Perfect Match – Week 6; Chapters 8 & 9August 19, 2007 at 2:33 pm | Posted in Jodi Picoult, Perfect Match Week 6, vigilante justice | 5 Comments
A screenplay written by Literate Housewife
As inspired by the last two chapters of Perfect Match by Jodi Picoult
Literate Housewife [Kate Winslett] is reading while comfortably reclined with a gently read copy of Perfect Match in her hands. Her relaxed face grows more and more tight and twisted as she reads through the parts of the book where Caleb pretty much forgives Nina (on Nina’s terms, mind you), the perpetrator dies, and the jury cannot make a decision. Her drawn face loosens as Nina makes the decision to let the judge decide her fate. The hope of impending justice is like a muscle relaxer for her soul.
As Literate Housewife reads the judge’s verdict, she bolts up straight in her rocking chair. “What the f*ck?” she says under her breath as it becomes apparent that the judge is going to let Nina off because, as a prosecuter, she has cause to be scared of what the justice system (the justice system, mind you) would have done to her family. All the while, Literate Housewife’s hands curl and crinkle the book. She could have possibly bought that a jury would find her not guilty, but a judge sentencing her to probation? Does it really matter for how long? Seriously!
Literate Housewife tosses the book on the foot stool, stands up, and starts pacing for a few moments. She wipes the hair out of her face, stretches her back, arms, and legs. She gives her head a good shake and sits back down. After taking several deep breaths, Literate Housewife picks the book back up.
Patrick is leaving town and won’t stick around for Nina. Literate Housewife nods. At least that’s something. Patrick at least grew up. She continues to read.
“What?” she cries. She flips back a page and rereads a portion of the last pages of the book. She flips back another time before she screams out loud. “Caleb killed the perverted priest and his damn cat with anti-freeze? That’s bullsh*t!” [Last sentence drawn out for effect.]
Suddenly, as if propelled by rocket fuel, a copy of Perfect Match flies across the room. It hits the wall with a loud thunk and then falls on the floor in a heap. Literate Housewife gets up from her rocking chair and, while streaming curses under her breath, walks out of the room. The last shot is of Literate Housewife giving the beaten up copy of the book a good swift kick.