Sangria Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
First was Tony. Tony's a jeweler.
Now Tony has dozens of people to
set the stones and manage the
sales, but he's still good with a
Swiss movement. I returned some of
the diamonds, but I kept the
Ferrari. I like red things. Next
was Giancarlo. Giancarlo was a
musician; he had the hands of a
musician. His body had seen only
seventeen summers, but I assure you
that his soul was much, much older.
He sang candy-store teenage love
songs to me, told me that I made
him strong. They found him in
Tokyo last month, a guitar pick in
his left hand and a needle in his
right. The doctors say that, since
then, he has only spoken one word,
over and over... My name. Now.
Have I got a deal for you. Put
down that vodka, take these keys,
and bring my Ferrari around to the
front of the bar. In exchange,
tonight I'll make you believe that
you're the only man I've ever had.
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