA (CONT'D)
You do.
EVIE
(even)
I don't think so.
SALLY
Since when are you so shy?
EVIE
(her mother's daughter)
Never.
SOPHIA
(bright smile)
Honey, we have gifts for you and all
sorts of surprises. Where is America? I
know she's here somewhere.
Joe reaches for the gifts.
JOE
I'll take them.
SOPHIA
No, I have a little talking to do with
America. Privately. I'll find her.
SALLY
(to Sophia)
In the kitchen.
JOE
Who'd like to go and find Otis?
EVIE
Me!
JACK
I guess.
JUDY
The infamous dog?
JOE
He's the best dog in the world.
(to Judy)
They're both coming tonight. Not my
idea.
JUDY
Ours.
JOE
It's Jerry's worst idea.
CAL
What's that?
JOE
The neighbors from hell. The kind that
lay in wait. I'd rather move actually.
Wouldn't I?
(to Sally)
Wouldn't I?
SALLY
(small smile)
Yes.
JOE
(to the kids)
Okay. Last one to find Otis is a smelly
old bum.
Joe goes off with the children to find Otis. Cal sits at the
piano, plays.
INT. FOYER - FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS
Joe holds Evie in one arm. Jack stands beside him, holds his
hand. MONICA and RYAN ROSE face him across the threshold --
the NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS. She's in her late twenties - and
beautiful, eyes everywhere - star struck and house struck.
Ryan is somewhat older, a little awkward in company,
swallowing resentment and a little self righteous.
JOE
Well, hello you two.
(putting Evie down; to Jack)
These are the people who live next door.
Say hello.
Jack does.
JOE (CONT'D)
And close the door, Jack. Because if we
leave it open, Otis will run out and you
know what will happen then?
JACK
Uh, uh.
JOE
He'll run next door into their backyard
and he'll bark and bark and bark and eat
their pitbull for his dinner. Is it a
pitbull?
RYAN
(not amused)
No, actually.
JOE
(to Jack)
Oh whatever. We don't want that to
happen, do we?
JACK
No?
RYAN
It's a rottweiler, actually.
(to Jack)
I don't think our rottweiler is in any
danger, Jack.
JOE
Well, Jack and I are very relieved.
RYAN
I thought this was a party. Are we going
to talk about the dog thing?
MONICA
Please, Ryan.
JOE
(kisses her cheek and shakes
his hand)
No, he's absolutely right. You're
absolutely right, Ryan. Dog talk must be
banned. Canine conversations are
completely discouraged... it's really
good of you to join us. Can I get you a
drink?
RYAN
Not for me, thanks.
An awkward moment.
MONICA
(checks with Ryan)
Something soft.
JOE
Right away. Are you sure you wouldn't
like something soft, Ryan?