Love in the city that never sleeps – a whimsical adventure with Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Holly Golightly was the epitome of a New York City playgirl. She was beautiful, eccentric, and always on the go. Her days were filled with shopping, partying, and mingling with the city’s elite. She was determined to marry a wealthy man and live a life of luxury, but her past was always lurking in the shadows, threatening to ruin her plans.
Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter
Paul Varjak was a young writer in search of inspiration. He had moved into an apartment building in the heart of New York City, hoping to find the creative spark he needed to finish his first novel. Little did he know that his life was about to take a dramatic turn.
As he was getting off the elevator on the fourth floor, he heard a loud crash coming from the apartment across the hall. He walked over to investigate and found a beautiful blonde woman standing in front of a shattered mirror, looking as if the world had just ended.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
The woman looked up at him, and Paul felt his heart skip a beat. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with long blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, and a smile that could light up the room.
“I’m fine,” she said dismissively, brushing broken glass off her dress. “Just a little accident. Nothing to worry about.”
Paul helped her clean up the mess, and they struck up a conversation. The woman introduced herself as Holly Golightly and explained that she was a model and an actress. Paul was impressed by her charm and wit, and they quickly became friends.
As the days went by, Paul and Holly spent more and more time together. They explored the city together, taking in the sights and sounds of New York. They went to jazz clubs, museums, and fancy restaurants, and Holly introduced Paul to her glamorous circle of friends, including a Mexican millionaire and a famous playboy.
Paul was fascinated by Holly’s carefree lifestyle, but he couldn’t help but wonder what her story was. She was always surrounded by luxury and attention, but there was a sadness behind her eyes that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
One night, as they were walking home from a party, Holly suddenly stopped in her tracks.
“What’s wrong?” Paul asked.
Holly hesitated for a moment, and then said, “I have a confession to make. My real name is Lula Mae Barnes. I grew up in a small town in Texas, and I’ve been trying to escape my past ever since. I came to New York City to find a wealthy man to marry, but I’ve never been able to shake off the feeling that I don’t belong here.”
Paul was taken aback by Holly’s confession, but he felt a deeper connection to her than ever before. He realized that she was more than just a shallow playgirl – she was a complex, multifaceted woman with a past that she was trying to outrun.
As they walked home, Paul slipped his arm around Holly’s waist, and she leaned into him. They didn’t say anything else, but in that moment, they both knew that their relationship was about to change forever.
Chapter 2: A Night Out
Holly and Paul set out for a night on the town, in search of the perfect party. They hop from one gathering to the next, mingling with New York City’s elite, and becoming more and more intoxicated with each passing hour.
Their first stop is a dinner party hosted by a stuffy couple with impeccable taste. Holly is immediately bored, twirling a fork in her hair while Paul attempts to make conversation with their uptight hosts.
But their next stop is much more exciting. A wild party in a downtown loft, complete with a live jazz band and free-flowing cocktails. Holly and Paul get swept up in the chaos, dancing the night away and forgetting all their troubles.
As they move on to the next party, Holly drapes herself in a shimmering green dress that stops just short of scandalous. Paul can’t take his eyes off of her, captivated by her beauty and charm.
At the next party, they encounter a Mexican millionaire, who takes an immediate liking to Holly. He showers her with expensive gifts and invites her to his yacht for the weekend. Holly is torn, tempted by the offer but unsure of how to proceed.
Paul, meanwhile, is becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. He knows that Holly is only interested in the millionaire for his money, and worries that she’s losing sight of what’s truly important in life.
But Holly is determined to have a good time, and drags Paul along to one last party of the night. There, they meet a famous playboy, who drinks champagne like it’s water and flirts shamelessly with Holly.
Paul watches from a distance, feeling jealous and out of place. He knows he’s not the kind of man Holly is looking for, and fears that he’ll never be able to give her the lifestyle she craves.
As the night wears on, Holly and Paul become increasingly drunk and disoriented. They stumble back to their apartment building in the early hours of the morning, collapsing onto the couch in a fit of laughter.
For a moment, they forget about all their worries and responsibilities, lost in the moment and the thrill of the night. As they drift off to sleep, Holly snuggles up against Paul, and he realizes that he’s fallen more deeply in love with her than he ever thought possible.
But as dawn approaches and the reality of their situation sets in, Paul can’t help but feel a sense of dread. He knows that Holly’s wild lifestyle and quest for wealth will only lead to heartache and disappointment. And yet, he can’t seem to stay away from her, drawn in by her beauty and magnetic personality.
As the sun rises over New York City, Paul and Holly drift off to sleep, unsure of what the future holds, but certain that they’re in for one wild and unpredictable ride.
Chapter 3: Secrets Revealed
Holly had always been a mystery to Paul, but he never expected her to reveal her true identity so soon. They had become friends quickly over the past few weeks, and he enjoyed her company immensely. They would go out on the town together, attend parties, and have deep conversations that often turned into playful banter. But there was always something about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He knew she had a past, but he never imagined it would be so complicated.
It was a rainy day in New York City when Holly invited Paul up to her apartment for coffee. At first, it seemed like any other casual visit. But as they sat on her couch, sipping coffee and chatting, Holly’s demeanor changed. She seemed more vulnerable than ever before, her eyes full of sadness.
“I have to tell you something, Paul,” she said, her voice low and hesitant.
Paul immediately sensed that this was serious. He put down his coffee cup and turned to face her, waiting for her to continue.
“My real name is Lula Mae Barnes,” she admitted. “I’m from Texas, and I was married at a young age to a man named Doc Golightly. But I ran away from him and came to New York City. I’ve been trying to find a rich man to marry ever since, so I can forget about my past and live a glamorous life.”
Paul was stunned. He had no idea that Holly was married, let alone that she had been living under an assumed name. He felt a mix of sympathy and frustration. Sympathy for the difficult life she had endured, but frustration that she had been lying to him.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” he asked, his voice tinged with anger.
Holly looked down at her hands, unable to meet his gaze. “I was afraid you’d judge me,” she admitted. “I don’t want to be judged for my past.”
Paul softened a little, realizing that this must have been difficult for her to reveal. “I don’t judge you, Holly,” he said softly. “I just wish you had been honest with me.”
Holly looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, Paul,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m not used to being honest with anyone.”
Paul took her hand in his, wanting to offer her some comfort. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m here for you.”
They sat in silence for a few moments, the weight of Holly’s confession hanging in the air. Paul wanted to ask more questions, but he didn’t want to push her too far. He could tell that she was already feeling vulnerable.
After a few minutes, Holly stood up and walked over to the window, gazing out at the rainy skyline. Paul stood up too, watching her curiously.
“I’m sorry, Paul,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know I’ve been acting crazy lately. It’s just that I’m so tired of trying to be someone I’m not.”
Paul stepped up behind her, his hand resting on her shoulder. “You don’t have to be anyone else, Holly,” he said. “Just be yourself.”
Holly turned to face him, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Paul,” she whispered. “Thank you for understanding.”
They shared a tender moment, looking into each other’s eyes. Paul felt a sense of closeness that he hadn’t felt before, a deepening of the bond between them.
As the rain continued to pour down outside, they stayed inside, talking about Holly’s past and what it meant for their future. Paul didn’t know what was in store for them, but he knew one thing for sure: he cared about Holly deeply. Her secrets and all.
Chapter 4: A New Plan
Holly Golightly had a new plan. She was determined to catch the attention of a wealthy Brazilian bachelor, Jose da Silva Pereira, who was arriving in New York City soon. Holly had her sights set on Jose and was determined to marry him and live a life of luxury.
Paul Varjak, her friend and neighbor, was skeptical of her plan. He knew that Holly’s approach was shallow and superficial, but he went along with it anyway in hopes of winning her heart.
Holly had planned a glamorous party for the night that Jose arrived. She had invited all of the wealthiest and most influential people in New York City, hoping that Jose would be impressed by her social status.
Paul wasn’t thrilled about the party, but he knew that he had to support Holly. He helped her prepare for the event, making sure that everything was perfect.
As the guests started to arrive, Holly and Paul mingled with them, trying to make a good impression. Holly was dressed to the nines, wearing a beautiful white gown that highlighted her curves. Paul was looking sharp in his suit, but he was feeling a bit out of his element.
As the night wore on, Holly’s plan seemed to be working. Jose was impressed by her charm and beauty, and they spent a lot of time talking and laughing together.
But as the night progressed, Holly started to realize that Jose wasn’t quite what she had expected. He was arrogant and entitled, and he didn’t seem to care about anything except for his own pleasure.
Paul, who had been watching Holly and Jose all night, wasn’t impressed. He knew that Holly was better than this and deserved someone who truly loved and respected her.
As the party started to wind down, Holly took Jose aside for a private conversation. Paul watched from a distance, feeling uncomfortable about the whole situation.
But as he watched, he realized that he didn’t want to lose Holly. He had feelings for her that he couldn’t deny, even though he knew that she was focused on Jose.
Holly returned from her conversation with Jose, looking disappointed. Paul took her aside and asked her what had happened.
“He’s not what I thought he was,” Holly said, sounding defeated. “He’s just like all the other men that I’ve met. Shallow and selfish.”
Paul took her hand and looked at her, his heart pounding in his chest. “Holly, I know that I’m not the kind of man that you’re looking for,” he said. “But I care about you. And I want you to know that you deserve someone who will treat you well and love you for who you are.”
Holly looked at Paul, her blue eyes shining with tears. “Paul, I don’t know what to say,” she said. “I’ve always thought of you as a friend. But now… I don’t know what I feel.”
Paul took a deep breath and leaned in, his lips touching Holly’s. It was a gentle kiss, but it was filled with passion and longing.
Holly pulled away, looking stunned. “Paul, what are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m just telling you how I feel,” Paul said, his heart racing. “I can’t pretend anymore, Holly. I love you.”
Holly looked at Paul, her eyes wide with surprise. She had never expected him to confess his feelings like this. But as she looked at him, she realized that she felt the same way.
“Paul,” she said, taking his hand. “I love you too.”
They hugged each other tightly, feeling the weight of their pasts lifting away. For the first time, they felt like they had a true connection, one that was based on love and understanding.
As the night came to an end, Holly and Paul walked back to their apartment building together, their hands intertwined.
They knew that there were still challenges ahead, but they were ready to face them together. For the first time, they felt truly happy and fulfilled, knowing that they had each other.
The plan to catch a wealthy Brazilian had failed, but Holly and Paul had found something much more important: true love.
Chapter 5: The Brazilian Arrives
Holly Golightly was jittery as she waited for the arrival of Jose da Silva Pereira, the wealthy Brazilian bachelor she had set her sights on. She had spent the last few days getting her hair done, buying a new dress, and practicing her Portuguese. She was determined to make a good impression on him.
Paul Varjak watched her from across the room as she paced back and forth, biting her nails. He knew that Holly was nervous, but he couldn’t help feeling a little jealous. He had developed feelings for her over the past few weeks, and he didn’t like the idea of her pursuing someone else.
At last, the doorbell rang, and Holly practically leapt across the room to answer it. Paul followed her, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension.
When they opened the door, they were greeted by a tall, dark-haired man with a charming smile. He spoke in Portuguese, and Holly responded in kind. Paul watched as they chatted and laughed, feeling like an outsider.
Finally, Holly turned to him and introduced him to Jose. Paul tried his best to make conversation, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was intruding.
As the evening went on, Holly and Jose seemed to hit it off. They talked about their travels, their favorite foods, and their shared love of music. Paul watched them from across the room, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom, and when he returned, he found Holly and Jose sitting closer together on the sofa, their heads bent together in conversation.
Paul tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched them. He knew that Holly had made it clear that she was looking for a rich husband, but he couldn’t help feeling like he was losing her to someone else.
As the night wore on, Holly and Jose made plans to meet up again soon. Holly seemed giddy with excitement as she walked Jose to the door, and Paul felt a pang of jealousy as he watched them say goodbye.
After Jose had left, Holly turned to Paul with a bright smile. “I think he likes me,” she said.
Paul forced a smile. “It certainly seemed that way.”
Holly went on to describe all of the things that she and Jose had in common. Paul just nodded, feeling like an outsider in his own apartment.
The next few days were a flurry of activity as Holly prepared for her next date with Jose. She tried on dozens of outfits, changed her hair again, and even bought a new perfume.
Paul tried to keep his distance, not wanting to interfere in Holly’s pursuit of Jose. But he couldn’t help feeling like he was losing her.
Finally, the night of Holly’s date arrived. Paul watched as she left the apartment, looking stunning in a red dress and high heels. He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach as he closed the door behind her.
As the night wore on, Paul found himself pacing around the apartment, unable to concentrate on his writing. He kept imagining Holly and Jose together, laughing and flirting.
Finally, he decided that he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed his coat and headed out into the night, determined to find something to distract him from his thoughts of Holly.
He walked for hours, wandering through the streets of New York City. He saw couples holding hands, groups of friends laughing and talking, and homeless people huddled in doorways. But nothing seemed to shake off his feelings of jealousy and loneliness.
At last, he found himself at a party in a downtown loft. He pushed his way through the crowd, looking for something to drink. But as he turned a corner, he saw Holly standing across the room, talking to Jose.
Paul felt a surge of anger and jealousy as he watched them. He wanted to storm over there and tell Jose to stay away from Holly. But he knew that he couldn’t do that. He had to let Holly make her own choices, even if it meant losing her.
He turned to leave, but as he did, he bumped into someone. He turned to apologize, and found himself face to face with another woman.
She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She smiled at him, and Paul felt a flutter of attraction.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m Sue.”
Paul introduced himself, feeling a little shy. They talked for a while, and Paul found himself feeling more relaxed and carefree than he had in weeks.
As the party wound down, they exchanged phone numbers, and Paul felt a twinge of guilt. He knew that he shouldn’t be thinking about another woman when he had feelings for Holly.
But as he walked home, he couldn’t help feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was someone out there who could help him move on from Holly Golightly.
Chapter 6: A Rivalry Emerges
Holly Golightly had always been a woman who attracted men effortlessly. But when the wealthy Brazilian Jose da Silva Pereira arrived in New York City, she knew that she had met her match. Holly was determined to make Jose hers, but when she discovered that her old flame Rusty Trawler was also vying for his affections, she found herself in a fierce rivalry.
Paul Varjak, who had become Holly’s closest confidante, watched the competition unfold with a mixture of fascination and jealousy. He had always been drawn to Holly, but his own insecurities and uncertainties about their relationship made him hesitant to declare his feelings.
Meanwhile, Holly was playing both Rusty and Jose against each other, hoping to come out the winner. She spent her days shopping, attending parties, and entertaining both men, all while keeping Paul in the dark about her true intentions.
One evening, Holly invited Paul to a party at Rusty’s mansion. Paul was hesitant to attend, knowing that he would be uncomfortable in such a lavish setting. But Holly convinced him to come, promising that he would have a good time.
As soon as they arrived, Holly introduced Paul to Rusty. The two men sized each other up, each recognizing the other as a potential rival for Holly’s affections. Despite his reservations about the party, Paul found himself drawn in by the glitz and glamour of it all. For a moment, he forgot about his worries and allowed himself to enjoy the moment.
But then he saw Holly in a corner, whispering conspiratorially with Rusty. He felt a pang of jealousy, realizing that he still had strong feelings for her. It was then that he decided to confront Holly about her intentions.
Later that evening, as they walked home from the party, Paul asked Holly straight out what she was planning to do with Rusty and Jose. Holly hesitated, and Paul pressed her, asking her to be honest with him.
Finally, Holly admitted that she was torn between the two men. Rusty was wealthy, charming, and fun-loving, while Jose was refined, cultured, and exotic. She couldn’t decide which one to choose.
Paul was hurt by her confession, but he knew that he couldn’t force her to choose him. Instead, he told her that he would always be there for her, no matter what. Holly smiled sadly, realizing that Paul was the one person she could always count on.
As the weeks went by, the rivalry between Rusty and Jose intensified. Holly spent more and more time with both men, trying to decide which one to choose. Paul watched from the sidelines, feeling helpless and frustrated.
One night, Holly invited Rusty and Jose to her apartment for dinner. As they sat around the table, tension thick in the air, Holly was struck by a sudden realization: she didn’t want either of these men. She wanted Paul.
She excused herself from the table and went to talk to Paul in private. She told him that she had finally realized that he was the one she wanted to be with, and that she regretted leading him on.
Paul was overjoyed at the news, but he was also wary. He didn’t want to be a rebound, and he was afraid that Holly would change her mind again.
But Holly was sincere, and over the next few days she proved it. She broke things off with both Rusty and Jose, and she and Paul began dating in earnest. Together, they laughed, cried, and navigated the ups and downs of love in New York City.
As the weeks turned into months, Holly began to let go of her dreams of marrying a wealthy man and living a life of luxury. Instead, she realized that what she really wanted was something much simpler: love, companionship, and a life that felt authentic to her.
In the end, Holly and Paul found happiness in each other’s arms. They learned to trust each other, to communicate openly, and to overcome their past mistakes. They didn’t have everything they had thought they wanted, but they had something much more valuable: each other.
Chapter 7: The Climax Approaches
Holly felt like she was in a nightmare. Her past had caught up with her, and she had no idea how to get out of it. Her estranged husband, Doc Golightly, had come to New York City to beg her to come back to him. She thought she had left her old life behind, but now it seemed like it was back to haunt her.
She sat in her apartment, staring at the wall, consumed by her thoughts. Paul sat beside her, holding her hand, trying to comfort her. But he knew that nothing he said would take away her pain.
After a while, Holly stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the city below. Paul followed her, standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders.
“What are we going to do, Paul?” Holly asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t know, Holly,” Paul replied. “But we’ll figure it out together.”
Holly turned around and looked up at Paul, tears in her eyes. “I can’t lose you, Paul. Not now.”
Paul pulled her into his arms, holding her close. “You won’t lose me, Holly. I’m not going anywhere.”
But even as he said the words, Paul couldn’t help but feel a twinge of doubt. He had never been in a situation like this before, and he wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to handle it.
The next day, Holly and Paul went to meet with Doc. Holly was nervous, and Paul could feel her shaking beside him. He put his arm around her, trying to reassure her.
When they arrived at the café where Doc was waiting, Holly took a deep breath and walked inside. Doc stood up when he saw her, a look of relief on his face.
“Holly, thank God you’re here,” he said, walking over to her.
Holly felt a surge of anger. She had left Doc behind for a reason, and she didn’t want him back in her life.
“What do you want, Doc?” she asked coldly.
“I want you, Holly,” Doc replied, his voice pleading. “I want us to be a family again.”
Holly shook her head. “That’s not possible, Doc. I’ve moved on. I have a new life now.”
Doc’s face fell. “I see. And who’s this?” he asked, turning to look at Paul.
Holly introduced Paul, and Doc shook his hand, his eyes cold.
“Well, I guess I’ll be on my way then,” Doc said, standing up.
Holly watched him go, feeling a sense of relief. But she knew that it wasn’t over yet.
Over the next few days, Holly and Paul tried to enjoy their time together, but the specter of Holly’s past hung over them like a dark cloud. They went to parties and restaurants, trying to forget their troubles, but they were always in the back of their minds.
One night, they went to a club where Rusty Trawler was performing. Holly had been avoiding him since he had arrived in New York, but she knew that she couldn’t avoid him forever.
As they watched Rusty perform, Holly saw him looking at her from the stage. She knew that he was still in love with her, and she couldn’t deny that there was a part of her that still loved him too.
After the show, Rusty invited Holly and Paul to his hotel room for a drink. Holly hesitated, but Paul convinced her to go.
When they arrived at Rusty’s room, they found him surrounded by women, all vying for his attention. Rusty ignored them all, focusing on Holly.
“Holly, I’ve missed you,” he said, taking her hand.
Holly blushed, feeling a mix of emotions. She knew that she shouldn’t be leading Rusty on, but she couldn’t help the way she felt.
Paul watched them from the sidelines, feeling a sense of jealousy. He knew that Rusty was a threat to his relationship with Holly, and he didn’t like it.
As the night wore on, the tension between the three of them grew. Rusty made no secret of his feelings for Holly, and Paul couldn’t help but see the look in her eyes.
Finally, Holly stood up, her face flushed. “I think we should go, Paul,” she said.
Paul nodded, feeling relieved. He knew that they needed to get out of there before things got out of hand.
As they left the hotel room, Rusty called out after them. “Holly, I’ll always love you. Remember that.”
Holly didn’t reply, but Paul could see the conflicted look on her face.
When they arrived back at Holly’s apartment, Paul confronted her.
“Holly, what’s going on?” he asked. “I can’t compete with Rusty. You have to choose.”
Holly looked at Paul, tears in her eyes. “I don’t know what to do, Paul. I love you both. But I can’t lose you.”
Paul took Holly in his arms, feeling a sense of sadness. He knew that Holly was torn between two loves, and he didn’t know if he could ever compete with Rusty.
In the end, it was Holly who made the decision. She realized that she couldn’t go back to her old life with Doc, and she couldn’t continue to live in the past with Rusty. She had to move forward, and the only way to do that was with Paul by her side.
So she went to Paul and told him that she loved him, and that she wanted to be with him. Paul felt relief flood through him, knowing that he had finally won Holly’s heart.
As they stood there in each other’s arms, Holly knew that her past would always be a part of her. But with Paul by her side, she knew that she could face anything.
Chapter 8: A Happy Ending?
Paul and Holly sat across from each other in the cozy café, their hands intertwined on the table. It had been a few weeks since the events of the party and their relationship had experienced its fair share of ups and downs. But they had come out stronger for it and were now more in love than ever.
Holly had finally realized that chasing after wealthy men was not the answer to her problems. She had always known that she wanted more out of life than just material possessions, but it took Paul’s gentle encouragement for her to see that happiness came from within. She had even begun to write, inspired by Paul’s love of the written word.
Paul, for his part, had found a renewed sense of purpose in his writing. Holly had shown him a world of glamour and luxury that was both exciting and overwhelming, but in the end, it was his love for her that kept him grounded. He had come to realize that he didn’t need success or fame to be happy; all he needed was Holly.
As they sipped their coffees, the conversation turned to their future together. Holly smiled as she talked about their plans to travel the world, to live life to the fullest. Paul couldn’t help but be drawn in by her infectious energy and enthusiasm.
Just then, a familiar face appeared at the café window. It was Doc Golightly, Holly’s ex-husband. Holly tensed up, her grip on Paul’s hand tightening. But when Doc came in and sat down with them, she relaxed.
They sat there for a while, catching up on old times. Doc talked about his travels, the people he had met, the things he had seen. Holly, for her part, listened intently, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. Paul couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched the two of them together, but he kept his emotions in check.
As they said their goodbyes, Holly turned to Paul with a hopeful look in her eyes. “Do you think we could make it work?” she asked softly.
Paul smiled, his heart pounding in his chest. “I think we could make anything work,” he replied.
And so, they set off into the rest of their lives together, laughing and joking and dreaming of the future. They didn’t know what lay ahead, but they were ready to face it together, hand in hand.
As they walked down the street, a light snow began to fall from the sky, coating the city in a soft blanket of white. Holly looked up, the flakes melting in her hair, and smiled. “It’s like something out of a fairy tale,” she said.
Paul leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. “And in this fairy tale, we get our happy ending,” he whispered.
Holly wrapped her arms around Paul’s neck, pulling him close. “I love you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I love you too,” Paul replied, his heart overflowing with emotion.
And with that, they continued down the snowy street, their future stretching out before them, full of promise and possibility. They didn’t know what lay ahead, but they were ready to face it together, one moment at a time.
Some scenes from the movie Breakfast at Tiffany’s written by A.I.
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Logline: A struggling writer falls in love with a free-spirited socialite, but their opposing lifestyles threaten to tear them apart.
Scene 1 – “A Chance Encounter”
EXT. NEW YORK CITY – DAY
The bustling streets of Manhattan are teeming with activity as we see PAUL VARJAK (late 20s) carrying a typewriter box, walking towards his new apartment building.
Inside the apartment building, Paul gets stuck in the elevator, and as he tries to pry open the doors, he hears the sound of high heels clicking the floor.
Suddenly, a woman, HOLLY GOLIGHTLY (mid-20s), appears at the other end of the elevator. She’s wearing a chic black dress and carrying a paper bag full of groceries.
(after a pause) Hi.
Hello. (pauses) Do you live here?
Yeah, I just moved in.
(smiling) Welcome to the neighborhood.
As the elevator doors finally open, Holly checks out Paul, and her eyes linger on his butt.
INT. PAUL’S APARTMENT – DAY
Paul is setting up his typewriter and working on his novel. Suddenly, he hears Holly’s wild party sounds coming from the apartment next door.
(to himself) Oh, boy.
Paul knocks on the door, and Holly answers with a martini in hand.
(flaunting her drink) Hi, neighbor.
(taking a whiff of the drink) You’ve been having a party.
(smiling) Yeah, I have.
You sure know how to have a good time.
Holly invites Paul to join her party, but he declines, saying he has work to do.
(to Paul) You’re missing out. (pauses) But hey, maybe you can come over for breakfast tomorrow.
(smiling) Breakfast at Tiffany’s?
(smiling back) You never know.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY – NIGHT
The city is alive with the bright lights of party-goers as Holly and Paul make their way from one shindig to the next. Holly beams as Paul opens the cab door for her, revealing a slinky black dress and pearls. Paul can’t help but stare.
What are you looking at, cat?
Just admiring the view.
Holly laughs and leans in for a kiss, but Paul pulls away.
We should go inside. It’s freezing out here.
INT. A SWANKY PENTHOUSE PARTY – NIGHT
Holly and Paul are in the thick of the party, surrounded by wealthy socialites and powerful businessmen. Holly is in her element, flitting from one conversation to the next, while Paul struggles to keep up.
Suddenly, a handsome, tuxedo-clad MAN approaches Holly.
Holly! It’s so good to see you!
Holly greets him warmly.
Darling, how have you been?
Better now that you’re here. Who’s your friend?
Paul introduces himself, feeling like a fish out of water.
INT. A DANCE CLUB – LATER
Holly and Paul are now at a crowded dance club, swaying to the music as the crowd pulsates around them. Suddenly, Holly spots a familiar face across the room.
That’s Rusty Trawler. He’s trouble.
Who’s Rusty Trawler?
Just a playboy I used to know. He always causes drama.
Paul looks at her, concerned.
Do you want to leave?
Not a chance. I’m with you, cat.
They continue to dance, but Paul can’t shake the feeling that something is about to go wrong. As the night wears on, tensions rise and secrets are revealed, culminating in a shocking revelation that leaves both Holly and Paul reeling.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. HOLLY’S APARTMENT – DAY
Holly sits nervously on the couch, while Paul paces back and forth across the room.
So, you’re not really Holly Golightly?
No, not really. My real name is Lula Mae Barnes.
Paul stops pacing and looks at her in disbelief.
Why did you lie to me?
I didn’t want you to know who I really was. I wanted you to see me as Holly, the sophisticated woman about town.
But why marry a Brazilian millionaire? You don’t even know him.
I know. It’s crazy, isn’t it? But I can’t just stay here in New York, living hand-to-mouth. I need security.
Security? Is that all you want?
That’s all I’ve ever wanted. When I was a little girl in Texas, I used to dream of living in Tiffany’s.
Yeah. I used to go there and just stare at the jewelry in the window. It was like a fairy tale.
You know, Holly, you don’t need a millionaire to make you happy.
I know. But it’s too late now. Jose will be here in a few days, and I have to be ready.
I guess there’s nothing I can do to change your mind.
I wish there was, Paul. I really do.
INT. HOLLY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Holly and Paul are getting ready for a glamorous party. Holly is dressed in a stunning black gown, while Paul is wearing a sharp tuxedo.
Are you ready for tonight?
Absolutely. I have a feeling it’s going to be a night to remember.
I hope so. I’m a bit nervous about this whole plan of yours.
Don’t worry, darling. Trust me, it’ll all work out perfectly.
The phone rings and Holly answers.
(on the phone)
Hello? Yes, this is Holly.
She pauses and listens.
Oh, wonderful. Yes, we’ll be there. Thank you so much.
She hangs up and turns to Paul.
That was Jose’s assistant. He wants to meet us at the party tonight.
Are you sure that’s a good idea? Won’t it be too obvious?
Not at all. It’s the perfect opportunity to make a lasting impression on him.
Alright, let’s do it.
The two exit Holly’s apartment, ready to tackle the night ahead.
INT. HOLLY’S APARTMENT – DAY
Holly is a bundle of nerves as she puts the finishing touches on her hair and makeup. She checks her reflection in the mirror one last time before heading to the door as she hears a knock. She takes a deep breath and opens it to reveal Jose da Silva Pereira, the Brazilian millionaire.
Oh, hello! You must be Jose.
Yes, that’s me. And you must be Holly.
Holly nods, her stomach in knots. She steps aside to let him in.
Please, come in. Can I get you anything? A drink, maybe?
No, thank you. I’ve had enough to drink already.
Holly giggles, feeling her nerves start to ease a bit. She leads him to the living room, where Paul is sitting on the couch.
(rising from the couch)
Hi, I’m Paul. Nice to meet you, Jose.
(shaking Paul’s hand)
Likewise, Paul. I’ve heard a lot about you.
(raising an eyebrow)
Really? What have you heard?
Jose chuckles, taking a seat on the armchair.
Oh, just that you’re a writer. And that you’ve been spending a lot of time with Holly.
Holly looks at Paul, wondering how Jose knows about their relationship. Paul senses her unease and takes Holly’s hand.
We’ve become good friends, that’s all.
Just then, the doorbell rings. Holly jumps up to answer it, hoping it’s Rusty Trawler. But when she opens the door, she’s greeted by a man she never expected to see again: her estranged husband, Doc.
Hello, Lula Mae.
What are you doing here, Doc?
(taking a step inside)
I heard you were in town. Thought I’d come say hello.
Holly’s mind races as she tries to think of a way to get Doc out of her apartment before Jose sees him. But before she can say anything, Jose stands up.
(extending his hand)
Hello, sir. I’m Jose da Silva Pereira.
Doc takes his hand, eyeing Jose suspiciously.
Doc Golightly. Nice to meet you.
Holly shoots Paul a panicked look, silently pleading for his help. He nods, taking charge.
Well, this is quite the gathering! Who wants a drink?
INT. HOLLY’S KITCHEN – DAY
Paul is pouring drinks, while Holly paces nervously.
What are we going to do, Paul? We can’t have Doc here when Rusty and Jose show up.
I’ll think of something. Just try to keep it together, okay?
Holly takes a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. Suddenly, they hear voices in the living room.
(from the living room)
Well, hello there!
Holly and Paul exchange a look, both dreading what’s about to happen.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET – DAY
Holly walks down the street, dressed in a sleek outfit and chatting with Rusty Trawler. Paul watches them from across the street, his heart heavy with jealousy.
I knew I shouldn’t have let her go out with Rusty. I knew he was trouble. But what could I do? Holly was a free spirit.
Holly and Rusty continue chatting as they approach a high-end boutique.
I hear you’re going after that Brazilian guy. But why bother? You know I can give you everything you want.
Holly smiles coyly, but doesn’t respond. She spots a pair of diamond earrings in the boutique window and points them out to Rusty.
Those are lovely. Don’t you think?
Anything for you, Holly.
They enter the boutique and Paul watches the scene play out with a heavy heart.
I couldn’t stand to see her with him. But at the same time, I knew I had no claim to her. She was her own woman, and I had to accept that.
Paul turns and walks away, his mind full of conflicting emotions.
INT. HOLLY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Holly sits alone in her apartment, staring off into space. Rusty is nowhere to be seen.
She takes a sip of her drink and stares out the window, lost in thought.
I knew I had to make a move. I couldn’t let Rusty win her over.
Paul enters the apartment, looking determined. Holly looks up, surprised to see him.
Holly, we need to talk.
Holly puts down her drink, sensing the tension in the air.
What is it, Paul?
I can’t stand to see you with Rusty. I know I don’t have much to offer, but I love you. I’ll do anything to be with you.
Holly looks at Paul, her eyes full of emotion.
Paul, I had no idea. I thought you were just a friend.
I’m more than just a friend, Holly. I want to be with you. Will you give me a chance?
Holly thinks for a moment, then nods slowly.
Yes, Paul. I’ll give you a chance.
They embrace, their future uncertain but filled with hope.
FADE TO BLACK.