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  MONTE CARLO



                              Written by
                               Ron Bass


                          Based on the novel
                             "HEADHUNTERS"
                             by Jules Bass


                                                          THIRD DRAFT
                                                     November 4, 2007



                        OVER BLACK:


         ALICE (V.0.)
         Think of the future, and events
         that will have already happened.
         INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY
         ALICE PERRY (30s), her innate and amiable authority eclipsed
         only by a self-consciousness about her hair, afraid perhaps
         that she hasn't lived up to the promise of its red color,
         chalks "Futur Anterieur" in precise cursive at the board.
                        ALICE
         "By tomorrow, we will have flown to
         France."
         She turns to face her TENTH GRADE FRENCH CLASS.
         Though Alice's make up, earrings and practical flats are
         simple, there is an inherent elegance to their combination
         that hints at a more complex, if uncharted, interior.
                         ALICE (CONT'D)
          Who can give me an example? Paul?
          NOTE: Throughout, all blocks of italicized dialogue should be


         read as in FRENCH with ENGLISH subtitles.
                        PAUL
         "I will have completed the assigned
         translation by the end of
         vacation."
                        ALICE
         C'est bon! Amber?
                        AMBER
         I will have failed French again by
         the end of the year.
         Alice pauses, regarding Amber with a pained sympathy.
                        ALICE
         En francais si'l vows plait?
         INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY


                        EMMA
         So, the definition of the
         derivative of the function "f" at
         point "x" is..?


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
         EMMA LINDGARD (late 20's) rapidly scribbles a complex 
         calculus formula at the board while all of her TWELFTH GRADE
         MALE STUDENTS avidly admire her shape in a tight, stylish
         skirt and heels. She turns suddenly, smiling brightly.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Okay! Kyle?
         KYLE snaps his eyes up to Emma's face, tries to cover.
                        KYLE
         Um... I guess I'm a little lost.
         If optimists see a glass as half full, Emma's is in a
         constant state of cheerful, blonde overflow, even when a
         level of wilfulness is required.
                        EMMA
         Try to follow along. I really want
         you guys to get this! David?
         DAVID gazes back dumbly, stuck in an erotic fog.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Cindy?
                        IS
          INT. HIGH SCHOOL - HOME ARTS LAB - DAY
         TWO GIRLS ( 17) laugh conspiratorially, dredging woven pot
         holders through an egg mixture and dropping them into a
         sputtering pan, as the rest of the CLASS makes French toast.
         The girls sneak looks at MEG KELLY (30's) who tears recipes
         from a Gourmet magazine at her desk at the front of the room.
         Dark hair pulled into a pony tail, face unadorned by makeup,
         Meg's natural sexiness is muted by an air of indifference.
         She glances up when the pan erupts in flames and the girls
         leap back with a shriek, shakes her head.
         The girls attempt to knock the pan from the burner with the
         handle of a broom when a pot lid bangs down, instantly
         snuffing the flames.
         They shrink back as Meg waves the lid, clearing the smoke.
                        MEG
         Do me a favor, and let's just try
         to get to vacation.
         The class bell RINGS! 
                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
          MEG (CONT'D)
         You can burn the school down as
         soon as we're back.
         EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
         Alice, a heavy bag slung over her shoulder, and her boyfriend
         RICHARD (30's, scruffily handsome in sweats and a coach's
         jersey), carrying three binders and a bag of baseball bats,
         exit the school among a crush of students.
         Together, they cross a lawn dotted with patches of late snow,
         to the parking lot, stopping at Alice's weathered Volvo where
         Richard hands over the binders with a kiss.
                        RICHARD
         Got practice until five thirty,
         then I'll be by.
                        ALICE
         I'll see you then. Thanks.
         They kiss again and Richard takes off for the athletic
         fields, passing Meg as she comes from the school, waves.
                         RICHARD
         Hey, Meg! Bon voyage!
         Alice offers a binder to Meg as she arrives at Alice's car.
                        ALICE
         I finished our travel binders!
         Meg takes the binder, looks it over.
                        MEG
         Remind me again why we're taking
         phonebooks to France?
         Alice gives her a look.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         I love my binder. I do.
                        ALICE
         Where's Emma? She knows we're
         meeting, right?
                        MEG
         Forgot her purse.
         (watching the students)
                         (MORE)
                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         You know, for the first time in a
         long time, I feel just as lucky as 
         any of these kids. They may have
         their whole lives ahead of them but
         we've got a week in Paris.
                        ALICE
         Oh, that's right. I keep
         forgetting your life is completely
         over. So sad. I'm really going to
         miss you.
                        MEG
         Funny.
                        EMMA
         Well, that was a close call!
         They turn to see Emma. crossing the parking lot holding a
         quality knock-off designer handbag over her head.
                        MEG
         Look at her. The only teacher in
         Racine County that wears four inch
         heels in six feet of snow.
                        ALICE 
         She always looks great, doesn't
         she?
                        ME G
                        (WITH AFFECTION)
         Damn her.
                        EMMA
                        (ARRIVES)
         My passport was in here!
                        MEG
         Where'd you find it?
                        EMMA
         Second floor girl's bathroom.
         Right where I left it. This
                        MORNING--
                        (SEES BINDER)
         Ooh, binders! Great!
         Alice passes one to Emma.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         You guys were so nice to ask me to
         come with-- 
                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED: (2)
                         ALICE
         Emma, we're a team.
                        EMMA
         I'd just be sitting around the
         condo, trolling e-Harmony...
                        MEG
         The fact that you have trouble
         finding a date--
                        EMMA
         I'm telling you, it's this town!
                        MEG
         Gives me less than no hope.
                        EMMA
         You know what we should do, Meg?
         When we're over there? we should
         all treat ourselves. Find a real
         salon. Total spa treatment. And
         I'm gonna get my hair done. Just
         like this!
         She holds up a European tabloid she's pulled from her purse,


         stabbing a finger at a photograph: CORDELIA WINTHROP SCOTT
         (30's), a blonde heiress deflecting paparazzi in couture.
         NOTE: EMMA and CORDELIA are Played by the same actress.
                        ALICE
         Look at us.
         Meg and Emma turn to Alice, smiling.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
                        (MARVELLING)
         We're really going.
         INT. ALICE'S HOME - BEDROOM - NIGHT
         Alice's passport and a brochure emblazoned with a logo:
         Esprit de Corps Tours, sit on top of her dresser, next to a
         framed photo of Alice and Richard at the Wisconsin Dells.
         Alice struggles to close the overstuffed suitcase on her bed,
         tugging at the stubborn zipper.
                        ALICE
         Come on... Please... please...


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
          The zipper tears away from the suitcase witha loud RIP! is
         INT. MEG'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
         Meg pulls a well-worn stuffed dog from her open suitcase on
         the couch, holding it up to her daughter, FINN (6) who wears
         a spangled tutu and cowboy boots.
                        FINN
         She wants to see Paris, too!
                        MEG
         Finn, if Edith goes to Paris with
         me, she can't go to Daddy's with
         you.
         Finn's brows come together as she considers this, then
         reaches for the dog.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         That's what I thought.
                        (CALLING)
         Seamus!
         SEAMUS, Meg's ten year old son, pounds down the stairs
         carrying an enormous backpack as Meg zips her bag closed.


                        MEG (CONT'D)
         Toothbrush?
         Seamus makes a face, drops his bag and heads back up the
         stairs as the doorbell rings.
                        FINN
         Daddy!
         EXT. MEG'S HOUSE - NIGHT
         GLENN (30s), in a police uniform, watches Meg squeeze her
         children tightly.
                        MEG
                        (TO SEAMUS)
         Remember. Gameboy goes to bed when
         you do. Nine o'clock.
                        GLENN
         Seam, why don't you take your
         sister to the car while your mom
         and I talk.


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
                         FINN
          Can we get on the radio?
                        MEG GLENN
         No. No.
          Meg watches her kids run to the squad car parked at the curb,
         just as KARYN (30's, also in uniform) emerges on the
         passenger side to meet them.
                        GLENN
         And no lights!
                        KARYN
         Hey, Meg!
         Meg lifts her chin in greeting, but that's it.
                        GLENN
         I uh... I heard from my lawyer.
         She said you'd signed your papers.
         Meg watches her kids climb in the car with Karyn.
                         GLENN (CONT'D)
          Guess that makes us official, then.
                        MEG
         You and me?
         (a nod to the car)
         Or...
                        GLENN
         You and me, Meg.
         A beat as they look at one another, hold.
                        SEAMUS
         Mom!
         Seamus reappears, charging up the walk to pull Meg down to
         his level, hugging her.
                        SEAMUS (CONT'D)
         Have fun.
         INT. EMMA'S CONDO - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
         Emma's packed suitcases stand neatly arranged by the door of
         the sparsely furnished, undecorated room.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 S.
                        CONTINUED:
         ANSWERING MACHINE 
         You have no messages.
         Leaning on the lip of the kitchen's bar, Emma presses the
         record button on her answering machine, then speaks with a
         put-on, coolly sophisticated,'jet-setting accent.
                        EMMA
         Hello. You've reached the home of
         Emma Lindgard. I'm afraid I won't
         be able to return your call right
         away, as I'm currently traveling.
         In Europe. But, please, do leave a
         message.
                        TV ANNOUNCER
         ". .She was known as 'The People's
         Princess'...
         Emma turns at the counter to see Princes Diana touring an
         African encampment with children on the television.
                        EMMA
         Ooh!
         She hangs up the phone and sits herself down at the coffee 
         table where a game of solitaire is laid next to a microwaved
         Lean Cuisine dinner.
         She turns up the volume with the remote and gathers the
         cards, shuffling.
         Eyes glued to Princess Diana on television, Emma suddenly
         shoots her hands three feet wide, rifling the cards in
         perfect vertical formation like a seasoned cardsharp.
         EXT. ALICE'S HOUSE - NIGHT
         Alice opens the door, kissing Richard who holds up a suitcase
         in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other.
                        RICHARD
         Special delivery.
         INT. ALICE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
         Alice zips the suitcase shut and raises her arms in victory
         as Richard pours the Champagne into two glasses.
                        ALICE
         That's it! I am good to go!
                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
          Richard brings a glass to Alice, nuzzles her ear.
                        RICHARD
         I'm proud of you, you know.
         Alice takes her glass and presses Richard down onto the bed,
         climbing on top of him.
                        ALICE
         Like Christmas when I was a kid.
         There's no way I'm going to be able
         to sleep tonight--
                        RICHARD
         Good for me.
         They kiss.
                        ALICE
         I mean, how long have I been
         talking about this?
                        RICHARD
         Mmm... You were reading Colette.
         In the teacher's lounge. First
         time we met. Long time.
         Alice pauses as this lands somewhere deep inside.
                        RICHARD (CONT'D)
         This is just the beginning.
                        ALICE
                        (BRIGHTENING)
         It feels like it.
         They clink glasses and Richard watches Alice tip her glass
         back then stop mid-sip to peer down at the delicate diamond
         ring sitting at the bottom of her glass.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
                        (STUNNED)
         Oh. Richard... It's so... It's
         beautiful...
         Richard takes her glass and fishes out the ring.
                        RICHARD
         Let's try it on.
                        ALICE
          But, we can't even celebrate--
                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        RICHARD
         What are you talking about? We're
                        CELEBRATING--
                        ALICE
         But, I'm leaving. I'm--. I'm
         getting on a plane in the morning.
                        RICHARD
                        (LAUGHS)
         Maybe I want to make sure you come
                        BACK--
         (stops, sobers)
         Wait. You're serious. Are you
         serious? You're serious.
                        ALICE
         Let's do this when I get back. In
         a week.
                        RICHARD
         Can you hear yourself?
                        ALICE
         Honey, listen, it's just the
         timing. I wasn't planning on this 
                        TONIGHT--
                        RICHARD
         Whoa. I planned tonight. Tonight
         was my plan--
                        ALICE
         And it's great. This is great.
         You're great. But, Richard, I feel
         like I just need to do this one
         thing first. Then I can do the
         next. Then I can do this.
         (off his silence)
         Can you understand? There's a
         world I haven't even seen yet...
         Alice, hopeful, searches Richard's inscrutable expression a
         beat, then he turns away and gets up, ring in hand.
                        RICHARD
         I thought we'd be seeing it
         together.
         (pockets the ring)
         Have a great trip, Alice.
         He heads for the door.
                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED: (3)
                         ALICE
                        (STRICKEN)
         Richard, come on. You're leaving?
                        RICHARD
         (without looking back)
         Maybe I'll see you in a week.
         Alice listens to his footfalls and the slam of the front
         door, then falls back on the bed, striking her head on the
         open suitcase, wincing.
                        ALICE
                        (MISERABLE)
         I'm sorry...
                        PILOT (PRE-LAP)
         Ladies and Gentleman, we are about
         to begin our descent into Charles
         de Gaulle International Airport...
         INT. AIRPLANE - IN FLIGHT - DAY
         Meg sleeps in an aisle seat of the dim coach cabin where all
         the window shades have been drawn down, Emma dozing beside
         her, a game of cards laid out on her tray table.


         Alice brings her seat to the upright position as instructed
         and sits, hyper-alert, looking at her closed window shade.
         A beat.
         She reaches out and raises the shade a tentative crack,
         flooding their row with light.
         She glances furtively around the cabin, then inches the shade
         higher, drawing in a sharp breath at what she sees.
         She flings the shade up.
         ALL OF PARIS is laid out below her; a magical nautilus-like
         wheel with the Eiffel Tower as its central axle.
         Her breath steams the window as she drinks it all in.
         She turns, eyes full, to Meg who cranes across Emma to share
         in the view and squeeze Alice's arm with a smile.
                        EMMA
         Are we there?!
                        0





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         INT. CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORT - DAY
         A CUSTOMS AGENT stamps Alice's passport with a thump.
                        CUSTOMS AGENT
         Bien venue.
         Alice looks up from her imprinted passport, smiles hugely.
                        ALICE
         Merci .
         EXT. CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORT - DAY
         Alice emerges with Meg and Emma, each struggling with their
         luggage, onto the thronged arrivals deck.
                        EMMA
         There it is! Esprit de Corps!
         Alice looks to where Emma points, seeing a small sky-blue
         flag at the end of a long staff held by MADAME VALERY (40s,
         pinched) their harried tour guide in a suit of the same blue.
                        ALICE
         Excuse me, are you Madame Valery?
                        0
         Madame Valery glances up from her clipboard beside their bus.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         Hi, my name is Alice Perry--
                        MADAME VALERY
                        (GESTURING)
         Bags go under the bus.
                        ALICE
         I'm traveling with my friends, Meg
         Kelly and Emma Lindgard--
                        MADAME VALERY
                        (FLAT)
         I speak English.
                        EMMA
         Well, that's great!
                        ALICE
         We're so excited!
         Madame Valery eyes Alice unfolding a map from her binder.


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
          ALICE (CONT'D)
         Now, I was hoping you could tell me
         which route the bus will be taking--
                        MADAME VALERY
                        (WEARILY PREDICTIVE)
         You're not going to be a problem,
         are you?
         EXT. PARIS - DAY
         The battered Esprits de Corps Tours bus careens through the
         streets, listing wildly from side to side.
         INT. TOUR BUS - DAY - MOVING


                        MADAME VALERY
         (over bus's P.A.)
         On your right...
         Alice, squashed beside Meg on the over-crowded bus, whips her
         head up from her guidebook.
         MADAME VALERY (CONT'D)
         Was the Arc de Triomphe.


                        ALICE
         This is ridiculous...
                        EMMA
         Hey, Alice! Meg!
          Alice and Meg turn to Emma across the aisle, who hooks a
         thumb at CARL and DEEDEE (late 60's, both stout) beside her.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Can you believe? They're from St.
         Paul! On their honeymoon!
                        CARL
         Waited a long time for this! But,
         we finally made it!
                        EMMA
         Alice, that's like you!
         (back to couple)
         We're here celebrating my friend
         Meg's divorce!
                        0





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         EXT. THE LOUVRE - DAY 
         The bus hurtles around the drive, screeching to a halt,
         bouncing roughly on its shocks at the museum's entrance.
          INT. LOUVRE - DAY
         Alice, Meg and Emma race past gallery after gallery, trying
         to keep Madame Valery's little blue flag in sight as it flies
         over the crowd in the distance.
         Alice whipsaws her head at everything they're missing, making
         notes in her guidebook on the fly.
                        ALICE
         Try to remember that! We'll double
         back for the Chagalls!
         INT. LOUVRE - DAY
         Madame Valery leads the charge up the right wing of the Daru
         staircase, past the statue of Winged Victory.
         Alice stops Meg and Emma in front of the statue, while Carl
         and Deedee try to catch their breath on the landing.


                        ALICE
                        (READING FAST)
         .Also called Nike of Samothrace.
         Greek goddess Nike, meaning
         victory. Two-twenty to one-ninety
         B. C. Okay, go!
         They head for the right stairs just as Madam Valery
         reappears, descending with her group on the left.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         Oh.
         Alice turns Meg and Emma around to come back down.
                        DEEDEE
         Well, that saved us a climb.
         INT. LOUVRE - DAY
         Emma elbows her way out of a crush of raised cameras and
         cellphones to Alice and Meg who strain at the rear of the
         CROWD to view a painting, all but the top of its gold frame
         obscured.


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
                         EMMA
         (waving her camera)
         I got it! I got it!
         INT. BISTRO - NIGHT
         Meg and Emma sit hunched over Emma's camera and its shaky,
         digital image of the Mona Lisa, squeezed in with Alice and
         the rest of their tour at too few tables.
                        EMMA
         Alice, I'll e-mail it to you.
         Meg looks up, catching Alice eyeing their surroundings.
                        MEG
         (re: Mona Lisa)
         At least she's smiling.
                        ALICE
         (snaps to, smiling)
         What? No. I'm--. I'm just a
         little tired.
                        EMMA
         (a happy idea)


         Hey! I'll bet you have jet lag!
         We'll probably all get it!
         Meg raises a glass of wine.
                        MEG
         To jet lag.
         Emma and Alice raise their glasses to toast as WAITERS plunk
         down identical plates of steak frites before them.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         To Alice. Best organizer. Best
         guide. Best friend.
                        EMMA
         To Alice!
         They clink glasses and Alice is suddenly jostled, just as
         she's about to sip, by Carl as he turns from the table behind
         her, spilling her wine.
                        DEEDEE
         Oh, Carl!


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
                        CARL 
         I am so sorry!
                        ALICE
         (mopping her front)
                        IT'S OKAY--
                        DEEDEE
         He was just looking for the catsup-
                        CARL
         If you're not using it.
         As Emma passes the bottle of catsup, Meg offers Alice her
         napkin, and waiters sweep their plates away, replacing them
         with creme brulees.
                        ALICE
         Oh! No. Wait. Pardon, Monsieur--
                        CARL
                        (RECEIVING CATSUP)
         Merci!
         He turns now, catsup in hand, to blink at the creme brulee
         that has replaced his own and Deedee's steaks.


         Alice places a hand on Madam Valery's arm as she passes.
                        ALICE
         Pardon, Madame, but...
         Madam Valery slowly raises her eyes from Alice's hand.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         I'm sorry, but--
                        MEG
         Are you apologizing?
                        ALICE
         They've taken our dinners away--
         Madame Valery taps her watch and then her clipboard.
                        MADAME VALERY
         There were stragglers at the.
         museum. Now, I am behind schedule.
                        0





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 17.
          EXT. LE PETIT SOMMEIL HOTEL - NIGHT
         Esprit de Corps tour members disembark from their bus in
         front of a comically narrow and vertical Baroque hotel with
         its name in feeble buzzing neon: Le Petit Sommeil.
                        ALICE (PRE-LAP)
         Look! Look at this picture and
         tell me what's different!
         INT. LE PETIT SOMMEIL HOTEL - NIGHT
         The women lower the travel brochure and its photograph of a
         tidy well-appointed suite, to regard the actual one in which
         they stand; dingy, impossibly small, crowded by an armoire
         that nearly meets the low sloping ceiling, with two spindly
         twin beds and a military-style cot.
                        EMMA
         Toujour le suck-ez vous.
                        ALICE
         I researched at least a million
                        TOURS--
                         MEG
         Well. This is the one we could
         afford.
         A beat as they consider the room and their lot in life.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         It's only five nights--
                        EMMA
         Five nights? Here?!
                        MEG
         And, Alice, you said yourself,
         we'll hardly ever be in our room.
                        (SELLING IT)
         It'll be like camping. At Eagle
         River. It'll be fun!
         Emma opens what is essentially a closet with a toilet.
                        EMMA
         Here's your outhouse, Meg. Go
         nuts.
         Alice joins Emma at the bathroom door.


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
         EMMA (CONT'D) 
         Me? I'm going to try to hold it.
                        MEG
         Okay, Emma. Let's just unpack--
         she turns for the luggage, nearly falling over at the weight
         of Emma's suitcase as she reaches to lift it.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         Holy--! Alice, help--
         Alice climbs onto one of the beds to help Meg lift.
                        ALICE
         Emma, what have you got in here?
                        EMMA
         Just the stuff you put on my list--
         (off her look)
         And a couple options.
         The bag slips from Meg's grasp, crashing onto the foot of the
         bed which collapses, catapulting Alice onto the cot which
         flips up over her, knocking Emma into the tiny bathroom.


                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Hey! Come on, guys!
         INT. LE PETIT SOMMEIL HOTEL - NIGHT
         Alice gazes out a window that opens onto a narrow alley and
         the ugly backsides of buildings, as Meg and Emma sleep
         fitfully behind her.
         She looks down at the cellphone in her hands, scrolling
         through her speed dial to stop at: 1. Richard.
         She hesitates with her thumb over the "call" button.
         She turns back to the miserable view, considering for a beat,
         then folds her phone away as she blinks back tears.
         EXT. PONT DES ARTS BRIDGE - DAY
         Madame Valery leads a diminished flock, bobbing her staff
         with its blue flag, in a forced march across the span of the
         ornate pedestrian bridge toward the waiting tour bus.


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
          MADAME VALERY
         The Pont des Arts has it's name for
         the vast number of art students
         that come here to paint this famous
         city view...
         Meg and Emma, the worse for wear, trail Madame Valery at a
         distance with Alice who now leads her own handful of tour
         members, Carl and Deedee among them.
                        ALICE
         It's called the Pont des Arts
         because the Louvre was formally
         known as the Palais des Arts...
         Madame Valery stops ahead, turning back to take in Alice and
         her cluster of appreciative followers.
                        MADAME VALERY
         People! We must keep together!
         EXT. NOTRE DAME CATHEDRAL -- DAY
         Alice's group circles an inscribed stone medallion with a
         star-shaped brass inset on the pavement outside Notre Dame.


                        DEEDEE
         "Point zero. Dez roots dee France."
                        ALICE
         It's from right here that all the
         highway miles in all of France are
         measured. They also say that if
         you stand on this exact spot, you
         are be destined to return to France
         in the future.
                        MEG
         Oh, I'm in! Come on. Everyone!
         Together, they all step forward, arms entwined, laughing.
                        EMMA
         I want a picture! Of all of us!
         Alice looks up as Emma breaks away, to see Madam Valery
         leading her dwindling group from the great church.
         Madame Valery sends her charges to the bus, then heads
         straight for Alice as Emma tries to enlist a JAPANESE COUPLE
         to take a group photo with her camera.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 20.
                        CONTINUED:
                        MADAME VALERY
         My head count was short in the
         cathedral.
                        ALICE
         I'm sorry. I was explaining about
                        POINT ZERO--
         Madame Valery sizes Alice up and taps her staff as the group
         forms around them, joined by the Japanese couple.
                        MADAME VALERY
         This flag? I do not carry it for
         my pleasure.
                        ALICE
         We were just on our way inside--
                        MADAME VALERY
         Well, now you may head to the bus.
                        ALICE
         But, we haven't been--
                        MADAME VALERY
         Which is why you must follow my 
         flag!
                        ALICE
         okay. We will. I promise. But,
         these people haven't seen the
                        CATHEDRAL---
                        MADAME VALERY
         There are many churches on the
         tour.
                        ALICE
         But, this is Notre Dame! They need
         to see this--
                        MADAME VALERY
         I assure you, they will see
         everything they need to see--
                        ALICE
                        (LOSING IT)
         Well, what's the point if it's all
         a big fat blur? When nobody can
         see anything properly? Let alone
         experience it, or appreciate--


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 21.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
          MADAME VALERY
         You seem quite the Paris expert,
         for someone who has never been.
                        EMMA
         Ill bet she knows more about it
         than you!
         The Japanese wife frames the action with Emma's camera.
                        ALICE
         I might not have ever been here
         before, but...
                        (EMOTIONAL)
         I've waited my whole life for this
         trip.
                        CARL
         We've waited thirty years--
                        MEG
         You tell her, Carl.
                        ALICE
         You keep rushing us through, like
         this is some kind of race--
                        (REALLY HURT)
         And you won't even speak French
         with me.
                        (SGUARES HERSELF)
         Now, I think I've been very nice.
         We're from Wisconsin. But, I'm
         telling you, I am not getting on
         that bus until my friends and I
         have seen Notre Dame.
         Meg and Emma exchange looks as Alice plants herself with
         folded arms and steely resolve before Madame Valery.
                        MADAME VALERY
         Perhaps, if Madame is not satisfied
         with my tour she could conduct her
         own.
                        EMMA
         What'd she say?
         Alice's eyes narrow in regarding Madame Valery and all fall
         silent a beat; a crowd anticipating fireworks.
         CLICK! The Japanese wife snaps a picture of the standoff,
          the sound of the shutter triggering Alice to action.
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 22.
                        CONTINUED: (3)
         With lightning speed, she seizes Madame Valery's flag. 
                        CROWD
         Whoa!
         Madame Valery, nonplussed, reaches out to reclaim her flag,
         but Alice jerks it further away, while the Japanese woman
         snaps picture after picture.
                        DEEDEE
         Carl, we're getting on the bus!
         Madame Valery lunges for the stick.
         EXT. NOTRE DAME CATHEDRAL - DAY
         The bus pulls away, revealing the Japanese couple who return
         Emma's camera with a bow, Meg, and Alice holding the flag.
                        EMMA
         That was fantastic!
                        MEG
         "A" plus!
         Alice, cheeks flushed, watches Carl waving goodbye from the
                        0
         bus's rear window.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         Alice, you okay?
         Alice brings the staff down across her knee, snapping it in
         two, casting the broken ends into the gutter as she raises
         herself to her full height.
                        ALICE
         Now, the real tour can begin!
                        MEG
         Let's kick this town's ass!
         Alice marches forward as a few drops of rain fall.
                        EMMA
         I think it's starting to rain--
                        ALICE
         Who cares? We're in Paris! What's
         a little rain?
                        0





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 23.
          EXT. LE MEURICE HOTEL - NIGHT
         Water pours in sheets from the sky as Alice, Meg and Emma
         splash down the Rue de Rivoli and duck beneath the shelter of
         the hotel's canopy.
         They shake water from their arms and hair, pluck at their
         sopping clothes.
                        PHOTOGRAPHER 1
         Cordelia!
         They glance over at a few PAPARAZZI sharing the protection of
         the overhang on the far side of the entrance, as a camera
         flashes in taking Emma's picture.
         Emma smiles, blinks, confused as another photographer
         admonishes the first.
                        PHOTOGRAPHER 2
         You're wasting your film. That's
         not her.
                        EMMA
         What're they saying?


         Alice looks about in equal confusion, but stops short when
         she sees the opulent restaurant behind the window's glass.
                        ALICE
         Oh.
         Meg and Emma turn to gape as well at the DINERS and elegant
         tables inside as the rain hammers down.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         That, mes aims, is Paris.
                        EMMA
         You think they'd let me use the
         bathroom?
         INT. LE MEURICE HOTEL - LOBBY - NIGHT
         Meg and Emma step into the lobby, a palatial world of marble,
         gold and flowers, as Alice confers with the DOORMAN.
                        EMMA
         Wow.
                        0
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 24.
                        CONTINUED:
                        ALICE 
                        (TO DOORMAN)
         Merci.
         (joins Emma and Meg)
         Okay, Emma, it's down the hall to
         the left. Meg and I'll go and get
         us a table--
                        EMMA
         Meet you in there.
         Emma heads for the ladies room, gaping at the lobby.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Wow...
                        MEG
         Get us a table? Alice, we can't
         afford to eat here--
                        ALICE
         My treat.
                        ME G
         You can't afford---


                        ALICE
         (hooking Meg's arm)
         We're going to do one thing right
         in Paris. I don't care how much it
         costs.
         They turn for the dining room, passing the front desk where
         CORDELIA WINTHROP SCOTT (dressed similarly to Emma, though at
         ten times the cost) unleashes her ire on the CONCIERGE.
                        CORDELIA
         And, just how do you propose I am
         to travel tomorrow, then?
                        CONCIERGE
         I am sorry, but, there is nothing--
         A MANAGER enters from the back.
                        MANAGER
         Mademoiselle Scott, I have checked
         and there is no sign of a package--


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 25.
                        CONTINUED: ( 2)
                         CORDELIA
         Marvelous. I'd like to see someone
         who speaks English, please. If
         there is such a person in France.
         The concierge and manager look to one another and back.
                        MANAGER
         This is not English we are
         speaking?
         INT. LE MEURICE HOTEL -- LADIES ROOM - NIGHT
         Emma swings through the door into the black marble bathroom,
         grabbing a towel to swipe at her wet hair.
         She stops abruptly, examines the towel.
                        EMMA
         These are cloth!
         She takes the towel into one of the stalls, closing the door
         behind her just as Cordelia strides in, stops at the counter.
                        CORDELIA
                        (ACID DISGUST)
          France.
         Cordelia's cellphone RINGS! and she pulls it from her purse.
         EMMA (O.S.)
         Hello?
                        CORDELIA
                        (INTO PHONE)
         You would not believe these people.
         So rude!
         She takes her phone into the stall next to Emma's and closes
         the door just as Alice and Meg enter.
         CORDELIA (O.S.) (CONT'D)
         And they wonder why none of us do
         Paris anymore! What I've been
         through--. And, Daddy is being
                        PERFECTLY HIDEOUS--
         Alice and Meg look at one another in the mirror, overhearing
         Cordelia, as they pick up towels to dry off.
          CORDELIA (O.S.) (CONT'D)
          He's making me go to Monte Carlo!
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 26.
                        CONTINUED:
                        ALICE 
         Emma?
         EMMA (0. S.)
         Yeah. I'm here.
         CORDELIA (O.S.)
         I don't know. Some auction. One
         of those foundations--. But, have
         I heard from them? No. And they
         were to take care of the plane--.
         Well, I'm certainly not going to go
         if, Wait, where are you?
                        (LISTENS)
         Reykjavik? Would I need a coat?
         A toilet flushes and Cordelia opens her stall door, heads for
         the counter, oblivious to Alice and Meg who freeze with their
         towels, blinking at her uncanny resemblance to Emma.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         Do you know if there's an evening
         flight--?
         Alice and Meg turn to each other, then to Cordelia's
         reflection in the glass, their mouths hanging open.


                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         Ooh, I think I can just make it.
         No. I won't even check out here.
         It's better if everyone thinks I'm
         being a good girl and taken the
         trip down to--
         Cordelia stops when her eyes snag on Alice and Meg.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         Let me call you when I get to the
         airport. It may take awhile...
         She gives Alice and Meg a devastating look up and down.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         It appears to be raining outside.
         Quite hard.
         She picks up her purse and exits without looking back just as
         Emma opens her stall door and joins Alice and Meg, who gape
         at her with towels in their hands.
                        EMMA
         Did you see those are cloth?





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 27.
          INT. LE MEURICE HOTEL - RESTAURANT - NIGHT


                        MEG
         No, Emma, I mean, exactly like you.
                        EMMA
         Well, she sounded awful. And kind
         of mean.
         Alice, Meg and Emma, punchy and a little drunk, enjoy wine
         from enormous glasses as they finish their meals.
                        ALICE
         (draining her glass)
         She should be ashamed. Can you
         imagine having a room here and then
         not staying in it?
         An ANXIOUS WAITER races in, refilling Alice's glass.
                        EMMA
                        (PERFECT MIMIC)
         Darling, I was thinking of ordering
         this entire menu, and then not
         eating it!


         The waiter retreats, joining FIVE others standing at
         discreet, fearful attention, all careful not to look at Emma
         whom they've clearly mistaken her for Cordelia.
                        MEG
         We should just take it. Her room.
                        EMMA
         And her trip to Monte Carlo!
                        (TO ALICE)
         That's still France, right?
                        MEG
         Alice, how fast can you get a
         binder going on a trip like that?
                        ALICE
                        (LAUGHS)
         Oh, I'd love to see that. Us in
         Monte Carlo.
                        MEG
         What's so funny about that? We got
         in here.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 28.
                        CONTINUED:
                        EMMA 
                        (MIMICKING)
         Indeed. It is pitiful how low the
         standards here have fallen.
         Two waiters step in to clear plates, hearing all.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
                        (MIMICKING)
         Remind me to have Daddy buy this
         hotel so that I can knock it down.
         Alice and Meg laugh with Emma as the waiters head for the
         kitchen in panic.
                        WAITER
         (whispers to other)
         She is a monster!
                        MEG
         Emma, you could be her!
                        EMMA
                        (MIMICKING)
         Darling, Meg. Always making me
         laugh!
                        (DROPPING IT)
         Who in their right mind would ever
         believe that I was--
                        MANAGER
         Pardon, Mademoiselle Scott?
         The three look up at the manager in surprise.
                        ALICE
         I'm so sorry. Were we being too
         loud?
                        MANAGER
         No, no, we are all very happy to
         see Mademoiselle Scott smile...
         A WINE STEWARD hustles up to the table with an ice bucket
         stand and a bottle of Champagne.
                        MANAGER (CONT'D)
         Please. In apology for our earlier
         misunderstanding.
                        EMMA
         Our misunder--? 
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 29.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        MANAGER
         Your dinners as well. With our
         compliments...
         The three women exchange glances as the steward begins to
         open the bottle and the manager bows, backing away.
                        EMMA
         Excuse me, Monsieur?
                        MANAGER
         Oui, Mademoiselle?
         Emma smiles, broadly, batting her eyelashes as the steward
         pops the Champagne cork.
                        EMMA
                        (PERFECT BRITISH)
         I so hate to be a bother, but I
         seem to have misplaced my room key.
         INT. LE MEURICE HOTEL - SUITE - NIGHT
         CLICK! The door swings open into the dark room, framing the
         three drunk laughing women.


         Alice fumbles for a switch, hitting the lights, and their
         laughter cuts abruptly at the sumptuous interior of gleaming
         marble, gilt and silk.
                        ME G
                        HOLY--
                        EMMA
         Scheize.
         Alice sees but one the thing: The Eiffel tower illuminated
         on the other side of a bank of French doors.
                        ALICE
         A view! There's a view.
         Alice races to push back the window sheers, revealing a
         staggering panorama of the city, the Seine, and the Eiffel
         tower in the pouring rain.
         The entire city of light is reflected in her eyes.
         EMMA (O.S.)
         Now this is more like it!


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 30.
                        CONTINUED:
                        MEG 
         There's whole other room in here!
         INT. LE MEURICE HOTEL - SUITE -- BEDROOM -- NIGHT
         Alice enters, steering around a tower of Louis Vuitton
         luggage, as Meg pulls a fresh bottle of Champagne from a
         bucket of ice.
                        ALICE
         Wait. What are you guys doing?
         Emma launches herself onto the enormous bed.
                        EMMA
         This is the room we were supposed
         to have!
                        ALICE
         On what planet? Come on. We were
         only going to take a look!
                        MEG
         So, we're looking.
         (pops the Champagne)
         And we like what we see. 
                        ALICE
         Meg!
         Meg takes the bottle and crawls up with Emma.
                        EMMA
         Alice, take a break, would you? We
                        WALKED EIGHTY-POINT-FOUR-SIX-SEVEN-
         two kilometers... A lot happened
         today.
                        ALICE
                        BUT--
                        MEG
         (pats the bed)
         Alice, how many do chances do we
         get? For something like this?
         Alice considers, looks out the window at the streaming rain.
                        ALICE
         Okay. But, just until it stops
         raining. Then we go.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 31.
                        CONTINUED:
                         MEG
         (makes room for Alice)
         Agreed.
         Alice climbs up and together, the three pass the bottle of
         Champagne as they study the ceiling's ornate plasterwork.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
                        (LAUGHS)
         I'm sorry, I just keeping thinking
         of the look on that woman's face!
                        EMMA
         I'm glad I got pictures!
                        ALICE
         I did surprise her--
                        MEG
         Surprised me!
                        EMMA
         Really loved that flag, didn't she?
                        ALICE
         Poor Carl and Deedee...


                        EMMA
         Do you think that if you sleep in a
         bed like this every night your
         dreams are different?
         Alice rolls to her side and the view of the Eiffel tower.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Like, are they bigger? You know?
         Do you dream a more amazing life?
         Meg kicks off her shoes, lets them drop.
                        MEG
         Well... We'll never know.
         Seen from the bed, the light atop the Eiffel tower breaks
         through the dissipating clouds to swing a searching arc
         through the night sky...
                        MATCH DISSOLVE
         The Eiffel tower gleams gold and orange in the morning sun.
                        0





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 32.
         INT. LE MEURICE HOTEL - BEDROOM - SUITE - MORNING 
         A telephone rings, stirring Alice. It rings again.
         She reaches for it in her sleep as Emma sits up groggily
         beside Meg curled around the empty Champagne bottle.
                        ALICE
                        (ANSWERING)
         Hello?
                        EMMA
         What time is it?
         Alice's eyes fly open as she snaps awake.
                        ALICE
         Oh, yes. Yes...
                        EMMA
                        (SHAKING MEG)
         Meg, wake up. We're in trouble--
         Meg pulls herself up, sees Alice on the phone.
                        MEG


         Oh, shiii--
                        ALICE
         We'll be right down. Merci.
         She hangs up.
                        EMMA
         We were only joking! We didn't
         mean to--!
                        MEG
         We'll tell them it was a mistake!
                        EMMA
         Alice?
                        ALICE
         Cordelia, your car is here.
         INT. LE MEURICE HOTEL - LOBBY - DAY
         Alice, Meg and Emma attempt to conceal themselves behind
         Cordelia's tower of cases as it's wheeled from the elevator
         by two PORTERS.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 33.
                        CONTINUED:
          The women scurry for the exit past the desk manager.
                        MANAGER
         Mademoiselle Scott!
                        ALICE
         Just keep moving.
         The three women increase their pace, but the manager catches
         up to them with an express envelope.
                        MANAGER
         Mademoiselle Scott, this came for
         you this morning. The package you
         were seeking?
         Emma merely blinks at the offered envelope.
                        MEG
         Take it. Just take it.
                        EMMA
                        (SNATCHING IT)
         Thanks again!
         They break for the door, but the manager follows.


                        MANAGER
         I'm afraid there may still be some
                        PHOTOGRAPHERS OUTSIDE--
                        EMMA
         What?
         EXT. LE MEURICE HOTEL - DAY
         As they emerge, the manager and doormen hustle Alice, Emma
         and Meg towards a waiting car and driver, as paparazzi call
         and shoot from across the boulevard.
                        ALICE
         Thank you so much but I think we'll
                        WALK--
                        MANAGER
                        (LAUGHS)
         But, you can not walk to the
         airport.
                        ALICE
                        (STOPS FAST)
          The airport?
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 34.
                        CONTINUED:
         A beat, as Emma and Meg look to Alice for direction and the 
         frenzied calls of the paparazzi increase.
         INT. CAR - MOVING - DAY


                        ALICE
         It's fine. It's fine. We'll just
         have him drop us off...
         Alice and Meg look out the back window at the manager who
         waves them farewell, the doorman shooing photographers.
                        MEG
         They really do think she's her...
         RIP! Alice and Meg spin to Emma as she spills the envelope 's
         contents.
                        EMMA
         What? I want to know where we're
         going.
                        ALICE
         We're going back to our hotel--
         Emma holds up an itinerary with a big mischievous grin.


                        EMMA
         No. We're going to Monte Carlo!
                        ALICE
         No. We're not.
                        MEG
                        (TAKING ITINERARY)
         Let me see that--
                        EMMA
         Alice, what's "prive?" Is that
         like an airline?
                        ALICE
         Emma, for crying out loud. Meg,
         you want to help me out here?
                        MEG
         Hold on... I'm reading...
                        EMMA
         See? Meg wants to go. Don't you,
         Meg?
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 35.
                        CONTINUED:
                         ALICE
         No, Meg, doesn't.
         Meg looks up from the itinerary, shrugs.
                        MEG
         Trip's paid for, whether that girl
         takes it or not.
                        ALICE
         Oh! And somehow that magically
         makes taking it right?
                        EMMA
         What's the worst that could happen?
                        ALICE
         I can think of a lot of things--
                        MEG
         You're in charge. You want to go
         back to that hotel, okay by me.
         A beat while Alice looks between Meg and Emma, trapped.
                        MEG (CONT'D)


         Totally your call.
                        EMMA
                        (FULL-ON CORDELIA)
         And, darling, we'll completely
         understand if you feel we shouldn't
         go.
         EXT. AIRPORT - TARMAC - DAY
         The car drives across the wide stretch of runway on a
         trajectory for a waiting private jet.
         INT. PRIVATE JET - IN FLIGHT - DAY
         The women swivel around in their plush seats at the POP! of a
         cork as a STEWARD opens a bottle of Champagne.
                        ALICE
         Okay. We go. We take a look
         around. We get on a train and come
         right back...


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 36.
                        CONTINUED:
                        MEG 
         Anything goes wrong, we say it was
         a language thing, that we didn't
                        UNDERSTAND--
                        EMMA
         Now, I like that idea, because it's
         true!
         They fall silent as the steward appears with glasses of
         Champagne, wait for him to retreat.
                        ALICE
         Go, look, come right back. It's a
         good plan.
         Alice, Meg and Emma clink glasses.
                        MONTAGE:
         EXT. AIRPORT - NICE - DAY
         The steward helps the women from the plane, where another
         UNIFORMED MAN waits on the tarmac to escort them further.
         INT. NICE AIRPORT - DAY
         Their escort opens a door ahead of them to a roof deck, wind
         spilling in to the stairway they climb.
         EXT. NICE AIRPORT - ROOF DECK - DAY
         They emerge onto the deck, Emma squealing and grabbing Alice
         when she sees their waiting helicopter.
         INT./EXT. HELICOPTER - IN FLIGHT - DAY
         Alice, Meg and Emma delight as the helicopter banks along the
         coast, the Mediterranean glittering in blue and green below.
         A craggy ridge falls away and all of MONTE CARLO unfolds in
         step upon step of coral rooftops, cream and gold.
         END MONTAGE.
         EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - DAY
         Alice, Emma and Meg step from a limousine, blinking in the
         bright sunlight to take in the square in front of the hotel,
         its fountain and the adjacent casino.


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 37.
                        CONTINUED:
                         ALICE
          Okay! What do we want to do first?
          Check out the palace, or the beach?
                         MEG EMMA
          Beach! Palace?!
                         ALICE (CONT'D)
         Let's find a map--
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Mademoiselle Scott!
         They turn as JEAN-PIERRE MICHAND (late 30's), sophisticated
         in jeans and a sportscoat but with a warm bohemian air, comes
         down the steps, an oversized envelope tucked under his arm.
                        EMMA
         Well, bon jour me.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         You made it! I was getting a
         little frantic--. When I did not
         hear from you--. So I sent your
                        TRAVEL--
          (laughs at himself)
         But, you are here.
         (off her blank look)
         Forgive me. Jean-Pierre. Michand.
         With the foundation--
         He pauses in shaking Emma's hand as his eyes land on Alice
         with friendly curiosity, a charge.
                        JEAN-PIERRE (CONT'D)
         Welcome--. I---. I didn't realize
         you would be bringing--
                        EMMA
         Oh, I'm sorry! This is Alice Perry
         and Meg Kelly. Two of my dearest
         friends. Visiting from America!
                        ALICE
                        (SHAKING HANDS)
         Hello.
         Jean-Pierre has trouble pulling his eyes from Alice as he
         shakes Meg's hand.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
          It is a pleasure to meet friends--
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 38.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        EMMA 
         I'll say.
         Emma sneakily indicates Jean-Pierre's empty ring finger to
         Alice and Meg as he consults his wristwatch.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
                        (WHISPERED ASIDE)
         No ring.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         I'm terribly sorry, but, I am
         already late for a meeting--
                        MEG
         We won't keep you--
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         I just wanted to make sure you
         arrived safely and that I was here
         to greet you.
                        (AN AFTERTHOUGHT)
         Oh. And, of course, to deliver
         your invitations for the week, and
         the foundation's report--


                        EMMA
         Invitations for the week--?
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Various events. Leading up to the
                        AUCTION--
                        (THE WATCH)
         Again, I am so sorry, but, I am
         reluctant to keep His Highness
         waiting.
                        EMMA
         His Highness?
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         The Prince. But, we will see each
         other at the casino for tonight's
         game. Please, bring your friends--
                        ALICE
         You are very generous, and we'd
         love to, but, I'm afraid Cordelia
         has other plans this evening--
         Jean-Pierre turns, charmed by Alice's perfect French, and
         alarmed by this news.
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 39.
                        CONTINUED: (3)
                         JEAN-PIERRE
                        BUT--
                        ALICE
         We're very sorry--
                        JEAN-PIERRE
                        (MOUNTING ANXIETY)
         Perhaps we have misunderstood each
         other. Mademoiselle Scott--. She
         must be there for tonight's game.
         The prince. His Highness has asked
         to be seated across from her--
                        EMMA
         What's he saying? Which prince?
         Jean-Pierre looks imploringly between the three.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Please. It is for the foundation.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         Within a glossy brochure: A collage of "snapshots" shows
          happy African children grouped outside their new school;
         raising their hands at their desks in a pristine classroom;
         finding their country on a glossy globe.
                        ALICE
                        (ANGUISHED)
         Oh, would you look at these kids?
                        MEG
         No, I can't. I can't stand it.
         Emma reads to Alice and Meg from the brochure in the seating
         area of their luxurious suite, enjoying none of it, nor the
         incredible balcony view of Monte Carlo's marina and bay.
                        EMMA
         "With your help The Michand
         Foundation is able to sow the seeds
         of education, transforming lives,
         families, and villages, one child
         at a time..." She didn't say
         anything about a school!
                        MEG
         Schools, with an "s." More than
         one.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 40
                        CONTINUED:
                        ALICE 
                        (MISERABLE)
         In Africa.
                        MEG
         That horrible, irresponsible girl!
         I've never stolen a thing in my
         life, now I've taken a trip from
         school children.
                        ALICE
         In Africa.
         Meg hangs her head.
                        EMMA
         Reykjavik! That takes some nerve!
         They're counting on her for a
         charity auction and she doesn't
         even show up!
                        ALICE
         Only she did.
         Emma reaches for a gigantic wrapped fruit basket.
                        EMMA
         She did?
                        MEG
         Do not touch that!
                        ALICE
         You, Emma. If you're Cordelia.
         They've seen you. You're here.
                        EMMA
         Well, I can't go to that thing
         tonight.
                        (A BEAT)
         I don't have anything to wear.
         The phone RINGS! and Emma snatches it up before Alice can.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
                        (PERFECT BRITISH)
         Hello?
         Alice gestures for Emma not to say anything, to hang up.


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 41.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
                        (INTO PHONE)
         Oh yes, please. Send it up... Um.
         Yes, all of it. Everything. Thank
         you, ever so. Merci!
         She hangs up and holds a beat before turning to Alice.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         My luggage is here.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         Alice and Meg stand in front of the tower of Louis Vuitton
         trunks and cases while Emma idly thumbs the combination lock
         of a steel briefcase in her lap.
                        ALICE
         Okay. But, just for tonight. And,
         that's it.
         CLICK! Alice and Meg look to Emma, holding the now open
         briefcase, eyes wide.
                        EMMA
         Lucky guess?
                        0
         A necklace of diamonds and enormous yellow stones sparkles
         like a constellation from within the case's velvet lining.
                        ALICE
                        (CLOSING IT)
         No jewelry.
         Emma nods.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         Then it.all goes back.
                        MEG
         Dry-cleaned.
         INT. LES CASINO DES MONTE CARLO - NIGHT
         The gaming hall's towering ornate doors are opened by TWO
         DOORMEN for Alice, Emma and Meg to make their big entrance in
         Cordelia's couture chiffon, silk and organza.
         Heads held high, backs straight, they strike a remarkable
         tableaux as they pause in unison at the top of the room's
         raised landing to survey the swirl of roulette wheels and the
          tony European jet set.
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 42.
                        CONTINUED:
         At first glance they look spectacular, but under closer 
         scrutiny one can read Meg's composed discomfort in wearing a
         dress that is too tight, nearly spilling her breasts, and the
         self-consciousness Alice endures in a dress made daringly
         short by her height.
         But, this is because we know them; to all other eyes they not
         only belong here, they own the room.
         They glance at one another, eyebrows up: "We're here!"
                        EMMA
         Don't you feel like we've won
         something already?
         Jean-Pierre comes to greet them with PRINCE DOMENICO DA
         SILVANO (30's, movie-star handsome), both in tuxedos,
         offering a hand to escort Emma down the few steps.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Mademoiselle Scott, you made it!
         Emma withholds her natural smile, placing just the tips of
         her fingers in Jean-Pierre's palm with exaggerated hauteur.
                        EMMA
         Enchante. 
         Jean-Pierre assists Meg and Alice, Meg clutching the top of
         her dress, Alice anxiously keeping the skirt of hers in place
         with a hand as she steps down.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         And Mademoiselle Margaret Kelly and
         Mademoiselle Alice Perry--
                        (FOR ALICE)
         I am very glad you were able to
         come this evening.
         Alice nods, blushes and tries to cover.
                        JEAN-PIERRE (CONT'D)
         May I present His Highness, Prince
         Domenico Da Silvano?
         Prince Da Silvano bows from the waist.
                        DOMENICO
                        MADEMOISELLE SCOTT--
                        EMMA
         Please, call me "Cordelia." 
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 43.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                         DOMENICO
         If you will call me "Domenico."
                        EMMA
         I shall certainly try.
         Domenico escorts Emma out onto the casino floor as Jean-
         Pierre touches Alice's elbow.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Shall we?
         Alice and Meg allow Jean-Pierre to lead them, following Emma
         as GAMBLERS break from their games to track these three
         elegant women gliding smoothly through the room.
                        MEG
         (aside to Alice)
         I may as well be topless.
                        ALICE
         Please. I'm mooning everyone
         behind us.
         INT. LES CASINO - PRIVATE GAME ROOM - NIGHT


         A DEALER unseals a new deck of cards as Domenico pulls out a
         chair for Emma at the room's enormous game table.
                        EMMA
         Oh, but, I really wasn't planning
         on playing this evening. I so much
         prefer to watch--
         Emma looks to Alice and Meg for help as Jean-Pierre leads
         them to the far side of a low railing to view the game.
                        DOMENICO
                        (A WINK)
         This I do not believe about you.
         He turns to the eight other PLAYERS (of various ages and
         genders, but all rich) clustered at the room's small bar.
                        DOMENICO (CONT'D)
         Ladies and gentlemen? Shall we
         begin?
         The other players make obligatory introductions and take up
         positions at the table as Jean-Pierre offers Alice and Meg
         tall upholstered stools to sit.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 44.
                        CONTINUED:
         Alice moves to sit, but then remembers her skirt, looks to 
         Meg who is unable to even raise a leg in her tight dress.
                        ALICE
                        (TO JEAN-PIERRE)
         Easier to see if we stand.
         Jean-Pierre hands them both a glass of Champagne.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         And why aren't you playing?
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Ah. I play behind the scenes.
         Like Robin Hood, I take from those
         who have more than enough, for
         those who have nothing but need.
                        (LAUGHS)
         Also, I do not play because I have
         no money of my own.
         Alice smiles, charmed by his candor, but then stops.
                        ALICE
         They're playing for money?
         (turns to Meg, flat)
                        IS
         They're playing for money.
         Together they turn to see Emma happily arranging the cards
         she is dealt in her hands.
                        DOMENICO
         Cordelia, why don't you do us the
         honor of setting this evening's
         stakes?
         Emma glances over to Alice and Meg who look back at her,
         ashen, and turns to the players who smile expectantly.
                        EMMA
         Oh. Um. Okay...
         She takes her handbag into her lap, opens it, looks.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
                        (A GUESS)
         Alright. Why don't... Why don't
         we start at ten?
         A shocked player sputters into his drink.
         Emma places a twenty Euro note on the table. 
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 45.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         That is if anyone is able to make
         change.
         A beat.
         Jean-Pierre, Domenico and all the other players burst out
         laughing and Emma smiles, laughing too, but shoots a
         desperate look to Alice and Meg.
                        DOMENICO
         Marvelous!
         He signals an ATTENDANT over as Emma's shoulders relax.
                        DOMENICO (CONT'D)
         Please bring Mademoiselle Scott a
         rack of chips.
                        (TO EMMA)
         Two hundred?
                        EMMA
                        (BIG GULP)
         Um. Sure.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         You would not know it, but she is
         very funny.
                        MEG
         A riot.
         Domenico casts a glossy chip into the pot.
                        DOMENICO
         Mademoiselle Scott starts us at ten
         thousand a hand.
         Alice and Meg freeze, their champagne glasses sliding from
         their hands, while Emma's eyes grow as large as all the
         zeroes on Domenico's chip.
                        DOMENICO (CONT'D)
         You must be feeling very lucky.
         INT. LES CASINO - PRIVATE GAME ROOM - NIGHT


                        DEALER
         Mademoiselle Scott? It is your
         call.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 46.
                        CONTINUED:
         Emma sits locked in a cool stare-down over the top of her 
         cards with Domenico across from her at the tensed table.
         Meg downs a glass of Champagne in one gulp, snagging the back
         of the WAITER's jacket, hauling him back for a refill.
         The waiter turns to Alice, who pats at her face with a damp
         napkin, struggling to breathe.
                        MEG
         (takes bottle from waiter)
         I should probably keep this.
                        DEALER
                        (PRODDING)
         Mademoiselle?
         Emma places her cards face down before her, appears to fold.
                        EMMA
         Well...
         She moves her hands to the stacks and stacks of chips beside
         her, and pushes them to the center of the table.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
                        0
         I'm all in.
         The other players gasp and Alice fails to suppress a whimper
         as she grasps Meg's pouring hand, spilling Champagne, drawing
         Jean-Pierre's attention.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Are you alright?
                        ALICE
         Great. I'm just--. Excuse me.
         Alice slips around the railing and heads for Emma as two
         players fold in near tears, leaving just Emma, Domenico and a
         DOWAGER (60's) in the game.
                         ALICE (CONT'D)
         I'm terribly sorry to interrupt.
         But, Cordelia, you look a little
         overheated... Why don't we--?
                        (WHISPERS LOW)
         .Have you completely lost your mind?


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 47.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                         EMMA
                        (WHISPER BACK)
         Hey. Don't distract me. I'm in
         the middle of a hand--
                        ALICE
         Emma! That isn't Monopoly money!
                        EMMA
         Relax. I've got it under control--
                        ALICE
         And this isn't the mathletes finals
         in Kenosha!
                        EMMA
         Jean-Pierre, would you be a dear
         and get Alice some water?
                        (TO ALICE)
         You're the one that got us into
         this--!
                         ALICE
          What?!
                         DOMENICO
         I will see you, Cordelia.
         Domenico pushes his own mountain of chips to the pot in the
         center of the table and Alice buries her face in her hands
         when the dowager folds her cards.
                        EMMA
         (whisper to Alice)
         Now, go sit down and try to be
         cool, would you? Jeeze! Let me
         handle this.
         Alice moves back to her stool, tries to smile as she takes
         the water Jean-Pierre offers.
                        MEG
         What'd she say? What'd she say?
                        ALICE
                        (SICK)
         We're going down, Meg. Going down
         hard.
                        DEALER
         Mademoiselle. Your Highness. Your
         0 cards, please.
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 48.
                        CONTINUED: (3)
         Alice and Meg turn helplessly to the game table.
                        DOMENICO
         Ladies first.
                        EMMA
         After you. Please.
         Domenico can hardly contain his gloating as he reveals his
         three aces.
                        DOMENICO
         I am very sorry, Cordelia.
         A beat, then Emma shrugs.
                        EMMA
         Well. It is just a game after all.
         She turns her cards over and fans them on the table felt: A
         royal flush in the suit of hearts, ace high.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         I do hope there are no hard
         feelings.
         The other players cheer as Domenico's smile crashes.
         Emma shrieks with delight, turning to Alice and Meg who grab
         each other, barely keeping themselves from pitching over,
         glasses spilling, as the other players applaud.
         Emma rakes in the Everest of multi-colored chips with both
         arms, laughing as she's congratulated.
                        DOWAGER
         You must play often, Miss Scott.
                        EMMA
         Oh, a little, online. But, this is
         so much more fun!
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - LOBBY - NIGHT
         Domenico and Jean-Pierre, each toting buckets of chips,
         escort Alice, Emma and Meg to the elevator, all giddy.
                        DOMENICO
         Not even a last drink in the bar?


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 49.
                        CONTINUED:
                         EMMA
         It's been such a splendid evening,
         I am reluctant to press my luck any
         further.
                        MEG
         Yeah. Good call, Cordelia.
         DING! The elevator arrives and the doors open as Domenico
         leans in towards Emma.
                        DOMENICO
         Then you must promise to dance with
         me at my party tomorrow.
         Emma evades Domenico by stepping onto the elevator.
                        EMMA
         Oh, Delmonico--
                        DOMENICO
         "Domenico."
                        EMMA
         I would not miss it for the world.


         Meg collects the buckets from Domenico and steps on.
                        MEG
         Great meeting you, your Highness.
         Good times. Really.
         Jean-Pierre places his buckets in Alice's hands, a certain
         frisson to the simple exchange.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Tomorrow night?
                        EMMA
         Wait!
         Before Alice can respond to Jean-Pierre, Emma takes one of
         the buckets from Alice and hands it back to him.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         You must keep this one. For your
         foundation.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         But, your family has already been
                        SO GENEROUS--


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 50.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        ALICE 
         She really believes in education.
         The doors start to close.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Good night, then.
                        DOMENICO
         And, welcome to Monte Carlo.
         The doors close, leaving Jean-Pierre and Domenico to gaze
         fondly where the three women had just been.
         They both sigh and turn for the bar, when they hear shrieking
         from the elevator as it rises above them.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - ELEVATOR - NIGHT
         Alice, Meg and Emma jump up and down, screaming like girls at
         a slumber party, chips flying everywhere.
                        MONTAGE:
         EXT. BEAUTY SALON - DAY


         Alice, Meg and Emma burst through the salon doors into the
         street, their hair color richer, eyes brighter, a new
         lightness to their step; vivid, brilliantly polished versions
         of their essential selves.
         Heads turn as they set out together.
         INT. BOUTIQUE - DAY
         The wings of a brass-framed three-way mirror spin and spread
         in a swirling kaleidoscope of shifting reflections:
         Alice, Meg and Emma work their way through an increasingly
         spectacular and audacious series of combinations, dresses and
         gowns, modeling for each other as they are tended to by
         SHOPGIRLS and SEAMSTRESSES...
         --Alice twirls in a navy dress with white polka dots.
         --Meg slaps her own ass with a laugh, admiring herself from
         the back in a pair of pencil thin sexy black jeans.
         --Emma glows in a pale lavender strapless satin gown.
                        END MONTAGE:






         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 51.
          INT. BOUTIQUE - DAY
         Alice, Meg and Emma watch as a number of their dresses are
         boxed and a CASHIER writes them up.
                        SHOP GIRL
         Would you like these put on your
         account, Mademoiselle Scott?
                        ALICE
         No. Thank you, we'll be paying
                        CASH--
                        EMMA
         But, it would be darling if you
         could have them sent round our
         hotel.
                        MEG
         Wait. You know what, on second
         thought, I'm not getting these--
         She pulls the pair of jeans from her pile of clothes.
                        EMMA
         But, they looked amazing on you!


         EXT. OPEN AIR MARKET - DAY


                        MEG
         Where was I ever going to wear
         them? Seriously?
                        EMMA
         You wear them here! Anywhere!
         Alice, you tell her--
         Alice opens her mouth, but stops herself as the three wander
         the crowded market stalls heaped with fountains of flowers in
         every color, breads, fresh produce, trinkets and souvenirs.
                        ALICE
         No. I'm not going to tell you what
         to do.
                        MEG
         Thank you. It's silly, anyway.
         They're just jeans. I want to find
         something for the kids--
                        EMMA
          Oh, Meg! Look! For Finn!
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 52.
                        CONTINUED:
         Emma leaps to one of the stalls, seizing a profusion of 
         plastic jeweled tiaras displayed alongside photographs of
         Princess Grace. She places a tiara on her head, modeling.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         How perfect is this?!
                        ALICE
         Even better!
         Alice holds up a pair of pink satin toe shoes, swinging them
         from their ribbon laces.
         INT. SHOE REPAIR SHOP - DAY
         A SHOP OWNER (60's) slips a pair of freshly polished men's
         shoes into a paper bag, placing them on the counter in front
         of Richard, who pulls out his wallet.
                        RICHARD
                        (REMEMBERING)
         Oh. And the suitcase.
         The shop owner retrieves Alice's mended suitcase from a
         nearby shelf, a tag on the zipper.
         RICHARD (CONT'D) 
         How much do I owe you for that?
         EXT. STRIP MALL - DAY
         Richard exits the shoe repair carrying Alice'.s repaired
         suitcase, headed for his car.
                        GLENN
         Hey, Richard!
         Richard glances up to see Glenn crossing the parking lot with
         Seamus and Finn, pushing a cart piled high with groceries.
                        CUT TO:
         Richard finishes helping Glenn and the kids transfer grocery
         bags to the open trunk of Glenn's squad car.
                        GLENN (CONT'D)
                        (CLOSING TRUNK)
         So, we'll see you at seven then--
                        RICHARD
         And that's two with sausage, extra
         sauce, no onions-- 
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 53.
                        CONTINUED:
                         SEAMUS
         Thin crust.
                        RICHARD
         Got it.
         Richard picks up Alice's suitcase.
                        FINN
         Are you going to France, too?
                        RICHARD
         No. I just--
         Glenn turns, noticing the suitcase for the first time.
                        GLENN
         Whoa! Hold on! You're going to
         surprise Alice--?
                        FINN
         I love surprises!
                        RICHARD
         What? No, I---


                        GLENN
         Oh, man, I win!
         Richard blinks as Glenn claps him on the shoulder.
                        GLENN (CONT'D)
         Meg and I've had this bet going:
         She thought it would be on Alice's
         next birthday, but I knew it was
         going to be this trip to France!
                        RICHARD
         Glenn, listen--
                        GLENN
         Don't worry! I won't blow it for
         you! I won't call anyone, ruin the
                        SURPRISE--
                        (PLAYFUL PUNCH)
         You sly dog! You've probably
         booked the best suite in Paris. Am
         I right? Got the ring, the whole
         show--. This is so you!


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 54.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        RICHARD 
         (confused, but flattered)
         So...me?
                        GLENN
         Sure! That's why Alice loves you.
         You get how much this trip's meant
         to her; now, you're just putting
         the icing on the cake. The big
         gesture, you know? Not too
         dominating: Supportive. Loving!
         (shakes his head)
         You're the man, Richard. Big
         props.
         Glenn pulls Richard into a big happy bear hug.
                        GLENN (CONT'D)
         Congratulations.
                        RICHARD
         Glenn. She said, no.
         EXT. OPEN AIR MARKET - DAY
         BERNARD ROCHAND (late 30's), an appealing Frenchman in a worn


         sportscoat, pauses in collecting leeks when he spots Meg on
         the other side of the open stall.
         He watches as she surveys the rich array of fresh produce,
         lifting a tomato to her nose, inhaling with a private smile.
         Meg bites into the tomato, spurting juice onto her cheek and
         down her front.
         She looks up as she attempts to wipe the juice away, stopping
         when she catches Bernard smiling with amusement.
         Meg rolls her eyes with self-deprecation and moves on along
         the line of stalls.
         Bernard pays for his purchase and follows, finding Meg at
         another stall where a FRENCHWOMAN tries to communicate how to
         prepare the fish they both admire.
         Meg nods, not entirely understanding, but getting enough of
         it to gesture responses.
         The woman grabs some newspaper, wrapping the fish, and
         thrusts it towards Meg with a smile.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 55.
                        CONTINUED:
                         MEG
         Oh, no. No. I'm sorry. I'd like
         to. But...
         The woman is confused, vaguely insulted.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         I don't have a kitchen. No place
         to cook.
                        BERNARD
         She is only a visitor. Without a
         kitchen. But, it is a beautiful
         fish. Maybe next time.
         Meg turns to find Bernard beside her.
                        BERNARD (CONT'D)
         I have explained.
         Meg hesitates uncertainly before this friendly stranger.
                        MEG
         Well, thank you...
         She smiles at the woman and starts to walk away, only to find


         Bernard falling into step with her.
                        BERNARD
         You are American.
         Meg glances at Bernard and away, uncomfortable, but curious,
         drawn by his warmth and the familiar greetings he exchanges
         with various vendors as they walk.
                        MEG
         From Wisconsin. Yes.
         Bernard reaches a handkerchief from his jacket for Meg.
                        BERNARD
         You cook in Wisconsin?
         Meg uses the handkerchief to blot the remaining tomato juice.
                        MEG
         I try. But... We don't have even
         half of this at home.
         She points to a tray of miniature lobsters.


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 56.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         Like those. I've only seen them in
         magazines.
                        BERNARD
         Ah, langoustines. Many ways to
                        PREPARE THESE--
                        MEG
         I'd go for a saute, being a
         Midwestern gal.
                        BERNARD
         Court-bouillon.
                        MEG
                        (IMPRESSED)
         Poaching.
                        BERNARD
         With sea water. Amazing.
                        MEG
         So, you cook.
         Bernard dips his head modestly.


                        BERNARD
         As you say, "I try."
         (offers his hand)
         Bernard. Rochand.
         Meg shakes his hand and returns the handkerchief.
                        MEG
         Meg. Kelly. Thank you again for
                        YOUR HELP--
                        BERNARD
         And, how long are you in Monte
         Carlo, Meg?
         Meg's brow furrows slightly and she turns to head back.
                        MEG
         I need to find my--. . My friends
         are around here somewhere...
                        BERNARD
         I will help you find them. We can
                        WALK TOGETHER--


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 57.
                        CONTINUED: (3)
                        MEG
                        (LAUGHS)
         Look. It was nice to meet you--
                        BERNARD
         "Bernard."
                        MEG
         Yeah. But, I'm gonna walk myself.
         Thanks, though.
         She slips into the moving crowd, leaving Bernard to watch as
         she meets Alice and Emma further up the street.
         He holds a beat, then turns when called to by a vendor.
         INT. RICHARD'S APARTMENT - DAY
         Glenn paces as Richard holds the phone at his desk, the
         Esprit de Corps Tours website on his computer's screen.
                        RICHARD
         It's been two days and it didn't
         occur to you to call anyone?
          EXT. PALAIS DE CHAILLOT - DAY
         Madame Valery, cellphone to her ear, leads'the few remaining
         members of her flock down the wide steps, across the Seine
         from the Eiffel tower.
                        MADAME VALERY
         She refused to follow my
         instructions. She sabotaged my
         tour. Ruined it for everyone!
                        RICHARD
         Wait. Alice did? Alice Perry?
                        MADAME VALERY
         She took my flag!
                        CUTTING BETWEEN:
                        RICHARD
         But, if their luggage is still
         there, then they're missing--
                        GLENN
         Missing? What the--?


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 58.
                        CONTINUED:
                        RICHARD 
         How do I get in touch with the
         police?
                        GLENN
         Hey, I'm the police!
                        RICHARD
         Are you the police in France?
                        MADAME VALERY
         The police? Monsieur. Nothing
         could keep her from seeing Paris
         her way. Believe me. She was very
         determined.
                        RICHARD
                        BUT--
                        GLENN
         What's she saying?
                        MADAME VALERY
         You are the husband, yes?
         Richard hesitates, looks to Glenn. 
                        RICHARD
                        (FIRMLY)
         Yes. I am the husband.
         Glenn nods emphatically.
         INT. VILLA DA SILVANO - NIGHT
         A cascade of yellow and gold balloons washes over Alice as
         she dances with Meg and Emma to a Euro-trance-pop beat at the
         center of the crowded dance floor.
         Emma screams with delight in a new dress and plastic tiara,
         batting balloons as Domenico who spins her away.
         Alice watches with heightened vigilance as Emma dances with
         her prince and blows a kiss to Alice and Meg.
                        MEG
         Alice, she's fine...
                        (MARVELING)
         Look where we are! Can you even
         remember the last time we danced
         like this? It's gotta be-Martha
         Lapland's wedding-- 
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 59.
                        CONTINUED:
                         ALICE
         Actually, sometimes Richard and I
         go to Madison's on Saturdays--
                        MEG
         (stops dancing, laughs)
         The gay bar?
                        ALICE
         (shrugs, matter of fact)
         They've got the best music.
                        MEG
         I am so butting in on that.
         Alice laughs and spins, crashing directly into Jean-Pierre.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         And I was looking for you!
         From the edge of the dance floor, NIKOLAI LUDOVIC (late 30s),
         squat, bald, completely nondescript but for his white tie and
         tails, watches Emma ardently.
         He stops a waiter, taking his tray of Champagne flutes.


         Emma spins to find Nikolai at her elbow, grinning, holding up
         this offering, and she takes him for a waiter.
                        EMMA
         Ooh! Thank you! I'm so thirsty!
         Nikolai remains planted, holding his tray with a smile,
         watching with bright eyes as Emma drinks.
         She lowers her glass and her full attention snags on Nikolai,
         really registering his presence now as she searches his warm,
         gentle eyes.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         It's a wonderful party, isn't it?
         Nikolai nods and offers her another glass of Champagne.
         Alice, dancing with Jean-Pierre, subtly repositions herself
         in order to keep an eye on Emma.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Cordelia, she can take care of
         herself, yes?


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        ALICE 
         What? Oh, yeah, of course...
         Meg dances by herself, having a great time, taking in the
         room, the music and the people, when a handsome MAN begins to
         match her moves, insinuates himself.
         She smiles but shakes her head as she moves away, turning her
         back to evade him.
         Another gorgeous MAN sidles up to Meg, joining her solo
         dance, wiggling his eyebrows invitingly.
                        MEG
         No, thanks.
         She moves off only to be met by GIORGIO (40's, sexy, Euro-
         suave) who smoothly steps in.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
                        NO--
                        GIORGIO
                        (GRINNING WIDE)
         Yes! Giorgio!


         Emma slips away from dancing with Domenico, moving to Nikolai
         who remains with his tray at the ready,.brightening at her
         approach, lifting a glass.
                        EMMA
         Don't you need to, like, circulate?
                        NIKOLAI
         Ya znal, chto naydu tebya.
         Emma blushes as though showered in compliments.
                        EMMA
         Really?
                        PENELOPE
                        (FLAT)
         Cordelia Winthrop Scott.
         Emma turns, still smiling, to find PENELOPE PENROSE (late
         20s, British), frail and bird-like, but attempting to hold a
         warrior's stance with her shoulders thrown back.
                        EMMA
         Yes?


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED: (3)
                         PENELOPE
         Do you not know who I am?
         Emma's smile falters as she glances furtively about.
                        EMMA
         Um. 'Course I do... Hi.
                        PENELOPE
         Penelope. Penelope Penrose.
         Penelope's chin quivers as she reads Emma's blank look.
                        PENELOPE (CONT'D)
         I spent a year in hospital--
                        EMMA
         Hospital? What happened?!
                        PENELOPE
         You did! You happened!
         Alice swivels around at the raised voices, spots Penelope
         facing Emma.
                        ALICE


         Excuse me!
         She dodges away from Jean-Pierre, hooking Meg's arm in
         passing, yanking her away from Giorgio as she heads for Emma.
                        PENELOPE
         Don't pretend you don't remember!
         Third year at Le Rosey! You threw
         my luggage in the pool. Set fire
         to my mattress. You cut off all my
                        HAIR--
                        MEG
         What? That's awful!
                        PENELOPE
         While I was sleeping
                        EMMA
         She did that to you?
                        ALICE
                        (CORRECTING)
         Cordelia! How could you?


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED: (4)
                        PENELOPE 
         That was just the first night.
                        ALICE
         Say you're sorry, Cordelia.
                        (WHISPERS)
         And let's get out of here!
                        EMMA
         Alice, no--. Wait a minute--
                        PENELOPE
         (to Alice and Meg)
         she turned all my friends against
         me... They had to send me away...
         To live with the nuns--
         Emma grabs Penelope by the shoulders.
                        EMMA
         Now, you listen to me, Penelope
         Penrose. You have no idea how long
         I've waited for this moment.
         Penelope flinches, preparing for a beating.


                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         But, I had no way of finding you
         after you left us, and...Oh, Penny.
         Don't you see? Don't you know that
         I was just jealous?
         Alice and Meg exchange looks.
                        PENELOPE
                        (SMALL)
         Jealous?
                        EMMA
         You were so smart. So clever and
                        BEAUTIFUL--
                        PENELOPE
         I was ugly--
                        EMMA
         No, Penny. I was ugly. I was a
         monster.
                        PENELOPE
         Penny Pignose. That's what you
         called me-- 
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 63.
                        CONTINUED: (5)
                         EMMA
         Because, I knew I could never
         compete! Not with anyone as
         special as you.
                        PENELOPE
         You thought I was special?
         Emma looks at Penelope, nods emphatically.
                        EMMA
         You want to know what I've waited
         for all these years, Penelope
         Penrose?
         Penelope shakes her head almost imperceptibly.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         To do this.
         Emma opens her arms wide and pulls Penelope into a hug.
         She looks at Alice and Meg over Penelope's shoulder, and then
         closes her eyes with genuine emotion for a beat, pulling back
         to smile into Penelope's grateful, tear-streaked face.


                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Now... Friends?
         INT. BISTRO - LATE NIGHT


                        DOMENICO
         (raising a glass)
         To friends! old and new!
         Emma seizes Penelope's hand from across the table, placing it
         in Domenico's as she drunkenly sings the old Girl Scout song.
                        EMMA
         "Make new friends and keep the old,
         one is silver and the other's
         gold!"
         Alice and Jean-Pierre lean toward each other intimately'
         across the packed, lively table of PARTY-GOERS.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         But, no one really lives here.
         Monte Carlo. It's like Hong Kong.
         People merely come and go. People
         like me. Well, and then, people
          like yourself.
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 64.
                        CONTINUED:
         Alice nods to a WAITER who arrives to refill her Champagne 
         glass, pouring as Jean-Pierre speaks.
                        ALICE
         People like me?
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         People with money. This is why I
         come. I help assuage their guilt
         when I remind them that there are
         children in this world who do not
         have clean water to drink, while
         they drink Champagne.
                        ALICE
         And that works?
         Jean-Pierre blinks, then bursts out laughing.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         I take myself far too seriously.
                        ALICE
         No. I'm sorry, I didn't mean--.
         I've seen the pictures of the
         schools. The work you do is


                        ADMIRABLE--
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         And I'm afraid I talk about it
         because I myself am not that
         interesting...
         (a hand on her arm)
         I'd rather know about you.
                        ALICE
                        (TRAPPED)
         Oh. Well. You know. I...do what
         I can, here and there. A little
         volunteer work...
         She turns to her Champagne, rolling her eyes at herself.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         Oh, brother.
         Meg sits further down the length of all the tables laid end
         to end, beside Giorgio, who has pulled his chair close,
         draping an arm casually across the back of hers.
                        MEG
         Okay, wait. You're a man, right? 
                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED: (2)
          Giorgio laughs.
                         MEG (CONT'D)
         Yeah, I know: I'm funny. But, see
         if you can answer something for me.
         Ten years you're married, to the
         girl you dated in high school. I'm
         talking the girl you lost your
         virginity to, the one who gave you
         two great kids that you're just
         crazy about. Then one morning,
         what? You wake up, and out of the
         blue, it's like, "Oh, hey, honey, I
         think I'm in love with this other
         woman..."
                        (PAUSES)
         His patrol partner.
         A beat as Giorgio shakes his head sadly.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         I thought I was his partner.
         Giorgio takes Meg hand, more in comfort than come on.
                        GIORGIO
          You heart feels betrayed.
                        MEG
         (telling a secret)
         I feel like I failed.
                        GIORGIO
         I tell you this: A man...he will
         always love the mother of his
         children.
         Meg blinks, taking this in.
                        GIORGIO (CONT'D)
         Now you must kiss someone else.
                        MEG
                        (LAUGHS)
         Oh, I see--
                        GIORGIO
         To break the spell. You must!
         Then you will be free.
         A plate of beautifully arranged langoustine is placed on the
         table in front of Meg.
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 66.
                        CONTINUED: (3)
                        MEG 
         Oh, I'm sorry, 'I didn't order--
         She looks up to find Bernard standing in chef's whites.
                        BERNARD
         (smiles, nods)
         Madame Kelly.
         He heads toward for the kitchen before she can say anything.
         Emma pours sloppy glasses of Champagne for her companions as
         though playing a game of tag, spilling wine.
                        EMMA
         And you're my friend...and you're
         my friend. . .and you're my--
         She turns with the bottle to find Nikolai who has
         materialized beside her on the long banquette.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Oh, hey! You were at the party!
         Do you work here, too?
         Nikolai cheerfully shakes his head, holds up her purse.


                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Oh! Did I forget that? Wow, what
         a lifesaver! Thanks!
                        NIKOLAI
         Ti takaya vaskhititel'naya.
         Emma sets the bottle down to concentrate on Nikolai.
                        EMMA
         You're not from here, are you?
                        (OVER-ENUNCIATING)
         I'm Emm--. My name is Cordelia.
                        NIKOLAI
         (points to himself)
         Nikolai.
         EXT. STREET - PRE-DAWN
         Alice and Jean-Pierre walk along, side by side, their hands
         nearly touching, among the rest of the restaurant party.
         Alice looks up, taking in the bowl of pre-dawn sky, and
         glances over at Jean-Pierre who watches her. 
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 67.
                        CONTINUED:
                         ALICE
         The stars are still out.
         Ahead, Emma breaks away from Penelope and Domenico, leaving
         the two to walk on together as she comes back toward Alice.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Where's Meg?
         Alice looks around and sees Giorgio walking alone among the
         strolling party guests.
                        ALICE
         I thought she was right behind us--
         INT. BISTRO KITCHEN - PRE-DAWN
         Bernard takes a tray of dishes from his FATHER (70's,
         striking resemblance) who enters from the dining room.
                        BERNARD
         Papa, sit down. Rest.
         INT. BISTRO - PRE-DAWN
          Bernard enters with the tray, stopping when he sees Meg
         examining a menu by the front door of the empty bistro.
                        MEG
                        (SLY SMILE)
         You do cook.
         Bernard shrugs, smiling as he comes forward.
                        BERNARD
         You enjoyed your meal?
                        MEG
         Adding the fresh orange; nice.
         Bernards nods, accepting the compliment.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         But, a little fennel would've been
         "wow."
                        BERNARD
         Next time, you cook.
                        EMMA
         Meg! What are you doing? Come on!
          We're going to watch--
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 68.
                        CONTINUED:
         Emma and Alice stop short just outside in the street, pausing 
         as they sense they've interrupted.
                        ALICE
         We were--. We're going to watch
         the sunrise.
         Meg hesitates, turning between her friends and Bernard.
                        BERNARD
                        (SMILES)
         You should not miss it.
         EXT. STREET - PRE-DAWN
         Alice and Emma walk with Meg down the narrow street at the
         end of which the party guests stroll and Jean-Pierre waits
         for Alice, with Penelope, Domenico and Nikolai.
                        ALICE
         The guy from the market?
                        EMMA
         He is so cute! And a cook--!
                        MEG 
         Chef .
                        EMMA
         And you're single now!
         Meg slows to a stop, stands a beat.
                        MEG
                        (QUIETLY)
         I'm single. I'm single, now.
                        ALICE
         You know, Julia Child didn't take
         her first cooking class until she
         was thirty seven.
                        MEG
                        (SMILES)
         I told you that.
                        PENELOPE
         It's coming, Cordelia! The sun!
                        0





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 69.
         is EXT. PLACE DE CASINO -- DAWN
         Alice, Emma and Meg, arms linked, round the corner into the
         square with the rest of the party guests, just as the very
         edge of the sun crests the horizon of the open sea.
         Alice turns to Meg and Emma, sharing this moment so far
         beyond anything they could have dreamed.
                        MEG
         We'd be getting up now.
                        ALICE
         If we were home.
                        EMMA
         But, we're not.
                        PHOTOGRAPHER
         Cordelia!
         The spell is broken by a TRIO OF PAPARAZZI who spring to life
         by the hotel's entrance.
                        PAPARAZZI
          Cordelia! Cordelia!
                        EMMA
         Oh, good! I want a picture! Of
         the three of us! All of us!
         The paparazzi swarm from the steps towards Emma.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         By the fountain!
         She runs for the sprays of water, pulling Alice and Meg, and
         the paparazzi meet them, flashing away.
         Leaning against the fountain's balustrade, Emma gestures for
         everyone to join them.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Penelope! Come on. I want one
         with everybody!
         Penelope, Domenico and Jean-Pierre join with other members of
         the group and Emma lines them all up.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Okay! Ready? One, two--


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 70.
                        CONTINUED:
         She spots Nikolai observing at a short distance. 
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Wait! Wait! Niki!
         He shakes his head, bashful, but Emma gestures him over,
         swinging her arms wildly.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Nikolai, you, too! I need all my
         friends--Whoops!
         Her feet zip out from beneath her and she sails backwards
         over the balustrade, reaching for Alice and Meg, pulling them
         with her as the camera's flash.
         SPLASH!
         EXT. CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORT - DAY
         A 747 airliner touches down on the tarmac.
         INT. CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORT - BAGGAGE CLAIM - DAY
         Alice's repaired suitcase tumbles off the conveyer belt.


                        RICHARD
         Excuse me. Pardon me.
         Richard skirts around a man with a newspaper to retrieve the
         bag and heads for customs.
         As Richard exits, the man folds his newspaper to its bold
         headline: SCOTT MAKES A SPLASH!, and a huge photograph of
         Emma, Alice and Meg laughing together in the fountain.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         Emma enters from the bedroom in a swimsuit and wrap, to find
         Alice hanging up the desk phone.
                        EMMA
         Alice, have you seen my sandals?
                        ALICE
         Okay, there's a two o'clock and a
         four o'clock train to--
                        EMMA
         Train? Where are you going?
         Alice looks up and takes in Emma's costume. 
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 71.
                        CONTINUED:
                         ALICE
         Where are you going?
                        EMMA
         I'm going to the beach. With
         Penelope.
         Meg enters through the suite's door carrying a bakery bag.
                        MEG
         Breakfast is here! There's this
         fantastic bakery around the corner.
         I've already had three brioche.
         And I saw the greatest little shop
         for the kids, but they weren't open
                        YET--
         (off Alice's look)
         What's going on?
                        (TO EMMA)
         What happened?
                        EMMA
         I don't know. She's talking about
         train schedules...
         Emma trails off as she and Meg and Alice look between each


         other in confusion, each processing for a beat.
                        ALICE
         We need to start packing, right?
         If we're going back to Paris--
                        EMMA
         Back to Paris?
                        ALICE
         That was the plan--
                        MEG
         What plan?
                        EMMA
         We're not staying for the auction?
                        ALICE
         We were just going to come down,
         take a look around and--
                        MEG
         That was before we knew it was for
         a charity. Remember the kids?


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 72.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        EMMA 
         In Africa.
                        ALICE
         The ones we stole a trip from? The
         kids who are paying for this room?
                        MEG
         Alice, what's with you? We'll pay
         for the room--
                        EMMA
         We're rich!
                        ALICE
         So, I'm the only one worried about
         the fact that we're lying to
         everyone we've met?
                        MEG
         Lying? To who? Jean-Pierre?
                        EMMA
         You're the one who said we had to
         go to the casino--


                        ALICE
         And now I'm apparently the only
         who's worried we might get caught.
                        MEG
         She's in Iceland.
                        ALICE
         One of her friends is bound to find
         out, or her family--
                        MEG
         What friends?
                        EMMA
         I've got friends.
         The doorbell rings and they turn their heads in unison, then
         look to each other with sudden alarm.
         A beat.
         Emma goes to the door, finding Penelope, also dressed for the
         beach, who holds up the newspaper with it's fountain photo.


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 73.
                        CONTINUED: (3)
                         PENELOPE
         Have you seen?
                        EMMA
         Oh, my god! We look great!
         (ushers Penelope in)
         Alice, look!
         Alice takes the paper, Meg reading over her shoulder.
                        MEG
                        (LAUGHS)
         We have got to get that in the
         yearbook.
                        PENELOPE
         Yearbook?
                        ALICE
         Penelope, could you excuse us?
                        PENELOPE
         Oh. of course. Where--?
         Alice shows Penelope to the bedroom, closes the door and
         spins to face Emma and Meg.


                        ALICE
                        (HUSHED PANIC)
         This is what I'm talking about!
         This is why we have to go--
                        EMMA
         Doesn't it mean we have to stay?
                        MEG
         Oh, this is so typical. Just
         because it's not on your map,
         'cause you didn't plan it--. We
         all agree to take this adventure
         and then you won't jump.
                        ALICE
         I won't--? Jump?
         Meg drops into a chair, mumbling an aside to herself.
                        MEG
         Now I know how Richard must feel.
         Alice comes to a full stop and gapes at Meg, stung.


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 74.
                        CONTINUED: ( 4)
                        ALICE 
         Richard...?
                        MEG
                        (FEEBLE APOLOGY)
         I'm just saying...
                        ALICE
         Well, you're sure one to talk.
         Meg's eyes flick up to Alice.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         You can't even bring yourself to
         buy a pair of jeans anymore--
                        EMMA
         Okay, you know what? Let's just
         pack. It's not fun anymore.
         Alice, if you think we should go,
         then that's what we're gonna do.
         You're in charge.
         Meg scoffs, an exasperated exhale.
                        ALICE 
         No way. Not anymore I'm not. You
         want to go to the beach? Go to the
         beach. You want to go the market?
         Go! "Liberte, egalite,
         fraternite!"
                        EMMA
         What does that mean?
         Alice snatches up her purse and heads for the door.
                        ALICE
         It means everyone should do exactly
         what they want.
                        MEG
         Exactly.
                        EMMA
         Alice, wait! Where are you--?
         You're not going back to Paris--?
                        ALICE
                        (RIGHTEOUS)
         Me? No. I'm going to have an
         adventure. 
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 75.
                        CONTINUED: (5)
          She exits, slamming the door behind her.
         A beat.
                        MEG
         (off Emma's look)
         Don't look at me like that.
         The door opens, and Alice re-enters, striding across the room
         for the desk, not looking at either Emma or Meg.
                        ALICE
         I just--. My guide book.
         She picks up her book and crosses back to the door.
         EXT. LE PETIT SOMMEIL HOTEL - DAY
         Richard steps from the hotel with a MANAGER (50's) who
         pantomimes that he recognizes Alice from the snapshot Richard
         shows him, but has no idea where she could be.
         Richard pulls out a map to point at a random spot and the
         manager gestures up the street, down the street, shrugging:
         She could be anywhere.


         EXT. GRIMALDI PALACE - DAY
         Alice, amid a crowd of tourists, only half watches the
         changing of the guards outside the palace gates.
         She snaps herself out of her distraction with a shake of her
         head and turns to the marked pages in her guide book.
                        CARL
         Alice?
         She glances up to find Carl and Deedee from the tour.
                        DEEDEE
         We thought that was you!
                        ALICE
         Oh! Carl! Deedee!
         Alice is surprisingly overcome and impulsively throws her
         arms around both of them.
                        DEEDEE
         Well, we're sure surprised to see
         you, too!


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 76.
                        CONTINUED:
                        ALICE 
         But, what are you doing here? How
         did you--?
                        CARL
         Well, when we saw how you stood up
         to that Madame Valery--! If Alice
         can do that, we thought, what the
         heck's holdin' us back? This is
         our honeymoon!
                        DEEDEE
         I was scared, but then, well, you
         only live once! And as long as
         we've got each other--
                        CARL
         We've got everything, right?
         Alice blinks, unaccountably teary eyed.
                        ALICE
         Yes. That's right.
                        CARL
         Sometimes you've just gotta follow


         your heart. Be bold: Let the rest
         take care of itself.
         EXT. PARIS - ARC DE TRIOMPHE - DAY
         Richard stands with his map beneath the arch where all roads
         come together in a spinning roundabout of bleating car horns.
         He looks down the length of the Champs Elysees, overwhelmed.
         The Japanese couple from Notre Dame approach Richard to ask
         directions and he shrugs helplessly, pressing the map on
         them, and steps out as a crosswalk signal turns to green.
         EXT. MONTE CARLO - STREET - DAY
         Alice embraces Deedee and Carl beside a waiting taxi.
                        CARL
         Tell the girls we would have loved
         to see them, but--
                        DEEDEE
         Italy calls! And Greece! We're
         even thinking of hitting Turkey!
         Imagine! We'll send you postcards. 
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 77.
                        CONTINUED:
         0 Alice puts her friends in the taxi, closing the door as
         Deedee scrolls the window down.
                        ALICE
         Enjoy every second of it!
                        DEEDEE
         You, too, honey!
                        CARL
         Bon voyage!
         The car pulls away, Carl and Deedee turning in their seats to
         wave at Alice through the rear window.
         Alice waves until they are out of sight and slowly lowers her
         hand, standing alone in the street.
         A beat.
         Alice sighs and pulls out her guide book, unfolding a map as
         she looks up to gather her bearings.
         She takes in the quiet street, the view of the ocean, then
         looks back at the map in her hands.


         She straightens up, a new look of purpose on her face, and
         crosses the street to toss her guide book and map in the
         trash can on the corner, striking out unaided down a narrow
         twisting street hung with vines and flowers.
         EXT. MONTE CARLO - STREET - EVENING
         Alice rounds the corner of one street into the tight
         intersection of two narrow alleys in the fading twilight.
         She looks around,.cheeks flushed, hair pasted to her
         forehead, lost in a maze of dilapidated walled courtyards and
         apartment blocks; home to the city's service workers.
         She hesitates, then forges ahead down one street until she
         sees that it dead ends, and she doubles back.
         EXT. MONTE CARLO - STREET - EVENING
         Alice suppresses panic as she walks briskly up a steep alley,
         high in the hills, trailed now by a small stray DOG.
         She stops, turns to the dog that also stops then sits.
                        ALICE
         is Go. Go home.
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 78.
                        CONTINUED:
         She turns and starts forward, the dog following. 
         Alice stops again, turns, and the dog sits.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         Don't follow me. I have no idea
         where I'm going...
         The dog cocks its head in comment.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         Okay?
         Alice turns to climb the street's incline.
         The dog follows.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - LATE AFTERNOON
         Penelope, dressed for the evening, gets up from reclining on
         the bed to join Emma who models a gown before a mirror.
         The two regard Emma's reflection, cocking their heads in an
         identical manner at precisely the same time.
         Penelope draws a necklace in gesture, indicating Emma's bare


         collar bone.
         Emma turns, lit by an idea, and pulls the'steel briefcase
         from its hiding place beneath the bed.
         INT. BISTRO - EVENING
         Meg opens the door from the street, stepping inside, wearing
         the sexy jeans she hadn't bought the day before.
         Bernards's father makes his way to meet her with menus.
                        EMILE
         Madame?
                        MEG
         Just one.
         He leads her to a table along the wall and holds out a chair.
         Seated, Meg follows him with her eyes to the kitchen where
         Bernard works furiously at the stove, tossing the contents of
         a sauce pan with an expert flick of his wrist.
         Bernard glances out to the dining room, seeming to sense Meg
         before knowing he'll find her there. 
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 79.
                        CONTINUED:
         0 Meg matches the broad smile that sweeps Bernard's face.
          EXT. CAFE - PARIS - EVENING
         A pair of strolling LOVERS draw Richard's attention as he
         massages his stockinged foot at a sidewalk table.
         He watches them stop, kiss, then continue on their way.
         A WAITER returns with Richard's change on a plate and Richard
         fits his shoe back on his foot, gathers his things to stand.
         He stops when he notices the front page of a newspaper folded
         on a chair at the next table.
         He quickly unfolds it to the photograph of Alice and Meg with
         Emma in the fountain, scans down to the caption: Cordelia
         Scott and friends in Monte Carlo. Hotel de Paris, etc...
         EXT. MONTE CARLO - STREET - EVENING
         Alice feeds the little dog a scrap of meat as she eats a
         kabob, seated on the curb by a street vendor's food cart
         around which ALGERIAN MEN lounge in plastic lawn chairs.
          The dog looks at her avidly, hungry for more.
         Alice holds her kabob stick out for the dog to eat,
         surrendering her dinner with pleasure.
         As Alice sips from a bottle of beer, a soccer ball bounces
         off the curb and rolls to a stop beside her.
         She looks up as a ragtag BAND OF KIDS call from the dusty lot
         across the street, asking for their ball.
         A beat as Alice regards the ball.
         INT./EXT. YACHT PARTY - EVENING
         Emma wears Cordelia's elaborate necklace, standing alone,
         within a throng of PARTY GOERS, all conversing in French.
         she nods and smiles absently, though she's clearly lost, out
         of her element, when Giorgio approaches.
                        GIORGIO
         Where is Meg? I do not see her.
                        EMMA
          No. I... I don't think she's
         0 coming. I'm sorry.
                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
         Emma drifts away to the ship's rail where she turns to 
         survey the party, smiling wistfully at Penelope and Domenico
         locked in intimate conversation.
                        PHOTOGRAPHER
         Cordelia! There she is! Cordelia!
         The trio of paparazzi putter alongside in a small boat,
         peppering the yacht with their camera flashes.
         Emma looks out at them, without her usual animation.
                        PHOTOGRAPHER (CONT'D)
         Smile, Cordelia! Please, smile!
         Emma waves, but can't seem to manage that smile.
                        NIKOLAI
         Ty v poryadke?
         Emma turns to find Nikolai standing beside her in white tie,
         a piece of cake extended in one hand, a fork in the other.
         Emma's eyes light up as if a switch has been thrown and the
         flash of a camera records her huge, dazzling smile.
                        EMMA
         Niki.
         He bows slightly, offering the cake.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         You work here too? You never get a
         night off...
         He smiles, shaking his head, hands her the cake.
                        NIKOLAI
         Ya sa-meey shas-li-veey che-lo-vek
         na zem-le, pa-ta-mu chto u me-nya
         yest' tee.
         Emma hangs on every incomprehensible word.
                        NIKOLAI (CONT'D)
         Vy menya panimayete?
                        EMMA
         Oh, Niki... I'm so glad you found
         me.
                        0





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          INT. BISTRO - KITCHEN - NIGHT


                        MEG
         Seamus. He's ten. Built a website
         for his fourth grade class. Now
         he's got actual clients. And
         that's Finn, the prima ballerina.
         She'll be six in June--
         Emile examines photographs of Seamus and Charlotte from Meg's
         wallet while she refills their glasses at the kitchen table
         and Bernard works at the stove.
                        EMILE
         Elle est coquin, oui?
                        MEG
         Oh, she's no chicken. She's not
         scared of anything--
                        BERNARD
                        (LAUGHS)
         Not a chicken. He says, she looks
         like a rascal.
                        MEG


         No idea where she gets that...
         Meg lifts her glass with a sly smile as Bernard brings plates
         of food to the table.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         But, that's a nice word for it.
         EXT. MONTE CARLO - DIRT LOT - NIGHT


                        ALICE
         I'm open! I'm open!
         Alice sails down the makeshift soccer field as one of the
         kids passes the ball to her, chased by the others.
         She dodges and kicks the ball through the goal to score.
         Her "team" jumps and cheers, as do a collection of spectators
         who have gathered to watch this tall red headed woman in a
         summer dress racing around the dusty lot with a band of kids.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         Go! Go!


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
         Alice races back down the field with her team, the little dog 
         running along and barking from the sidelines.
         EXT. BISTRO - ALLEY -- NIGHT


                        BERNARD
         But, she is perfectly safe.
                        MEG
         Yeah. No. No way.
         Bernard straddles a beat up moped, motor running, as Meg
         shakes her head emphatically.
                        BERNARD
         I can not take you, if you will not
         get on.
                        MEG
         What do you want me to tell you?
         I'm not getting on that thing.
         Bernard fixes her with a level look, which Meg mimics.
                        BERNARD
                        (AMIABLY)


         C'est bon. Au revoir.
         He swings a leg over the moped, revs the engine.
                        MEG
         Hold on.
         EXT. MOPED - NIGHT - MOVING
         Meg hangs on to Bernard as they zip along the beachfront
         drive and turns her face to the wind with a smile.
         She surrenders to the ride, the sheer fun of it, laughing.
                        MEG
         How do you say "faster?"
         INT. BLUE RIBBON RESTAURANT - NIGHT
         Bernard and Meg, flush from their ride, enter the kitchen
         through a back door, to be hailed by a half-dozen CHEFS
         crowded around a table littered with dishes.
                        IS
                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
                         BERNARD
         The best chefs of Monte Carlo.
         They come here to drink and show
         off. The end of every night.
         HENRI (60's, a bear in chef's whites) lumbers towards them.
                        HENRI
         No! No! No! We are only cooks
         allowed here!
                        BERNARD
         Ah, but, this is why we've come! I
         have finally found someone who can
         teach you how to cook!
                        (INTRODUCING)
         This is Meg, from America.
                        (TO MEG)
         And this is Henri, the worst
         egotist, my mentor.
         The two men embrace, merrily kissing each other on both
         cheeks, then Henri pulls Meg under his arm.
                        HENRI
          (turns to the table)
         A chef from America! Come to flip
         hamburgers!
         INT./EXT. CAR - NIGHT - MOVING
         Jean-Pierre drives an open silver sports car full of PARTY
         GOERS down the twisting streets, when he sees the commotion
         and crowd around the dirt lot.
         Then he spots Alice running-around.
         EXT. MONTE CARLO - DIRT LOT - NIGHT
         Alice sticks like glue to a kid with the ball, maneuvers in,
         steals the ball, and doubles back in the opposite direction,
         racing up the field as the crowd laughs and claps.
         She passes the ball to kid who drives it to the goal, scores.
         Alice looks up from the game at the tapping of a car horn to
         see Jean-Pierre honking in celebration as he leans against
         the car with his GUESTS, enjoying the game.
         Alice stops to wave, and takes the ball full in the face.


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
         Jean-Pierre's smile winks out as Alice drops and he races 
         from the car as worried kids and spectators form a circle
         around Alice's prone body.
         The little dog licks Alice's face and she opens her eyes.
         She leaps up as Jean-Pierre crosses the lot.
                        ALICE
         I'm up! I'm up! Let's go!
         She sets off down the field with the kids.
         EXT. YACHT - PRE-DAWN
         Empty and half-filled glasses, bottles litter every surface
         along with plates, ashtrays, crumpled napkins.
         Emma sits on the lower landing deck, legs in the water, shoes
         in her hand, looking out at the lights.
         Nikolai moves his legs in the gentle current beside her,
         tuxedo trousers rolled, while he concentrates on working a
         napkin into intricate folds.
         Emma turns to look back at the silent boat.


                        EMMA
         It doesn't seem fair. Leaving you
         to clean up all alone.
                        (THINKS)
         I'll help. But, you've really got
         to talk to your boss.
         Nikolai laughs, shaking his head.
                        NIKOLAI
         Ya ryadom.
                        EMMA
         It must get kind of lonely
         sometimes... Not being understood.
                        (PAUSES)
         I know how that can feel.
         Nikolai holds up the napkin he's transformed into a crown
         adorned with flowers and the wire cages from Champagne corks.
         Emma looks at him, her face soft and vulnerable, open, as
         Nikolai places the makeshift crown on her head with care.


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
                         NIKOLAI
                        (HEAVILY ACCENTED)
         My princess.
         They look at one another for a beat, then simultaneously turn
         to the sea and the frail sky, awaiting the sun.
                        EMMA
                        (SOFTLY)
         You get me.
         Nikolai looks down at his hand on the edge of the deck next
         to Emma's, and turns it palm up in invitation.
         Emma places her hand in his.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         You get me.
         INT. BLUE RIBBON - PRE-DAWN
         Meg tries to follow the discussions and familiar teasing of
         the chefs as they pass plates, goading her to taste.
         She looks over at Bernard, who smiles as he holds his hands
         up at the scene, his boisterous friends, the food; as though


         to say "this is good, enjoy."
         Meg relaxes her shoulders and gives in to the spirit of the
         table, spears a bite of food and lifts her glass to Bernard.
                        CUT TO:
         Meg and another chef, locked in a chopping duel, plow though
         onions at a blinding pace, their knives flashing, creating an
         escalating staccato on their cutting boards.
         Meg sweeps her onion from her board to a pan, and slams her
         knife down in victory as all the chefs erupt with applause.
         Henri seizes Meg's hand, raising her arm in the air, and
         presents her with a bottle of wine.
         Meg turns to Bernard, beaming, thrilled, utterly happy, as
         the other chefs clap her on the back, shake her hand.
         INT./EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - ROOF - PRE-DAWN
         Jean-Pierre opens the door at the top of the fire stairs,
         revealing the open sky, turning back to take Alice's hand.


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
         ALICE (V.O.) 
         What's the most amazing place
         you've ever been?
         JEAN-PIERRE (V.0.)
         Hard to say. There are many.
         Alice steps out onto the hotel's roof with Jean-Pierre's
         jacket over her shoulders.
         ALICE (V.O.)
         Well, Africa, then. How often do
         you get to go?
         He leads her around the maze of skylights to the front of the
         building that faces the sea and the lightening sky.
         JEAN-PIERRE (V.0.)
         Not enough. Mostly I am on planes.
         To the places where sunlight and
         parties make people generous.
         EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - ROOF - MOMENTS LATER
         Alice's smile flickers with a vague disappointment as she
         leans against the hotel's crown beside Jean-Pierre. 
                        ALICE
         That seems a shame...
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         But, I can think of one place I
         have never been. It is in my
         imagination only, so it is very
         special.
         He places an arm around Alice as they take in the view.
                        JEAN-PIERRE (CONT'D)
         It is just a small town, in a vast,
         open space. Maybe in the middle of
         America. There are people there
         like yourself, who are kind. And
         children who have everything they
         need.
         Alice turns to Jean-Pierre as he takes a strand of her hair
         in his fingers, and they hold a beat, looking at one another.
                        JEAN-PIERRE (CONT'D)
         In my mind, it is bordered by
         fields that are green. 
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 87.
                        CONTINUED:
         0 Alice breaks the moment by turning her head to search the far
         horizon just as the rising sun crests the open sea.
         EXT. YACHT - DAWN
         Nikolai shrugs himself out of his formal shirt to stand
         before Emma in nothing but starfish printed boxer shorts.
         He lifts his hands: This is me. Here I am.
         Emma hesitates, then lets her gown fall around her, bare
         except for her panties, the necklace, and her napkin crown.
         Nikolai pushes himself off the side of the boat at a run,
         hiking up his legs into a cannonball. SPLASH!
         He surfaces and turns back to the boat just as Emma dives in
         with a SPLASH!
         She swims to Nikolai, pushing him under in a child's game,
         and he pops up, spitting water like a fountain.
         They laughs and Emma loops her arms around him.
         A beat as they sober.


         Emma pulls Nikolai close to her, and they kiss.
         On the landing deck, Emma's gown shimmers in the morning sun
         with Nikolai's crown and Cordelia's yellow gem and diamond
         necklace nestled among its satin folds.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - HALLWAY - DAWN
         Alice, still wearing Jean-Pierre's jacket, walks down the
         hall with Jean-Pierre close beside her, neither speaking.
         She turns to him when they reach the door of her suite.
         A long beat stretches, full of every possibility.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Come with me.
                        ALICE
         What?
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         To Dubai. I leave the day after--.
         What is today? Friday? I leave
         tomorrow. You could come too. You
          wouldn't need to bring anything.
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 88.
                        CONTINUED:
                        ALICE 
         But--. Jean-Pierre...
         (a near confession)
         You don't know me.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         This is why I ask. I would like to
         know you, Alice. Very much.
         Alice regards him a beat, then slowly pulls his jacket from
         her shoulders.
                        ALICE
         Before this, I'd never even been to
         France.
         Jean-Pierre blinks and Alice laughs, as much at herself.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         It's true. Just kept putting it
         off. Always managed to find an
         excuse. But, really, it was that I
         was afraid. That it couldn't ever
         live up to the France I'd imagined.
         And if it did... Then I'd never be
         able to go home.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         And, now?
         Alice gently places Jean-Pierre's jacket in his hands and
         steps near to kiss him on the lips.
                        ALICE
         But, thank you.
         She turns and opens the door with her key as Jean-Pierre
         smiles ruefully.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         For everything.
         Alice steps into her room and closes the door.
         EXT. NICE AIRPORT - DAY
         Richard exits the plane, walking down a mobile stairway onto
         the tarmac, carrying Alice's repaired suitcase.
                        0





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 89.
          INT. NICE AIRPORT - DAY
         Richard stands at the information counter, conferring with an
         ATTENDANT in his broken French.
                        RICHARD
         Excusez-moi...I'm looking for the
         train. To Monte Carlo.
         Behind him, Cordelia strides through a set of doors to stop
         directly at Richard's back as she searches the terminal and
         hisses into her cellphone.
                        CORDELIA
         Yes, Daddy, I'm here. No, I do not
         see a driver. Yes, I am looking!
         The attendant points over Richard's shoulder to an exit.
         Richard begins to turn in Cordelia's direction, but the
         attendant corrects him, pointing the other way.
                        RICHARD
         Merci.
          He picks up Alice's suitcase and heads off just as a
         UNIFORMED DRIVER approaches Cordelia.
                        DRIVER
         Mademoiselle Scott?
                        CORDELIA
         Where have you been?
         The driver leads her away, neither she nor Richard having
         taken note of the nearby newsstand and its display of today's
         front page: Emma on the yacht wearing Cordelia's necklace.
         EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - DAY
         Meg zooms the moped around the fountain a last loop, Bernard
         on the back, before jerking to a stop in front of the hotel.
         Bernard steadies the moped as Meg climbs off.
                        ME G
         Well, this is me. Back to the old
         Grimaldi suite.
                        BERNARD
                        (WITH REGRET)
          I have to open the restaurant.
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 90.
                        CONTINUED:
         A beat as they face each other, neither knowing how to end 
         the evening, how to say goodbye.
                        MEG
         Thank your father for me?
                        BERNARD
         I will, Meg.
                        MEG
         Thank you.
         Meg hugs him briefly, awkwardly, then turns for the steps.
                        BERNARD
         Goodbye, Meg.
         Meg stops, holds a beat with her back to Bernard.
         Then she turns and marches to him with purpose, seizing his
         face in both her hands and kisses him passionately.
         She releases Bernard, who staggers against the moped,
         catching himself just before going over, as she turns again
         for the steps, an enormous smile on her face.
                        IS
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         Alice sits on the edge of the bed with the hotel phone, idly
         looking out at the sparkling bay and anchored boats.
                        ALICE
         (leaving a message)
         Well, I wish you were there. Or
         here. I wish you were here,
         Richard. I do... Because I keep
         thinking, no matter what I see, I'm
         only seeing half of it. Because
         we're not seeing it together...
         Meg lets herself in the front door and heads for the bedroom,
         stopping when she overhears Alice on the phone.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         I'm sorry, Richard. I hope you'll
         be there when I get home...
         Because that's all I want.
         Alice hangs up the phone, so lost in thought she doesn't see
         Meg standing at the door.


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 91.
                        CONTINUED:
                         MEG
                         (SOFTLY)
          Hey.
         Alice looks up, smiles to see her friend.
                        ALICE
         Oh. Hey--
         (taking Meg in)
         Hey! You bought the jeans! They
         look great--!
                        MEG
         (tearful, comic)
         Alice, I am so sorry! For what I
         said. About you. And Richard. I
         didn't mean any of it! I love you.
         I don't know how I would've gotten
         through the past six months if it
         weren't for you--
                        ALICE
         No. It's okay. You were right--
         (bursts into tears)
         Oh, Meg! I made a huge mistake!
                        MEG
         Wha--?
                        ALICE
         Richard asked me to marry him--
                        MEG
         Wait. What? When?
                        ALICE
         I told him we should wait a week!
                        MEG
         No. You didn't--
                        ALICE
         I did! He surprised me!
                        MEG
         Alice...
                        ALICE
         I'd imagined him asking me a
         million times, but then when he
         did, I just panicked. suddenly all
          I could think about was the trip.
                        (MORE)
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 92.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                         ALICE (CONT'D)
         That I hadn't already been to
         France. It was like this wave, all
         the years, and chances I'd had but
         didn't take, they just crashed down
         on me: And I hadn't seen anything
         but the end of Lake Avenue. The
         only clear thought in my head was,
         "this guy is so wonderful, how can
         he marry half a person?"
                        MEG
         But, Alice. You were going. We
         were on our way.
                        ALICE
         I thought he was asking me to make
         a choice. But, he wasn't. He
         wasn't doing that at all. It was
         me. Because I couldn't believe he
         loved me just for who I was.
         France or no.
                        (PAUSES)
         All I had to do was say, "yes."
                        MEG
         Honey, Richard knows you... It
         might feel like it's over. But,


         it's not.
                        ALICE
                        (CRYING)
         I really ruined it this time...
         The suite's doorbell rings and they both look up.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - MOMENTS LATER
         Alice opens the door for Emma who stands up from retrieving
         the morning paper just outside the door.
                        EMMA
         (hands off paper)
         Thanks. I couldn't find--. I
         musta left my key someplace...
         (on a cloud)
         But, what does it matter, really?
         When I already have everything I'll
         ever need...
         Alice exchanges a look with Meg as Emma swans across the
         suite to tear open on the fruit basket, pluck out an apple,
         and drape herself across a chaise.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 93.
                        CONTINUED:
         is EMMA (CONT'D)
         Moooorning, Meg...
         (back on track)
         For the first time in my life,
         everything makes perfect sense, you
         know?
                        MEG
         I'm trying to follow you--
                        EMMA
         I'm in love! I am! Oh, you guys,
         I'm in love with Niki...
         Nikolai... Nikolai. And, I don't
         care if he is just a busboy. Or
         waiter. Whatever he is...
         Alice unfolds the paper, taking in the image of Emma wearing
         Cordelia's necklace.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         It's funny if you think about it.
         I could have had a prince. A real
         one. But, I wanted my Niki--
         (a big bite of apple)
         Hey. Why are you guys crying?


         This is good news!
                        ALICE
         I thought we said no jewelry--
                        EMMA
         No--? What jewelry?
                        MEG
         What?
         Alice holds up the newspaper.
                        EMMA
         Ooh, that's a good one!
                        ALICE
         The necklace, Emma!
         Emma's face clouds as she distractedly reaches a hand to her
         bare collar bone, then flicks her eyes up to Alice.
                         ALICE (CONT'D)
          Emma, where's the necklace--?


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 94.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
         Emma leaps up and races to the window, throwing the doors 0
         wide as Alice and Meg dash after her onto the balcony.
                        EMMA
         The yacht! There! I left it on--!
                        MEG
         Are you kidding me?!
         PHOTOGRAPHERS (O.S.)
         Cordelia! Cordelia!
         They look directly down to the base of the hotel where the
         trio of paparazzi call as Cordelia emerges from a limousine.
         Alice and Meg look at each other, stricken.
                        EMMA
         Oh, hey. What's she doing here?
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - LOBBY - DAY
         Cordelia strides across the lobby, passing WORKERS who set up
         for the auction, and arrives at the front desk.
         A busy DESK CLERK glances up, brightening happily.


                        DESK CLERK
         Mademoiselle Scott!
         Cordelia looks at him with typical, withering disdain.
                        CORDELIA
         The driver was late.
         The clerk's smile falters, fades.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         Hello? I'm checking in.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         Alice, Emma and Meg race around, frantically grabbing
         clothes, stuffing them into shopping bags.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - HALLWAY - DAY
         DING! The elevator doors open and Cordelia steps off with a
         BELLHOP toting her bags, as her cell phone rings.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 95.
                        CONTINUED:
                         CORDELIA
                        (ANSWERING)
         Hello?!
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         The three women scramble though the suite, collecting,
         straightening, smoothing in a blind panic.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - HALLWAY - DAY
         The bellhop stops outside the door with Cordelia.
                        CORDELIA
         Beijing? Oh, I want to come! Will
         you wait for me?
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS SUITE - DAY
         CLICK! Alice, Meg and Emma freeze in their tracks at the
         very center of the suite, their heads swinging toward the
         door when they hear the key inserted from the other side.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - HALLWAY - DAY
         The bellhop opens the door, holding it wide for Cordelia who


         marches in to the room...
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         .where everything, impossibly, appears to be in place.
                        CORDELIA
         I can be there in, say, a day--
                        (TO BELLHOP)
         I was meant to have a suite.
                        (INTO PHONE)
         Of course, they've screwed this up
         as well--. Who else is going?
         The bellhop opens the bedroom doors, revealing the tower of
         Cordelia's luggage, crowned by the reassembled fruit basket.
         Cordelia, unimpressed, indicates the bags the bellhop holds.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         Put those with the others--
                        (INTO PHONE)
         Wait, wait!
         She spins away for the French doors, twisting their handles,
         and throwing them wide.





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 96.
         EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - DAY 
         Cordelia steps to the railing, completely unaware of Alice,
         precariously perched atop the adjacent balcony's railing,
         back pressed against the face of the hotel.
                        CORDELIA
                        (INTO PHONE)
         Stavros is supposed to be here,
         isn't he? I don't see his boat!
         Alice carefully turns to Meg and Emma who look back her with
         desperate faces from the balcony on the far side of Cordelia,
         where they balance with their shopping bags.
         BELLBOY (O.S.)
         Mademoiselle?
                        CORDELIA
                        (INTO PHONE)
         Majorca?! Hold on.
         She does a quick turn, marches inside.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY


         The bellboy stands expectantly by the front door.
                        CORDELIA
         Yes?
         He nods, not quite with his hand out, but waiting.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         If you're done, you may go.
         The bellboy turns but hesitates in catching a quick glimpse
         of Alice, fleet as a gazelle, as she passes the open doors on
         the balcony behind Cordelia.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         I said, you can go.
         He bows a retreat, backing out the door.
         EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - DAY
         Alice climbs across to the next balcony where Meg tries the
         handles of another set of French doors.
                        MEG
         They're locked! 
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 97.
                        CONTINUED:
          They each look about for a route of escape.
         Emma looks down, on the heads of the unsuspecting paparazzi
         while Alice scrutinizes the facade above.
         Alice looks at Meg.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         No. Forget it.
         Alice laces her fingers together, turning to Emma.
                        ALICE
         Emma, help.
                        MEG
                        ALICE---
                        ALICE
         You're first. There's a door on
                        THE ROOF--
                        EMMA
         The roof?!
          EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - ROOF - DAY
         Shopping bags swing up over the edge of the roof, landing in
         profusion, followed by three sets of gripping hands.
         Alice, Meg and Emma haul each other over the hotel's crown,
         the view of the ocean and the yachts in the bay behind them.
         EXT. MOTOR BOAT - AT SEA - DAY
         A BOAT DRIVER in uniform passes a captain's hat to Nikolai,
         who places it on his head as they speed towards the marina.
         EXT. DINGHY - AT SEA - DAY
         Meg turns to get a gauge on the distant yacht as she and
         Alice labor with the oars of a fisherman's dinghy.
                        MEG
         Why'd they have to park so far out,
         anyway?!
                        ALICE
         One point five million Euros, Emma!
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 98.
                        CONTINUED:
                        EMMA 
         I said I was sorry! You think I
         would have worn it if I knew how
         much it cost?
         Busy fighting, none of them notice as Nikolai's boat passes
         fifty feet off their side.
                        MEG
         What am I going to tell my kids?!
         How am I'm going to explain to
         Glenn that we're in a French jail?
                        ALICE
         For the auction, Emma!
                        MEG
         My kids'll be in college when we
         get out! They won't even know me.
                        EMMA
         None of us knew that, Alice--
                        MEG
         Trespassing. Burglary. Oh, god.
         Grand larceny, by trick and 
                        DECEPTION--
                        ALICE
         For the children--!
                        EMMA
         In Africa. I know!
                        MEG
         I'm standing in a stolen boat!
                        EMMA
         Well, sit down then!
         Nikolai's wake hits the dinghy, rocking them hard.
         EXT. MONTE CARLO TRAIN STATION - TRACKS - DAY
         Richard steps off the train, with today's paper wedged under
         the arm that carries Alice's suitcase.
         EXT. YACHT - DAY
         The dinghy strikes the side of the yacht and the three women
         scramble to their feet, grasping the side of the boat.






         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 99.
         EXT. YACHT - DAY


                        EMMA
         It was right here!
                        MEG
         Oh, I can't believe this...
         Meg doubles over, hands on her knees as Emma stands over the
         empty spot on the landing.
                        ALICE
         Are you even sure you took it off?
                        EMMA
         Definite "yes."
                        ALICE
         Well... Were you this close to the
         edge? I mean, it could've fallen--
                        MEG
         Do not even say it!
                        EMMA
         0 You know, I'm getting a little
         tired of this. Just because I
                        SOMETIMES FORGET--
                        ALICE
         Emma, we're not talking about a
         pair of sunglasses!
                        MEG
         We don't have time for this! Let's
         just split up! Alice you go fore,
         Emma take the aft, and I'll check
         the cabin.
         Emma glares at Alice with steely, narrowed eyes.
                        EMMA
         Alright. Fine.
                        (PAUSES)
         Which way is aft?
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - LOBBY - DAY
         The clerk looks up as Nikolai arrives at the front desk.
                        CLERK
          Yes?
                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
                        NIKOLAI 
         Ya khotel by perepisyvat'sya s
         vami.
                        CLERK
         Excusez moi, monsieur?
         INT. YACHT - DAY
         Alice, Meg and Emma reconvene in the cabin's salon, each
         coming from a different direction.
                        MEG
         Nice boat. No necklace.
                        ALICE
         Where is he, anyway?
                        EMMA
         He just works here. I don't--
         (an idea forming)
         You don't think he could have taken
         it, do you?
                        MEG
         Who knows?! I mean, is there 
         anyone who understands a word he
         says?!
                        EMMA
                        (STRICKEN)
         Oh, this could all be my fault! He
         probably thought he needed it, to
         finance our new life together. The
         temptation was just too much for
                        HIM--
                        ALICE
         Emma, it's your fault because you
         wore it in the first place!
                        EMMA
         He works like fifteen jobs already!
         You don't know what it's like being
         around rich people all the time--
                        MEG
         Actually, we do.
                        IS





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 101.
          INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - LOBBY - DAY
         Nikolai picks up the hotel phone as he removes Emma's room
         key from his pocket.
                        NIKOLAI
                        (TO OPERATOR)
         Pozhalujsta.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY


                        CORDELIA
                        (INTO CELL)
         Gratitude, Mummy. That's what I'm
         talking about. It's just so unfair
         the way Daddy assumes I've nothing
         better to do than--
         The hotel phone rings, interrupting her complaint.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         Hold on.
         She picks up the ringing telephone at the desk.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)


         What is it? What?
                        (LISTENS)
         I cannot understand you.
         She hangs up, heads for the fruit basket with her cell.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         Mummy, Mummy, I'm just saying I
         wish someone, anyone, would
         consider my feelings. Just once.
         She snatches up an apple from the basket without looking.
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         You go ask him how much he thinks a
         simple "thank you" might cost.
         She hangs up her cell with a sniff and raises the apple,
         stopping when she sees where Emma has eaten.
         She recoils, dropping the apple, which rolls across the
         carpet and hits one of Emma's sandals beneath the desk.
         Cordelia approaches, looking down to discover the other
         sandal in the wastebasket, along with Emma's broken plastic
          tiara, room service dishes, and the newspaper.
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 102.
                        CONTINUED:
         Cordelia pulls the newspaper from the trash, curiosity 
         turning to shock as she takes in the huge torn photograph of
         Emma wearing her necklace.
         EXT. DINGHY - AT SEA - DAY
         The women paddle back towards the Marina.
                        ALICE
         Well, we're just going to have to
         talk to her.
                        MEG
         Oh, yeah, that was the first thing
         that struck me about her. How
         reasonable she seemed--
                        EMMA
         (seizing on the idea)
         Yeah, we'll just explain.
                        MEG
         We should have sailed that yacht
         right back to Wisconsin--
                        EMMA
                        IS
                        (SELLING HERSELF)
         it was an accident. This whole
                        THING--
                        MEG
         You think she'd fit in one of those
         trunks of hers--?
                        ALICE
         Meg?
                        MEG
         Just thinking out loud.
                        EMMA
         You never know. She might
         understand.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         Cordelia slams the steel briefcase onto the bad, scrabbling
         at the combination lock.
         CLICK! She rips the lid open to reveal the empty velvet
         lining and she SCREAMS!






         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 103.
         EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - DAY
         Richard pays a taxi driver, taking Alice's repaired suitcase,
         and mounts the steps directly behind Domenico escorting
         Penelope through the revolving door.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - LOBBY - DAY
         Domenico and Penelope head for the ballroom entrance and
         Richard arrives at the front desk, just as the clerk's phone
         begins to ring.
         Richard holds up the newspaper with Emma's photo.
                        RICHARD
         I need to find this woman--
         The clerk puts up a finger as he lifts the receiver.
                        CLERK
         Une moment, Monsieur. Pardon.
         Behind Richard, Nikolai crosses from the bank of house phones
         for the elevator, stopping to pluck a flower from the lobby's
         arrangement.


         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY


                        CORDELIA
         (on hotel phone)
         Send security! Immediately! This
         is Cordelia Winthrop Scott. I've
         been robbed!
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - LOBBY
         Nikolai steps into the elevator, the doors closing, just as
         Alice, Emma and Meg throw themselves through the lobby's
         revolving door.
         At the desk, the clerk hangs up one phone to pick up another,
         stalling Richard again with his finger.
                        CLERK
         Pardon.
                        (INTO PHONE)
                        SECURITE--
         The clerk stops, spotting Emma as she, Alice and Meg, sprint
         past the front desk and Alice wipes out, tripping over her
         own suitcase on the floor beside Richard.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 104.
                        CONTINUED:
                        ALICE 
         Oh!
         Richard whips around to see Alice spread-eagled on the marble
         floor as Meg and Emma slide to a stop.
                        RICHARD
         Alice?
                        MEG ALICE
         Richard! Richard--?
                        RICHARD (CONT'D)
         Alice!
                        EMMA
         Wow! Richard!
         Richard drops down to help Alice as she struggles up, dizzily
         finding her feet to stand.
                        RICHARD
         Honey, are you alright--?
                        ALICE
         You got my message.


         She hugs Richard tightly.
                        RICHARD
         I had no idea where you were. I
         looked all over Paris, but, I
                        COULDN'T FIND--
                        (NOW HEARING)
         What message?
                        ALICE
         You went all the way to Paris?
                        RICHARD
         A week's an awfully long time.
                        MEG
         Longer in France.
                        CLERK
         Excusez moi, Mademoiselle Scott?
                        EMMA
         Hey, Francois! How are you--?


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 105.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                         CLERK
                        (UTTERLY CONFUSED)
         You--? You still need security?
         Alice and Meg's heads swing in the clerk's direction.
                        CLERK (CONT'D)
         You are still robbed?
                        ALICE
         No!
         (dials it down)
         A misunderstanding. We're fine.
         She's fine.
                        (TO EMMA)
         You're fine, right?
                        EMMA
         Super fine.
                        ALICE
         Richard, we've got to--
         (sighs, in love)
         I can't believe you're here--!
                        MEG


         But, we've got a little situation--
                        EMMA
         (grabbing Alice's arm)
         It'll just take a minute! We'll
         have her right back!
                        MEG
         Don't worry about a thing!
                        RICHARD
         (holds up newspaper)
         Like this?
                        ALICE
                        (KISSES RICHARD)
         I'll explain everything! I
         promise!
         They take off for the elevator.
                        EMMA
         Boy! Does he love you.
                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 10 6.
                        CONTINUED: (3)
                        ALICE 
                        (GLEEFUL)
         Did you see he fixed my suitcase?
         EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - HALLWAY - DAY
         Nikolai rings the doorbell.
         CORDELIA (O.S.)
         Oh, thank god!
         Cordelia opens the door to Nikolai, who holds out the room
         key and flower with a smile as her brows come together.
                        NIKOLAI
         Lechu k tebe na krylyah lyubvi.
                        CORDELIA
         Security?
         They look at each other in confusion, Nikolai's smile fading,
         Cordelia with mounting alarm.
         She slams the door in his face.
         At the end of the hall, the elevator doors open for Alice,


         Emma and Meg, as Nikolai removes the necklace from his pocket
         and reaches to ring the suite's bell again.
                        EMMA
         Niki!
                        ALICE
         The necklace!
                        MEG
         Don't touch that bell!
         They race down the hall towards Nikolai, who gapes, perplexed
         by the sight of Emma.
                        EMMA
         Oh, Niki! I knew it! I knew it!
         I believed in you the whole time!
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         Cordelia hides behind the drapes with the hotel phone.
                        CORDELIA
         Yes! Police! This is Cordelia
         Winthrop Scott. 
                        (MORE)
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 107.
                        CONTINUED:
                        CORDELIA (CONT'D)
         In the Grimaldi Suite at the Hotel
          de Paris. You must come straight
         away. I've been robbed! And now
         some horrible, foreign man--! I
         believe someone is trying to kill
         me!
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - HALLWAY - DAY
         Emma kisses Nikolai as she pushes him onto the elevator.
                        EMMA
         Wait for me in the lobby, sweetie.
         Down in half a second--
                        NIKOLAI
         Ya tebya lyublyu.
                        EMMA
         I know. Me, too.
         The doors close and Emma sprints back down the hall to Alice
         and Meg at the door.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Okay! Do it!
         Alice rings the bell.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         Cordelia approaches the door cautiously and spies through the
         peep hole at the back of Meg's head.
                        CORDELIA
         Yes? Who is it?
                        MEG
         (voice dropped low)
         Security, Madame.
                        CORDELIA
         Finally--!
         She opens the door.
         A beat where Cordelia focuses on Alice and Meg first,
         possibly remembering them, then she registers Emma.
         She blinks, completely nonplussed.
                        ALICE
         We can explain.





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 108.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - LOBBY - DAY 
         The elevator doors open and Nikolai steps off just as the
         revolving door begins to spin, spitting uniformed POLICE
         OFFICERS and their CAPTAIN into the lobby.
         The clerk looks up and hustles around the desk to meet them.
                        CLERK
         Pardon? Is there a problem--?
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         We received a report of an
         attempted murder in the Grimaldi
         Suite. Cordelia Scott--
         Richard, sitting nearby, looks up at the mention of
         Cordelia's name, at the same time that Nikolai takes a seat
         at the far end of the same sofa.
                        CLERK
         No. No. It is robbery. But,
         Mademoiselle Scott said it wasn't.
         Jean-Pierre, checking lists at the ballroom's entrance, notes
         the commotion and Cordelia's name, joins the group.


                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Excuse me. What's--? Mademoiselle
         Scott has been robbed?
                        CLERK
         No. She said, not.
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         She said someone was trying to kill
         her! We are going up!
         Richard seems to debate getting involved as the police, the
         clerk and Jean-Pierre head for the elevators.
         Looking over, he notices Nikolai, who smiles and nods.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY


                        CORDELIA
         You can save your "sorrys" for the
                        POLICE--
                        EMMA
         The police--?


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 109.
                        CONTINUED:
                         CORDELIA
         You robbed me!
                        ALICE
         But, the necklace is right here--!
                        CORDELIA
         You stole from me--!
                        EMMA
                        ONLY BORROWED--
                        MEG
         We haven't taken anything--
                        EMMA
         And, we dry-cleaned the dresses--
         Meg and Alice wince, look daggers at Emma.
                        CORDELIA
                        (ICY DISGUST)
         You wore my clothes?
                        EMMA
          Well... For the children.
                        CORDELIA
         Wha--? What children?
                        MEG
         In Africa.
                        ALICE
                        (IMPATIENT)
         This whole thing is for charity.
         Your necklace is for the auction.
                        CORDELIA
         Well, there will certainly be no
                        AUCTION NOW--
                        EMMA
         But, that's not fair! It's not the
                        CHILDREN'S FAULT--
                        ALICE
         Look, you weren't here. Everyone
         thought she was you--


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 110
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        CORDELIA 
                        (INCREDULOUS LAUGH)
         Thought she was me? Who could
         possibly believe--?
                        ALICE
         They all did.
         Cordelia looks at Alice a beat as this lands with her.
                        MEG
         (drives it home)
         Every one of them.
                        CORDELIA
         But, look at you!
         Emma takes a step towards her doppelganger, facing off.
                        EMMA
         Well, look at you!
                        ALICE
                        EMMA--
                        CORDELIA 
                        (DRIPPING CONTEMPT)
         Common country cows playing dress
         up. Pretending to be something
         you're not. Trying to be something
         that not one of you could ever hope
                        TO BE--
                        EMMA
         You mean miserable?
         Cordelia blinks.
                        EMMA (CONT'D)
         Or a petty, spoiled, selfish--
                        CORDELIA
                        (REELS BACK)
         You--!
                        EMMA
         Bitch!
         Cordelia slaps Emma across the face.
         Alice and Meg gasp and they all stand a beat in shock.


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 111.
                        CONTINUED: (3)
          Emma raises a hand to cup her cheek as Alice and Meg turn
         slowly to Cordelia, their faces set like warrior masks.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - HALLWAY
          DING! The elevator doors open and the police spill out,
          followed by the clerk and Jean-Pierre.
          They hear a SCREAM! and break into a run.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         Alice shoves Cordelia roughly into a chair, thrusting her
         back down as she tries to struggle up, points at Emma.
                        ALICE
         You apologize to her right now!
                        CORDELIA
         Apologize--?!
                        ALICE
         You know, I feel sorry for you--
                        MEG
         I don't.


         Cordelia scoffs and Alice leans over her, menacing.
                        ALICE
         Because no matter where you go, no
         matter where you jet to in this
         world, you are still going to be
         you.
         (points to Emma)
         And, let me tell you; she is who
         you want to be!
         The all freeze when a BANGING erupts at the door.
         POLICE CAPTAIN (O.S.)
         Mademoiselle Scott? It is the
         police! Open up!
         Alice claps a hand over Cordelia's mouth, looks to Meg.
                        EMMA
         (mouths the words)
         The police?
                        0





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 112.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - HALLWAY - DAY 
         The police captain pounds on the door again, motioning for
         the clerk to use his pass key.
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         Mademoiselle? Open this door!
         ALICE (O.S.)
         Coming! Just a moment, please!
         The captain grabs the key from the clerk and turns the
         handle, just as Alice coolly opens the door from within.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         Bon jour.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - DAY
         The police enter, followed by Jean-Pierre and the clerk.
                        ALICE
                        (FEIGNED SURPRISE)
         Cordelia, it's the police.
         Emma turns her head from the mirror she faces.


                        EMMA
         Oh, no! This is going to be so
         embarrassing. Please tell me you
         didn't run all the way over here
         just for me.
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         You said there was someone trying
         to kill you--
                        CLERK
         It was a robbery, but, no.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Alice, what's going on?
                        ALICE
         A terrible misunderstanding. You
         see, she couldn't find her
         necklace.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
                        (PANICKED)
         But, you have it?
                        IS
                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 113.
                        CONTINUED:
          Emma turns, holding the necklace up to her throat.
                        EMMA
         Yes, but, Jean-Pierre, would you be
         a dear and help me? I can't seem
         to manage the clasp.
         Jean-Pierre senses something amiss, but steps to assist Emma.
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         We heard a scream--
                        ALICE
         When she found it--
                        EMMA
                        JUST NOW--
                        ALICE
         She was so happy--
                        EMMA
         Relieved! I screamed with delight.
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         And there is no one that wants to


         kill you?
                        EMMA
                        (LIGHTLY JOKING)
         Well, I can't speak to that.
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         You said on the phone--
                        ALICE
         She said she would die. If she
         didn't find it--
                        EMMA
         The necklace!
                        ALICE
         Yes!
         Alice turns her brightest smile to the captain.
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         And this is the necklace? For the
         auction?


                        (CONTINUED)





          Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 114.
                        CONTINUED: (2)
                        JEAN-PIERRE 
                        (CHECKING)
         It is.
         He looks back and forth between Alice and Emma.
                        JEAN-PIERRE (CONT'D)
         Very lucky.
                        EMMA
         Extremely! Think of all the
         schools we'll build!
         (to charm captain)
         Do you like it?
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         (falling for it)
         Allow me to escort you,
         Mademoiselle. As a precaution.
         Emma, spots one officer poking his way toward the bedroom.
                        EMMA
         (seizes captain's arm)
         Oh, but, yes! Would you? What an
         entrance I'll make! So dramatic!


         Alice, are you coming, dear?
         Jean-Pierre takes Alice's elbow as Emma leads the captain and
         the rest of the group from the suite.
                        ALICE
         Let me just grab my purse.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - BEDROOM - DAY
         Alice opens the door as narrowly as possible.
                        ALICE
         You okay in here?
         Meg sits on top of Cordelia who is tied to a chair with a
         scarf, the fruit-basket apple jammed in her mouth.
                        MEG
         We're great. But, now you can add
                        KIDNAPPING--
                        ALICE
                        (RE: CORDELIA)
         Well, don't tell her that. Throw
         me a purse. 





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 115.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - LOBBY - DAY
         DING! Richard and Nikolai both look up as the elevator doors
         open and Emma emerges led by the police captain.
         Nikolai leaps up.
                        NIKOLAI
         Moy angelochek?
         Richard jumps up when he sees Jean-Pierre escorting an
         anxious Alice from the rear of the battalion.
                        RICHARD
         Alice?
         Alice winces as she sees Richard approaching, at the same
         time Nikolai rushes to Emma.
                        EMMA
         Niki, I'm sorry. It's just going
         to another minute.
                        NIKOLAI
         Ya sdelayu vsyo, chto smogoo--


                        EMMA
         Perfect! That sounds good.
         Emma is led to the ballroom by the captain as Richard meets
         Alice and Jean-Pierre in the center of the lobby.
                        ALICE
         (quick, preemptive)
         Richard, this is Jean-Pierre, Jean-
         Pierre this is Richard, my fiance--
                        RICHARD JEAN-PIERRE
                        (BLINKS) (BLINKS)
         Fiance? Fiance?
         Jean-Pierre offers his hand to shake, smiling knowingly.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Ahh... A pleasure to meet you.
         You've come for the auction--?
                        ALICE
         Yes! He came all this way!
         Richard tightens his grip on Jean-Pierre's hand.


                        (CONTINUED)





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 116.
                        CONTINUED:
                        RICHARD 
         Alice? Who is this guy--?
         Alice breaks Richard's vice grip with a bright smile.
                        ALICE
         I told you, that's Jean-Pierre!
                        (TO JEAN-PIERRE)
         He's exhausted! It's such a long
         trip!
         Richard flicks his eyes narrowly at Jean-Pierre.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
                        (DEFLECTING)
         I believe we are ready to start.
         Shall we go in?
         Alice loops an arm through Richard's to follow Jean-Pierre,
         but jerks to a stop when Richard doesn't budge.
                        RICHARD
         Is there something I need to know?
         Alice looks at Richard, reading his face, and smiles.


                        ALICE
         No. There's isn't.
         She leads Richard through the ballroom entrance only to be
         stopped by an ATTENDANT.
                        ATTENDANT
         Pardon, Monsieur, invitation--?
                        ALICE
         He's with me!
         As Alice pulls Richard through to the ballroom, Nikolai steps
         to the reception table behind them, producing an elaborate
         invitation from inside his jacket.
                        ATTENDANT
         Oh! Monsieur Ludovic! Welcome!
         As Nikolai is ushered into the auction with great fanfare,
         the lobby's revolving doors turn and Bernard enters, carrying
         Meg's bottle of wine.
                        0





         Monte Carlo Draft 3 - November 4, 2007 117.
         0 INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - BEDROOM - DAY
         Meg, holding the apple, sits facing Cordelia, still tied to a
         chair, the two glaring at each other.
                        CORDELIA
         You will never get away with this.
                        MY FATHER--
                        MEG
         Believe me, nothing would make me
         happier than having a little talk
         with your father--
         Both their heads swing toward the door when the bell RINGS!
         Meg jumps to Cordelia, stuffing the apple in her mouth just
         as she opens it to scream.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - HALLWAY - DAY
         Bernard looks up when Meg opens the door a crack.
                        MEG
         Bernard...?
          He holds out the bottle of wine.
                        BERNARD
         We forgot your prize.
                        MEG
         Oh, I...
         She glances back into the room behind her, carefully
         obscuring Bernard's view through the half open door.
                        BERNARD
         I have come at a bad time?
                        MEG
         No. No, Bernard, that's not it.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SUITE - BEDROOM - DAY
         Cordelia kicks her legs against the floor, straining against
         the scarf as she tries to overturn the chair.
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - HALLWAY - DAY


                        MEG
         I'd invite you in, but--


                        (CONTINUED)





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         THUMP! They both hear Cordelia's chair hit the floor inside
         and Bernard darkens.
                        BERNARD
         I think--. You are busy. I think
         now I go--
         Meg reaches out to stay him with a hand on his arm.
                        MEG
         No. Bernard, wait--
         CLICK! Meg and Bernard both turn their heads to look down
         the corridor when Cordelia sticks her head out the bedroom
         door into the hall.
         A beat as Cordelia and Meg lock eyes.
         DING! The elevator doors open at the end of the hall, closer
         to Cordelia.
         She looks back at Meg for an instant then bolts as Meg leaps
         past Bernard into the hall.
                        MEG (CONT'D)
         Hey! Stop!
         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - BALLROOM - DAY
         Emma models Cordelia's necklace on a stage for over a hundred
         GUESTS with Domenico fielding bids beside her.
                        DOMENICO
         The bid is three hundred thousand!
         Alice stands just off to the side on the floor below, between
         Richard and Jean-Pierre, with Penelope.
                        RICHARD
         so, they all think she's this
         Cordelia Scott because...
                        ALICE
         It's for a school, Richard--
                        RICHARD
         In Africa.
                        NIKOLAI
                        (HEAVILY ACCENTED)
         Five hundred!


                        (CONTINUED)





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          All the heads in the room turn with an excited murmur as
         Nikolai steps to the front of the assembly.
                        DOMENICO
         Five hundred thousand!
                        ALICE
         Oh,no...
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Yes !
                        EMMA
                        (TO HERSELF)
         No.
         Nikolai smiles up at Emma as ANOTHER GUEST raises a Champagne
         glass in bidding.
                        DOMENICO
         Five hundred, five hundred fifty
         thousand!
          INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - SERVICE STAIRS - DAY
          Bernard races to catch up as Meg flies down the stairs.
                        BERNARD
         But, Meg! Why do we run?
         Meg stops on a landing, turns.
                        MEG
         Bernard, you should stop. You
         really don't need this. I may be
         going away for a long time--
                        BERNARD
         To America?
                        MEG
         Something like that. Look, this is
         where we should say "au revoir."
         Bernard smiles and pulls Meg to him, kisses her.
                        BERNARD
         But, I must see how this ends!
         0 He grabs her hand and they plunge down the stairs together.





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         INT. HOTEL DE PARIS - BALLROOM - DAY 


                        NIKOLAI
         Eight hundred!
         The crowd applauds happily.
                        EMMA
         Niki. What are you doing?
                        NIKOLAI
         Vsyo, chto ya de-la-yu, lish dlya.
                        EMMA
         Well, don't. Just stop, okay?
                        JEAN-PIERRE
                        (ALARMED)
         Why is she stopping him?
                        ALICE
                        (MISERABLE)
         He doesn't have any money. He's
         just a busboy, but they're in love-
                        JEAN-PIERRE 
         That's Nikolai Ludovic--
                        ALICE
         He means no harm--
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         Alice. Lithuania?
                        ALICE
         Yes?
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         He owns it.
         Alice blinks.
                        DOMENICO
         The bid stands at eight hundred
                        THOUSAND EUROS--
                        EMMA
         No! No. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm
         terribly sorry, but, there's..
                        (TO NIKOLAI)
         Honey, you can't bid on this, okay?
                        (MORE) 
                        (CONTINUED)





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                         EMMA (CONT'D)
          Put your hand down, and I'll be
          done in a second. Then we can go.
                         JEAN-PIERRE
          Mon dieu!
                        ALICE
         Emma!
         Jean-Pierre reacts to Alice's "Emma!" as she breaks away.
                        RICHARD
         Alice--!
         She climbs the stage to Emma before the baffled audience.
                        EMMA
         Alice, he doesn't understand. It's
         like a foreign language to him--
                        ALICE
         Actually, it's not. Let him bid.
                        EMMA
         But, he'll get in trouble--
                        ALICE


         He's fine. Let's just get this
                        THING DONE--
                        NIKOLAI
         One million!
                        EMMA
         Nikolai! You cannot bid against
         yourself!
                        DOMENICO
         One million Euros!
                        EMMA
         No! Stop! Stop! I'm sorry. I
         can't... I cannot allow this
         sweet, wonderful man to buy this
         necklace, because...
         (finds the courage)
         It is not mine to sell.
                        CORDELIA
         No. It is mine..


                        (CONTINUED)





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         The crowd gasps, stepping back to reveal Cordelia in the 
         center of the ballroom, backed by all the police, just as Meg
         .and Bernard enter, skidding short when they see the crowd.
                        MEG
         Oh, shhhh--
                        EMMA
         Merde.
         Richard, Jean-Pierre, Penelope, and Domenico all swing
         between the two "Cordelias," as Meg makes her way forward
         with Bernard.
                        CORDELIA
         Arrest those women! They are
         imposters!
         A wave of comment sweeps the confused crowd.
                        PENELOPE
         Wait!
         Penelope steps up onto the platform, shielding Emma and Alice
         as the police come forward and Meg climbs up.
         PENELOPE (CONT'D) 
         These are not imposters! These are
         my friends!
                        CORDELIA
         Penelope Pignose?!
                        PENELOPE
         And, you were never anyone's
         friend.
         Alice takes in the escalating situation, steps bravely
         forward to the front of the stage.
                        ALICE
         It's true!
         A ripple of exclamation sweeps the dumbfounded crowd.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         We're not who we said we were.
         We're... We're only high school
         teachers. From Racine, Wisconsin.


                        (CONTINUED)





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          CORBEL IA
         (turns to captain)
         There! You see?
                        ALICE
         We'd never been anywhere. And we
         took a trip, that didn't belong to
         us... Because, well, because you
         thought we were... important. And
         that she was Cordelia...
         Richard smiles at Alice, supporting her with his gaze.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         We wanted to help.
                        MEG
                        (TO BERNARD)
         We never meant to mislead anyone--
                        EMMA
                        (TO NIKOLAI)
         Or hurt anyone--
                        ALICE
          We're very sorry. And, we're
         willing to face the consequences,
         whatever they are... But...
         She turns to Meg and Emma as a smile blossoms.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         But, this was our adventure.
                        MEG
         And it was an excellent one.
                        ALICE
         We wouldn't change a minute of it.
                        EMMA
         Not for anything in the world.
         Richard takes the pulse of the frighteningly still crowd, the,
         hesitating police, the charged air in the room.
                        RICHARD
         one million five hundred thousand!
         The crowd gasps and Alice gapes at Richard.


                        (CONTINUED)





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         RICHARD (CONT'D) 
         Why not go big?
                        PENELOPE
         One million six hundred thousand!
                        EMMA
         Penny, you don't have to...
                        PENELOPE
         Friends. Right?
                        DOMENICO
         Excellent! We have a bid for one
         million six hundred thousand!
         Cordelia whirls to the police captain amidst applause.
                        CORDELIA
         Why are you just standing there?!
         Arrest them!
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         Arrest them? For what? They seem
         very nice.
                        0
                        DOMENICO
         One million six hundred thousand!
         Do I have another bid?
                        CORDELIA
         They confessed! They're imposters!
         They stole my necklace!
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         That necklace? But, it is here,
         no?
                        CORDELIA
         They kidnapped me!
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         And yet you are here. I see no
         problem. Everyone is very happy--
                        CORDELIA
         Excuse me, but, I'm not happy!
                        POLICE CAPTAIN
         Ah, but, this...
                        (GALLIC SHRUG)
         I can do nothing about. 
                        (CONTINUED)





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                         NIKOLAI
         Three million!
         The crowd erupts, giddy, their applause escalating.
                        DOMENICO
         Three million Euros!
                        EMMA
         Nikolai! No...
                        ALICE
         Emma. It's okay.
                        EMMA
         How? How can it be okay?
                        ALICE
         He's rich.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
                        (LEAPING IN)
         SOLD! To Monsieur Nikolai Ludovic!
         For three million Euros!
         The crowd cheers, overwhelming a forgotten Cordelia as it


         rushes forward to hoist Nikolai up on the stage.
         At the same time, Alice breaks through the throng to jump
         down and wrap her arms around Richard.
                        ALICE
         Richard...
                        RICHARD
                        ALICE--
                        ALICE
         Take me home?
                        RICHARD
         Anywhere you want, Alice. We'll go
         anywhere you want.
         They kiss as Meg finds Bernard who shakes his head with a
         broad smile, holding out the bottle of wine.
                        MEG
         Oh, good. I could use a drink.
                        BERNARD
          First prize. To the champion.
                        (CONTINUED)





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         Nikolai takes Emma's hands in his up on stage. 
                        EMMA
         (scared, shaky)
         Niki? What's going on?
                        NIKOLAI
         Ya das-ta-nu to-be zvyoz-dee.
         Emma nods, without any real understanding, as he indicates
         the necklace.
                        NIKOLAI (CONT'D)
         Is my gift. For you.
         Emma's eyes slowly come into focus as it all becomes
         clear-and she FAINTS.
         EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - DAY
         Together, Alice, Meg and Emma offer an envelope fat with
         Euros to Jean-Pierre.
         They stand, with Richard, Bernard, Nikolai, Penelope and
         Domenico, beside a waiting sedan at the base of the hotel's
         steps where the trio of paparazzi shoot away. 
                        ALICE
         This is for our room. And the trip
         down.
                        MEG
         The rest is for the schools.
         Jean-Pierre hesitates in accepting the envelope, but Alice
         presses it on him.
                        ALICE
         Please.
                        JEAN-PIERRE
         You are all extraordinary women.
                        (TO RICHARD)
         I wish you much happiness.
                        RICHARD
                        (SHAKING HANDS)
         Thank you.
         Meg turns to Bernard, holding up the bottle of wine, as
         Richard places Alice's suitcase in the trunk with their
         shopping bags. 
                        (CONTINUED)





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                         MEG
         You come to Wisconsin, we'll drink
         this in my kitchen.
                        BERNARD
         Yes.
         They embrace and Meg turns with Alice to Emma who stands arm
         in arm with Nikolai.
                        ALICE
         Now, Emma, you're sure about this?
                        EMMA
         I'll call you both as soon as I
         know. They may have to get a sub
         at school for a couple of weeks,
         but, oh, you guys, I swear it
         sounded like a proposal!
         Alice and Meg turn to Nikolai who grins and nods away.
                        NIKOLAI
         Yes! Yes!
         0 EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - FRONT DRIVE - MOMENTS LATER
         Jean-Pierre closes the car's door with Alice, Meg and Richard
         inside, stepping back to join Emma, Nikolai, Bernard,
         Penelope and Domenico, who watch as the car pulls out.
         Together, they wave their friends away.
         Jean-Pierre shakes hands with Nikolai and kisses Emma, tips
         his head in farewell to Bernard, then enters the hotel with
         Penelope and Domenico.
         Emma and Nikolai shake hands with Bernard, then turn and head
         for the marina, trailed by one of the paparazzi while the
         other two pause to reload their cameras.
         As Bernard hops on his moped to zip away, the revolving doors
         turn and Cordelia steps out, talking on her cellphone,
         followed by a train of bellhops and luggage.
                        CORDELIA
         Yes, Daddy! It was a huge success--
         She stops suddenly, as if struck, and her expression of
         perpetual anger melts away as she listens, blinks.


                        (CONTINUED)





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         CORDELIA (CONT'D) 
                        (DEEPLY MOVED)
         Thank you? You're, you're welcome.
         One of the paparazzi raises his camera to take her picture,
         but another places his hand over the lens.
                        PAPARAZZI
         That's not her. That's the other
         one.
         INT. NICE AIRPORT - TERMINAL GATE - DAY
         Alice sits between Richard and Meg at the departure gate,
         each lost in their own thoughts as TRAVELERS pass to and fro.
         A long beat.
         A small smile finds its way onto Alice's face and she gently
         lowers her head to rest it on Richard's shoulder.
         Richard finds Alice's hand and squeezes it in his own.
         INT. NICE AIRPORT - JETWAY - DAY
         Meg walks down the jetway in her skinny jeans, a bounce in 
         her step, shopping bags in one hand, the bottle of wine
         gripped in the other, as though headed for a party.
         Behind her, Alice carries her shopping bags and Richard totes
         Alice's suitcase.
         ALICE (V.0.)
         "I used to wander aimlessly,/
         Wanton my goal, grievous my
         plight./Your dear hands led me,
         guided me."
         Alice encircles Richard's waist as they walk, and he slings
         an arm around her shoulder, kisses her hair.
         FADE OUT.
                        FADE IN:
         EXT. ZAMBIA, AFRICA - DAY
         Under a beating sun, Emma, dressed in immaculate white linen,
         holds hands with Nikolai as a MOB OF LAUGHING CHILDREN and
         their TEACHERS greet them outside a new Marchand Foundation
         schoolhouse.


                        (CONTINUED)





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          ALICE (V.0.)
         "Over the far horizon, night/
         Glowed with the pallid hope of
         dawn./Your eyes' glance was my
         morning light."
         A YOUNG GIRL presents a length of brightly woven fabric,
         draping it over Emma's shoulders as Emma picks the girl up
         and the other children lead Emma and Nikolai inside.
         INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY
         A bulletin board in Meg's classroom is covered in African
         fabric, photographs and letters, all under a banner that
         reads: Food Drive for Our Sister School - Zambia.
         The two students who had cooked their pot holders sort canned
         goods beneath the board, while Meg cooks, surrounded by the
         rest of her CLASS.
         ALICE (V.0.)
         "No sound - save his own tread
         upon/The ground - to ease the
         wanderer's heart./Your voice
         encouraged me: 'go on!"'
                        0
         A STUDENT carefully scoops spices with a measuring spoon,
         holding it out for Meg to add to her pan.
         She ignores the spoon, instead reaching to pinch some spice
         with her fingers and encourages the student who follows her
         example.
         INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY
         Alice moves freely around the center of the circle of desks
         her STUDENTS have formed, reciting by memory.
                        ALICE
         "Yes, my heart - dark, cowed, set
         apart,/Alone - bewailed its dire
         distress./Sweet love, with its all-
         conquering art."
         The entire classroom hangs on her every word.
                        ALICE (CONT'D)
         "Joined us as one in joyousness."
         A beat as she and her class float on the last phrase of Paul
         Verlaine's poem.


                        (CONTINUED)





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                        CONTINUED:
                        AMBER 0
                        (HALTING FRENCH)
         Mademoiselle Perry, what was it
         really like?
         Alice refocuses to smile at Amber and survey all the faces of
         her students for a beat.
                        ALICE
         Everyone should go. At least once
         in their life.
                        (PAUSES)
         There's a whole world for you to
         see.
         FADE OUT.
                        FINISH