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Pretty Woman

A Screenplay excerpt by Stephen Metcalfe
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EXT. A HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS – NIGHT

The view of downtown Los Angeles from the enormous, ornate house is extraordinary. A small outdoor dinner party is in progress.

A MAGICIAN is entertaining guests. Playing cards and coins appear and disappear in his nimble hands.

INT. HOUSE STUDY – NIGHT

EDWARD HARRIS stands at the window, impassively looking down at the party. Edward is a handsome, well groomed man of around forty. He looks tired; the kind of fatigue that can’t be cured by a night’s sleep.

EDWARD

(a murmur)

Left pocket.

And indeed, down below, the magician pulls the coin from the left pocket of the incredulous WOMAN’s silk blazer. More laughter and applause. The study is in keeping with the rest of the house. Luxurious. Everything the best. WILLIAM STUCKEY, Edward’s contemporary, is a crafty looking lawyer who is the party host. VANCE is an investment banker. His assistant JAKE, is a financial researcher. The other men are

INVESTMENT BANKERS. They are in dark suits and power ties. On the table are stacks of documents and folders, the name “KROSS INDUSTRIES” is prominent on many of the folders.

INVESTMENT BANKER 1

Our banks certainly doesn’t want to discourage Harris Enterprises from investing in California. We think this is a great new venue for you but you’ve got to understand the mergers and acquisitions market is changing.

With the upswing in inflation we have to make these offerings tempting to offset the risk.

VANCE

Look, we’re talking about hard assets and a straight liquidation. We have over a thousand man hours in this deal.

STUCKEY

(losing patience)

This is a “no brainer”. There’s no risk for you. No one has ever lost money backing Mr. Harris.

 

INVESTMENT BANKER 2

Not yet. But ship building is a new endeavor for you…

STUCKEY

(cuts him off)

Come on. You know we’re not going to go into ship building. Besides, you’re the ones with the troubled track record, not us!

 

INVESTMENT BANKER 3

Bill, be reasonable. If you’re really going to digest Kross Industries that quickly eighteen should not be such a problem.

Besides, I don’t think there’s anywhere else you can go for the money in the time you have.

 

EDWARD

It’s unacceptable.

Edward turns from the window. He hasn’t miss a thing. All eyes are on him.

EDWARD

Draymen Heux has offered me seventy-five in the pool at sixteen and a half. I can secure the other half personally. You have until tomorrow morning to make me a better offer.

The bankers speechlessly stare at him.

EDWARD

The meeting is over, gentlemen.

He turns away. The bankers look at one another. They rise.

Silence as they exit. When the door closes. Stuckey explodes with laughter.

STUCKEY

Hah! Did you see the look on their faces?

VANCE

You don’t think we pushed too hard?

STUCKEY

NO way! They’ll come back. They can’t afford not to. Edward, that bluff was beautiful.

EDWARD

Maybe I should have made it rhyme.

The others stare at him, uncertain. Stuckey laughs. The others follow suit.

EDWARD

(looking at his watch)

Well! It’s late. We’ve been at this long enough.

Stuckey rises. Edward ushers Vance and Jake toward the door.

EDWARD

Gentlemen, enjoy the party. The magician’s wonderful.

Vance and Jake exit.

EDWARD

(calling after them)

Watch your left pocket.

A BUTLER has entered the room.

BUTLER

Phone call, Mr. Harris. It’s Miss

Charles.

 

STUCKEY

Cynthia? Is she coming out?

EDWARD

We’re about to find out. Go on. Take care of your guests.

Stuckey exits the room as Edward crosses to the telephone.

EDWARD

(into phone)

Where are you, Cynthia?

(beat)

I see.

(pausing, getting angry)

No, I don’t expect you to be at my beck-and-call. Are you coming or not?

INT. HOUSE – STAIRWAY – NIGHT

Edward descends the long, curved stairway. He has Vance in tow.

EDWARD

(all business)

Prepare the filing papers. Have them ready by the middle of the week.

I’ll tell you when to submit them.

The PEOPLE talking and drinking on the stairway gravitate toward Edward.

A MAN

Edward!

EDWARD

(turning on the charm)

Yes!

THE MAN

Will we see you at the polo matches

Wednesday?

EDWARD

Wouldn’t miss it.

(abruptly; to Vance)

I want this done fast and easy. No slip-ups. I want to be back in New

York by Saturday. Got it?

He deftly keeps making his way through the crowd.

INT. HOUSE – THE DOWNSTAIRS HALL – NIGHT

Stuckey is sipping champagne and talking to a beautiful WOMAN in a tight sheath of an evening dress. An elegant woman

ELIZABETH STUCKEY

approaches from behind him.

She taps him on the shoulder and he turns, startled.

ELIZABETH

Bill?

STUCKEY

(flustered)

Oh… Hi, honey… Millicent, uh, uh, Millicent.

MILLICENT

Lowell.

STUCKEY

Lowell, right. My wife, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH

(ignoring her)

Is Edward leaving?

Stuckey looks up to see Edward moving quickly toward the door.

Stuckey abruptly leaves the two woman together to follow Edward.

EXT. THE HOUSE – NIGHT

Edward comes out of the house. Jags, a limo with waiting DRIVER and two BMW’s pack the circular driveway behind a black Ferrari.

The limo driver leaps to attention at the sight of Edward.

Edward stands, making an obvious effort to keep his impatience under control. Stuckey comes out of the house and down the walk.

STUCKEY

What’s up, where you going?

EDWARD

Give me your car keys, will you, I’m going back to my hotel.

STUCKEY

At least stay for a drink. This party’s for you.

EDWARD

Apologize to Elizabeth for me.

Stuckey gropes uncertainly in his pocket for keys.

STUCKEY

Listen, there’re some major local talent inside just dying to meet you…

EDWARD

(as if delighted)

Really? Some high class gold digger who speaks French better than I do?

(turning away)

No, thank you. I just got off the phone with one.

STUCKEY

Cynthia’s not coming?

EDWARD

No.

Edward grabs the keys out of Stuckey’s hand. He crosses to a black Ferrari and gets in.

STUCKEY

Let your driver take you. We’ll move the cars…

Edward starts the car.

STUCKEY

Can you drive a stick?

The car lurches forward with a squeal of wheels and promptly stalls.

STUCKEY

Edward, give me a break!

With a squeal of tires, the Ferrari bucks out of the driveway and… stalls again.

EDWARD

Love this car! Is it new?

STUCKEY

Yes! And you don’t even know where you’re going!

Edward starts it again and heads uncertainly uphill. Stuckey watching, throws up his hands.

STUCKEY

That’s the wrong way!

CREDITS BEGIN AS IN A SERIES OF CROSSCUTS:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS – NIGHT

The Ferrari, moving fast through the Hollywood Hills, passes large, beautiful homes… Edward shifts, grinding gears…

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS – NIGHT

The Ferrari comes to a red light and pulls up next to a Dodge Colt. The GIRL in the Colt looks at Edward and his car admiringly. Edward feeling confident now, revs the engine. The light turns green. Edward immediately stalls the Ferrari.

The Colt leaves him in the dust.

INT. FERRARI – NIGHT

Edward drives. He blinks, shakes his head as if trying to rid himself of his own tired thoughts.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS – NIGHT

The Ferrari comes to the intersection of OUTPOST and FRANKLIN, stops. Edward gets out of the car. He looks at the street signs. He has no idea where he is. He signs. He gets back in the car and takes off on Franklin heading East.

EXT. A SIDE STREET IN HOLLYWOOD – NIGHT

A crumbling old apartment building. Dark alley ways, deserted parking lot. The Ferrari — blink and you miss it — motors past the building, looking very out of place on the street. PANNING UP A building facade of lit windows and metal fire escape. One window in particular. A GIRL stands there in a short kimono, looking down. And then she turns away.

INT. VIVIAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

A SERIES OF SHOTS to see her dressing.

INT. VIVIAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

VIVIAN turns and stares at herself in a grainy, cracked bedroom mirror. She is twenty years old and a prostitute. Make-up applied to give her a hard, older look doesn’t quite succeed.

She’d be innocently beautiful without it. She is wearing tiny shorts, a tight tube top, thigh high boots. She stares at herself, not really liking what she sees. A moment. She signs, turns off the light and walks out of the bedroom.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY – NIGHT

Faded, peeling walls. Thread bare, dirty carpet. Vivian locks the apartment door behind her and starts down the dim hallway. A door suddenly opens, startling her. An unshaved, enormously pot bellied MAN in a stained t-shirt stares at Vivian with pig eyes.

LANDLORD

Vivian.

Vivian turns some “tough” on him.

VIVIAN

Yeah, what?

LANDLORD

Rent. You’re late.

VIVIAN

Don’t give me that. Kit gave it to you yesterday, cash.

LANDLORD

Kit give me nothin’.

VIVIAN

(suddenly uncertain)

You bullshittin’ me?

LANDLORD

Of rent I do not bullshit.

Vivian hurries at a run back down the hallway.

LANDLORD

By the end of the week or you’re otta here.

(a beat)

By the way, you look very nice tonight!

INT. VIVIAN’S APARTMENT – KITCHEN

Vivian pulls a coffee can off a shelf. She pulls off the top.

It’s empty. She tosses the can away, starts for the door. She opens it.

INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY – NIGHT

Down the hallway, the landlord is standing in front of his open doorway, talking to a FAT WOMAN. They both glance up. Vivian quickly closes the door. She doesn’t want to deal with them.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING – NIGHT

Vivian comes off the fire escape onto the sidewalk. She hurried away.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. – NIGHT

Vivian walks along, urgently looking for something… someone.

A BABBLING STREET-TYPE goes by happily talking to himself. He wears an “I Love Hollywood” t-shirt. Vivian passes TOURISTS but doesn’t notice them any more than she pays attention to the VAGRANT she passes further on, huddle in a doorway. A LONG-HAIRED KID on a SKATEBOARD goes by dropping off little bags to various STREET-TYPES. A BARKER-TYPE stands in front of a photo store urging tourists to come in and take a photo with a cardboard cut-out of a movie star. Some go in. Vivian hurries past a group of rubbernecking JAPANESE TOURISTS. A BLACK PROSTITUTE in a mini skirt strolls toward her. A car passes.

The DRIVER stares at Vivian with interest. She ignores him.

The black prostitute approaches the car.

PROSTITUTE

Hey, baby, you lookin’ for a date?

The Driver looks her over. The Black Prostitute gets in the car and it drives away. A GROUP OF MEN, mostly drug dealers, hang out at an all night coffee shop. They WHISTLE and make obscene gestures and SOUNDS as Vivian hurries by. She ignores them and goes next door into a falafel stand. Half a dozen PEOPLE sit at dirty tables inside.

INT. FALAFEL STAND – NIGHT

Behind the counter are a MAN and a WOMAN, Vietnamese cooks frying food, trying to ignore the unsavory crowd camped in the shop.

VIVIAN

Chan, you seen Kit tonight?

COOK 1

Hi, hi! No see nothing.

VIVIAN

You do, tell her I’m looking for her.

COOK 2

Looking good, bay-bee.

VIVIAN

Yeah, you too, D’Nai. If Kit comes in here, tell her stay. Both of them nod and smile at Vivian. Vivian exits.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. – NIGHT

Skateboard zips by a GROUP. We SEE a police car parked at the entrance to an alcove. Also, an ambulance. The bubblegum lights are going. A CROWD has gathered. The happy man with the “I Love Hollywood” t-shirt and a POLICE OFFICER are engaged in tense conversation.

COP

They just pulled her out of a dumpster in the back. Now talk to me.

MAN

I tell you, man, I don’t know who she hang with.

COP

She have a pimp?

MAN

Cocaine her pimp, man. She a strawberry. She be out on these streets, day in, day out, tradin’ her sorry ass for crack. And now she dead from it.

Vivian rushes up to join the outskirts of the crowd as the body of a YOUNG GIRL is pulled out of an open dumpster and carried towards the waiting ambulance. For a moment Vivian thinks it’s… no, Vivian turns grimly away. Vivian surveys the dark street. And suddenly sees who’s she’s looking for. Walks.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. – WIG SHOP – NIGHT

We SEE a young, tough-looking MAN and WOMAN trying on wigs. The STOREKEEPER is a man wearing a dress and wild wig. The girl, KIT, is around 18, is dark haired and thin. The young man, CARLOS, has his arm sloppily draped across Kit’s shoulder. They giggle about something, both obviously high. Kit looks up, bleary-eyed. She stops. Vivian is standing in front of her.

VIVIAN

You spent it on drugs, didn’t you?

KIT

Hi, Viv. Carlos, you know my roommate, Viv.

CARLOS

Lookin’ good, baby.

VIVIAN

(ignoring him)

Did you blow it all, Kit? Is it all gone?

KIT

Carlos had some great rock.

VIVIAN

I bet.

(beat)

That was our rent!

Carlos attempts to put an arm around Vivian’s shoulders.

CARLOS

Calm down, Chica. Vivian throws him off.

CARLOS

Ey! What is it you wan’, baby? I can fix you up.

VIVIAN

Beat it, scum bucket!

CARLOS

You kiss your mother with that mouth?

Your frien’ still owes me 200.

VIVIAN

(to Kit)

Let’s go.

Skateboard appears suddenly, blocking Vivian and Kit’s path.

VIVIAN

Get out of my face or I’ll have those cops on your ass in two seconds.

Carlos glares at her. He looks down toward the lights of the cop cars. One of the POLICEMEN looks towards them, curiously.

Vivian waves at the cop.

CARLOS

(threatening to Vivian)

Don’t take no dates tonight, chica, you got one with me.

Vivian grabs Kit by the arm and pulls her across the Boulevard.

INT. FALAFEL STAND – NIGHT

Vivian and Kit sit at a table sipping tea. Vivian is still mad at her.

VIVIAN

We worked for that money. We were gonna put together enough to get out of that dump we live in, get off this street.

KIT

Viv… don’t be stupid. We’re whores.

Vivian looks like she wants to weep. Or scream. She does neither. She slowly nods. Kit’s sorry she said that.

KIT (CONT’D)

So I blew our stash. We could make it all back with one good night on the streets.

VIVIAN

I just saw somebody pulled out of a dumpster. I wonder how much she made tonight?

KIT

Don’t be mad at me. I’ll pay you back. I promise.

VIVIAN

I thought you were giving up that drug shit.

KIT

I will. I’m trying.

(a beat)

Meanwhile I got some crack left, you wanna get high?

VIVIAN

No, let’s go to work. Okay?

KIT

Okay.

(then touches her hand)

I’m sorry I said your dream was stupid.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. – NIGHT

Edward’s Ferrari turns onto Hollywood Blvd., finally out of the

Hollywood Hills.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. – NIGHT

Vivian and Kit are out trying to hustle John’s in passing cars.

Vivian strikes a sexy pose at the bus stop. Kit is talking to another prostitute, RACHEL.

KIT

No no, honey. You see these stars on the sidewalk. Me and Vivian work from Don Ameche all the way up to Roy Rogers. This is our office. We got
seniority. Get off our corner.

RACHEL

I was just taking a rest here.

(points to Vivian)

Besides, she’s new.

KIT

But I’m old. Go rest up by Monty Hall or Debra Paget where you belong.

Rachel walks off.

VIVIAN

(looks at passing cars)

Looks slow tonight.

KIT

Maybe we should get a pimp. Carlos likes you and —

VIVIAN

Forget it. We work for it. We keep it.

They keep hustling.

KIT

I can’t handle this tonight. I’m going home.

VIVIAN

(stares at her)

That crack is burning a hole in your pocket. There isn’t even milk in the fridge. The rent’s due. Now come on.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. – ANGLE ON FERRARI – NIGHT

KIT (O.S.)

(suddenly)

Hey, hey — There’s a rent.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. – BACK TO SCENE – NIGHT

VIVIAN

He’s not gonna want us.

The Ferrari goes by and stops.

EDWARD

(calls out to Vivian)

Excuse me.

KIT

(excited)

Don’t take less than a hundred. You look hot tonight. And remember, don’t mouth off. They don’t like that.

VIVIAN

Okay. Go home. But take it easy on that shit.

Kit gives Vivian a quick hug.

KIT

You’re the greatest. I’ll wait up for you.

And then Kit is off, moving quickly away. Vivian turns. She stares at the Ferrari, loathing it and all it represents. And then it’s as if Vivian turns a switch. She fluffs her mane of hair, throws her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out and sashays towards the car, a sexy, friendly smile on her face.

In the driver’s seat of the Ferrari, Edward is looking furious and distracted. Vivian leans over the passenger window.

VIVIAN

Hey Sugar, you lookin’ for a date?

EDWARD

What’s that?

VIVIAN

You looking’ for some company?

EDWARD

Uh, no. How do I get to Beverly

Hills?

VIVIAN

What?

(dropping the come on)

You gonna tell me you’re lost?

EDWARD

Yes.

VIVIAN

Great. What do I look like a

tourguide?

Edward takes a good look at her.

EDWARD

(a beat)

No, you look like a hooker.

VIVIAN

Actually, I’m a movie star out for a walk.

EDWARD

Good. Can you tell me how to get to

Beverly Hills?

VIVIAN

Sure. For five bucks.

EDWARD

That’s ridiculous.

VIVIAN

The price just went up to ten.

EDWARD

Why don’t you just do it out of the kindness of your heart?

VIVIAN

(sweetly)

Sit… and spin.

EDWARD

Sit-and-spin.

(amused)

Alright… why not?

He pulls out his money clip. Vivian suddenly freezes. On the sidewalk up ahead, Carlos and Skateboard. Carlos flashes an evil, menacing grin. He motions to Skateboard, they start forward.

EDWARD

(holding up a bill)

You have change for a twenty.

Vivian pulls open the door of the car and jumps in.

VIVIAN

For twenty, Ill show you personal.

Drive.

Edward stares at her. She smiles sweetly.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

Make a “U-ee”. Beverly Hills is the other way.

The Ferrari pulls away, passing Carlos on the sidewalk.

INT. FERRARI – MOVING – NIGHT

VIVIAN

Nice car. Yours?

EDWARD

(as he grinds the gears; wincing)

No.

VIVIAN

Stolen?

EDWARD

Not exactly.

He smiles. Vivian smiles back.

VIVIAN

Mind if I turn on some heat?

EDWARD

If you can figure it out, be my guest.

Vivian reaches out, turns on the heat.

EDWARD

Very good. You’re obviously mechanical.

VIVIAN

(laughs)

You’re not from L.A., huh?

EDWARD

New York.

VIVIAN

What motel you staying at?

EDWARD

Hotel.

VIVIAN

Okay, what hotel?

EDWARD

Regent Beverly Wilshire. I bet you know it.

VIVIAN

(annoyed at his tone)

Yeah, I peed in the fountain there once. Give me a break.

Edward glances over, amused. It hits him that she really is an attractive girl.

EDWARD

What’s your name?

VIVIAN

What do you want it to be?

(a beat)

Vivian, my name’s Vivian.

EDWARD

You like being a hooker, Vivian?

VIVIAN

It pays.

EDWARD

So do day jobs.

VIVIAN

(sarcastic)

Day jobs, yeah. I’ve tried them.

(a beat)

Turn right.

EXT. SANTA MONICA BLVD. – NIGHT

The Ferrari glides along a seedy, West Hollywood section of

Santa Monica.

INT. FERRARI – MOVING – NIGHT

EDWARD

Must be dangerous. Hooking.

VIVIAN

Tell me about it. L.A. is suffering from a wacko epidemic. And who knows where half the guys I pick up have been. I mean, I use condoms.

Always. And I get checked out once a month at the free clinic. Not only am I better in the sack than an amateur, I’m probably safer.

EDWARD

Very good. You ought to have that printed up on your business card.

VIVIAN

(a moment)

If you’re making fun of me, I don’t like it.

EDWARD

Sorry. If I did, I didn’t mean to.

Vivian unconsciously bites her fingernails.

EDWARD

Ugly habit, biting your nails.

VIVIAN

You don’t know habits, you think this is ugly.

But she puts her hands in her lap. She looks out the window.

She’s safe from Carlos.

VIVIAN

Okay, pull over. Let me out. I’ve got to get back to work.

Edward pulls the Ferrari to the curb and stops.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

Stay on this street and you’ll hit

Beverly Hills.

EDWARD

What do you charge for company,

Vivian?

VIVIAN

Company would cost you… a hundred dollars.

EDWARD

For the whole night?

VIVIAN

For an hour.

EDWARD

You’re joking.

VIVIAN

I never joke about money.

EDWARD

Neither do I.

(a moment; amused)

A hundred bucks an hour though.

That’s pretty stiff.

She reaches across the seat. Her hand goes in his lap.

VIVIAN

No, but it’s getting there.

EDWARD

Vivian, how much to put up with me for the entire night?

VIVIAN

You couldn’t afford it.

Vivian starts to get out of the car.

EDWARD

Try me.

A moment. Vivian’s sexy smile comes on.

VIVIAN

Three hundred.

EDWARD

Fine.

VIVIAN

What’s your name, lover.

EDWARD

Edward. My name is Edward.

VIVIAN

Edward… you got it!

Edward gets out of the car. Vivian looks at him confused.

EDWARD

Get in. This side.

VIVIAN

What?

EDWARD

You know how to drive a stick?

Vivian moves around the car.

VIVIAN

Better believe it.

EDWARD

Then let’s go. It’s worth 300 just so I don’t have to drive. They get in the car.

INT. FERRARI – NIGHT

She starts the car, revs it.

VIVIAN

Here we go, Edward.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. – NIGHT

The Ferrari peels out, fishtails madly and SCREAMS up the street.

EXT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE HOTEL – NIGHT

Thousands of tiny white lights sparkle along the walls of the Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Bright flags are illuminated by carefully placed spotlights. The Ferrari SCREAMS into the driveway and comes to a jarring stop by the front door.

INT. FERRARI – NIGHT

Edward takes a moment to get his breath. He gestures toward the back.

EDWARD

My raincoat’s in the back. Put it on.

VIVIAN

Why?

EDWARD

You may feel more comfortable. This is not the kind of place that rents rooms by the hour.

VIVIAN

You mean they don’t have hookers.

EDWARD

Every place has hookers, but if this hotel has hookers, they don’t look like they’re…

VIVIAN

Off the boulevard.

EDWARD

Exactly.

INT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE HOTEL LOBBY – NIGHT

As they walk in, Vivian is tying the trenchcoat.

VIVIAN

Great. Now I took like a hooker in a trenchcoat.

She looks up. She stops in her tracks. The lobby is bright and spacious, filled with thick carved wood paneling. Even at this hour there is a great deal of activity. MEN in business suits and WOMEN in furs and jewels are passing by. Vivian’s face quickly conceals the sudden awe she feels at the sight of all this luxury. Vivian matter of factly reaches out and takes

Edward’s arm.

VIVIAN

So let’s go.

Edward guides them across the lobby. They reach the elevators and go inside.

INT. HOTEL – ELEVATOR – NIGHT

The young ELEVATOR OPERATOR is dressed in a clean red uniform that seems just a bit too tight. As the elevator doors close he nods toward Edward.

OPERATOR

Evening, sir.

EDWARD

Good evening. Penthouse.

VIVIAN

Penthouse. My, my.

She sees the operator glancing at her.

VIVIAN

The penthouse. And step on it.

INT. HOTEL – HALLWAY – NIGHT

Edward and Vivian come out of the elevator into a hallway leading to a single doorway with two heavy wood doors. Edward pulls out his key and unlocks the doors. With a gentle push the door slide open in unison. Edward gestures to Vivian to go inside.

She does. Edward closes the doors behind her.

INT. HOTEL – PENTHOUSE – NIGHT

As Vivian steps into the room she has the sensation of falling off the top of the building. In front of her is a sunken living room with massive windows revealing the sparkling lights of the city below. For the first time, she is speechless. Edward closes the door and walks past her down the steps to the living room. Edward picks up a phone. Vivian checks out the room.

EDWARD

(into the phone)

Room service.

(to Vivian)

What do you drink?

VIVIAN

Diet coke.

EDWARD

(into the phone)

Send up a bottle of Crystal champagne.

VIVIAN

Can I have some chips?

EDWARD

(into the phone)

— and a bowl of strawberries. Thank you.

Vivian makes her way down the steps to the living room. She stares at the view.

EDWARD

(to Vivian)

Impressed?

Vivian is impressed but she’s not going to admit it.

VIVIAN

You kidding? I come here all the

time. As a matter of fact they do

rent this room by the hour.

Edward smiles. He sits down in a comfortable chair and leans

back. Vivian looks at him.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

Well, now that you have me for the

night, what are you going to do with

me?

EDWARD

Want to know something? I don’t

quite know. I hadn’t planned this.

VIVIAN

Do you plan everything?

EDWARD

(a small smile)

Always.

VIVIAN

Well, the meter’s running, it’s your

money. Speaking of which, cash’ll

do. In advance.

EDWARD

Fair enough.

He rises. Takes out his wallet. Standing over her, he drops

THREE crisp, new hundred dollar bills in Vivian’s lap. She

picks up the bills, stares at them, trying not to be impressed.

She puts the money in her jacket. She realizes Edward is

standing over her as if waiting. She leans forward, reaches out

to unzip his pants. He abruptly turns away.

EDWARD

Let’s talk some more first.

VIVIAN

Right.

(brightly)

So! In town on business?

EDWARD

(taking off his jacket)

Uh-huh.

VIVIAN

Let me guess, you’re a… lawyer.

EDWARD

(loosening his tie)

And why do you say that?

VIVIAN

(a small smile)

I dunno… you have that sharp,

useless look.

Edward almost smiles. He sits across from her again.

EDWARD

Sounds like you’ve known a lot of

lawyers.

VIVIAN

I’ve known a lot of everybody.

A chime goes off to indicate there’s someone at the door.

EDWARD

Champagne.

He starts to sit up. Vivian motions for him to stay put.

VIVIAN

Hey. I might as well make myself

useful.

Edward sits back down. Vivian waltzes up the steps and opens

the front door. A WAITER comes into the room with a silver cart;

on it is a bucket of champagne and a covered bowl.

WAITER

Where would you like it?

VIVIAN

Where would we like it?

EDWARD

Where would we like it? Here’ll be

fine.

The Waiter carries it down the steps and sets it in the middle

of the living room. He turns and heads back up the stairs and

pauses near Vivian, staring. Vivian stares back at him.

VIVIAN

What are you looking at?

The Waiter glances away uncomfortably and exits. Vivian closes

the door behind him. Vivian marches back down the stairs.

EDWARD

I think he wanted you to tip him.

VIVIAN

Tsk. Excuse me, I didn’t think he

had change for a hundred.

Edward crosses to the silver stand. Vivian watches with

interest as he twirls the champagne bottle in the ice bucket.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

You have a wife? Girlfriend?

EDWARD

I have both.

Edward lifts the bottle out. He deftly pops the cork on the

bottle without losing a drop of champagne.

VIVIAN

Where are they? Shopping together?

EDWARD

They should be. They’re both good at

it.

Edward pours the champagne into a single long stemmed glass and

hands one to Vivian.

EDWARD (CONT’D)

My ex-wife lives in London in what

used to be my home. My girlfriend is

in New York moving out of my apartment

even as we speak. Cheers.

He drinks, nods approvingly.

EDWARD

It’s a very good year.

VIVIAN

Oooh, thank god.

Edward laughs softly. She sips it. To her surprise, really

likes it. Edward lifts a lid on a silver bowl to reveal a dozen

enormous strawberries.

EDWARD

Try a strawberry.

VIVIAN

Why?

EDWARD

Because they bring out the flavor of

the champagne.

VIVIAN

Jesus, you act like you’re seducing

some Valley girl you picked up in a

dance club.

EDWARD

Vivian… the meter’s running…

cooperate.

A moment. She slowly eats a strawberry. The juice of it stains

her lips. Her eyes are like smoke as she takes a sensuous sip

of champagne, licks away the stain of the strawberry. His eyes

haven’t left her.

EDWARD

(softly)

You really are a very beautiful girl.

VIVIAN

(husky-voiced)

Just a romantic, that’s you.

EDWARD

Yes…

Her mouth is so wet and inviting… he leans closer…

VIVIAN

Me too.

He’s about to kiss her…

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

Not on the lips.

He freezes. She pulls his head down to her breast.

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INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – NIGHT

Edward and Vivian on the bed. He is on his back, his shoulder

and head resting against the headboard. She is astride him,

hands resting on his chest, rocking… in control, confident…

very much liking the fire she’s kindled in his eyes.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – CLOSE ANGLE ON THEIR FACES – NIGHT

EDWARD

(touching her breasts)

What do you like?

VIVIAN

If I want you to turn me on I’ll pay

you three hundred. Just lay back and

let me drive.

Smiling, Vivian reaches behind her, touching him. He tries not

to groan. She’s moving faster now. Edward suddenly pulls her

violently to him, he rolls her over…

INT. PENTHOUSE BATHROOM – SHOWER – NIGHT

A heavy spray of water comes down upon Edward. He stands there

quietly letting it wash over him. He turns off the shower,

steps out of the stall, picks up a towel and dries himself.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – NIGHT

Edward stares. His expensive clothes are on the floor,

haphazardly dropped everywhere. Vivian’s clothes, as tattered

as they are, are neatly folded and piled on a chair. The

incongruity of it touches Edward in a sad way. He looks toward

the bed. Vivian is fast asleep. Her heavy makeup has long

since been rubbed off. Asleep, her wary, smart-ass attitude

is gone. She looks like a sweet, gentle girl. He stares at her

a moment longer. He turns, goes into the living room. Vivian

opens her eyes. Through the open door she sees Edward sitting

in a living room chair. He is reading contracts.

EXT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE HOTEL – MORNING

The sun is coming up as HOTEL EMPLOYEE hoses down the sidewalk

in front of the hotel.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – MORNING

A WOMAN EMPLOYEE is vacuuming the lobby. She sees something

and pauses. She pulls a dead leaf from one of the potted plants.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY – MORNING

The elevator doors open and A WAITER rolls a cart out into the

hallway. He takes it to the doors of the penthouse. He rings

the bell.

EDWARD (O.S.)

It’s open.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM – MORNING

The Waiter wheels in a table of food, coffee, champagne and

orange juice. Edward dressed in suit pants, white shirt and

suspenders, stands in the living room talking into a cordless

phone. Edward points the Waiter to the dining table.

EDWARD

(into the phone)

Sorry. Go ahead.

INT. STUCKEY’S HOUSE – MORNING – INTERCUT

William Stuckey is behind his desk.

STUCKEY

Kross knows we’re after his company.

He wants to talk with you. I don’t

think you should.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM – MORNING

The Waiter returns. Edward signs the bill. The Waiter exits.

EDWARD

I want to.

STUCKEY

Edward, if the three of us sit down

together we might as well announce

our plans in the Wall Street Journal.

EDWARD

I’ll see him alone. Everyone knows

you’re my muscle. We’ll make it

social. Tell Kross I’ll meet him for

dinner. Tonight if you can arrange

it.

STUCKEY

You shouldn’t go alone. He might

claim that you tried to black mail

him.

EDWARD

Bill, we’re businessmen, not the damn

mafia. I’ll see you in the office.

By the way, about your car…

STUCKEY

Oh, god, what?

EDWARD

(smiling)

I’ll bring it back.

Edward hangs up. He pours a glass of orange juice and takes

a sip, thinking. Something makes him turn. Vivian, wearing

a monogrammed hotel terry robe, is standing uncertainly in the

bedroom doorway.

EDWARD

Good morning.

VIVIAN

You didn’t wake me. I’ll be out of

here in a minute.

EDWARD

No hurry. Would you like some

breakfast?

She’s hungry and the breakfast looks great.

VIVIAN

Only if you do.

Edward sits. Waits. Vivian sits across from him. Edward

serves them breakfast.

EDWARD

Did you sleep well?

VIVIAN

Yeah. Too good. I forgot where I

was.

EDWARD

Occupational hazard? She looks at him

sharply, sees that he means no

offense, relaxes.

VIVIAN

Where’d you go?

EDWARD

I took the couch. I had some work to

do.

(hesitating)

About last night…

VIVIAN

Oooh, Baby, you were the best. I was

beside myself.

EDWARD

Mmm, I could tell.

VIVIAN

I just hope it was worth three hundred

bucks.

EDWARD

I’d say you give a good dollar value.

They share a small smile. They eat.

EDWARD

Do you ever… enjoy it?

VIVIAN

I like guys if that’s what you’re

asking. Not that I trust’m.

EDWARD

No? Why’s that?

VIVIAN

“Occupational hazard”. A moment.

Edward chuckles. Vivian grins.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

what do you do anyway?

EDWARD

I buy companies.

VIVIAN

No shit. They expensive? He almost

smiles. She almost smiles back.

EDWARD

The one I’m buying this week will cost

around 150 million.

VIVIAN

… dollars?

He nods. This time Vivian is impressed.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

You are major league, baby. Your

mother must be very proud. Edward is

oddly pleased at her reaction.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – DAY

The closet door is open. Edward reaches for a tie. In the

closet are about a dozen expensive looking suits, shirts, shoes,

etc. She follows him in.

VIVIAN

So what a ya do with the companies

once you buy’m?

EDWARD

(fumbling with the tie)

I sell them.

VIVIAN

What? Why?

She undoes his knot and starts over.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

At ease, let me do that. Part of the

all night services.

EDWARD

By breaking up a company’s assets

VIVIAN

What are assets?

EDWARD

Vivian —

VIVIAN

C’mon, I might buy a company some day.

EDWARD

Assets are anything of value a

company owns. Sometimes the pieces

are worth more than the whole. By

selling them off, I make a profit.

VIVIAN

Sorta like stealing cars and

selling’m for parts, huh?

EDWARD

Not… quite.

VIVIAN

There, see? Now the emblem is right

in the middle of the knot.

EDWARD

Where’d you learn to do this?

VIVIAN

(sarcastic)

I fucked the debate team in high

school. Tsk. I had a grampa. He

liked ties on Sundays. You mind if

I take a swim in your bathtub before

I hit it?

EDWARD

Don’t drown.

Vivian turns and heads toward the bathroom. He follows her into

the bathroom.

INT. PENTHOUSE BATHROOM – DAY

Vivian turns on the water in the tub. It fills the tub in a

torrential rush.

VIVIAN

You could hold a pep rally in here!

The phone on the marbled bathroom wall suddenly rings. Edward

reaches for it.

EDWARD

(into the phone)

Yes.

INT. STUCKEY’S HOUSE – INTERCUT

Stuckey is walking around his desk.

STUCKEY

Edward, it’s me. Kross is all set

for tonight.

INT. PENTHOUSE BATHROOM – DAY

Vivian stares curiously at the bidet.

STUCKEY

Listen, I gotta say this again, I

don’t like you going alone. She turns

it on. The water hits her in the

face.

EDWARD

(stifling a chuckle)

I’m a big boy.

There are lotions and shampoos and bubblebaths on the edge of

the tub. Vivian regards them like a kid in a candy shop.

STUCKEY

Let me at least get you a date. Keep

it social.

Edward watches as Vivian smells some bubble bath. She smiles.

Her eyes ask Edward if it’s okay to…? He nods.

STUCKEY

Edward, did you hear me?

EDWARD

I’m here.

STUCKEY

I know a lot of nice girls.

Vivian pours the bubblebath into the swirling water. There’s

something about the look on her face… the way she bites her

lower lip… curious, sensual…

EDWARD

I have one.

Edward hangs up the phone as Vivian curiously turns on the

television. The sound blares. She fumbles to turn it down.

Edward reaches over and turns it off.

EDWARD

All right. How much for the week?

VIVIAN

What?

EDWARD

I’m in town until Saturday. She look

at him like he isn’t speaking

English.

EDWARD

Do-you-want-to-stay-here-

for-the-week?

It takes Vivian a moment to respond.

VIVIAN

It’d cost you.

EDWARD

Of course. How much?

VIVIAN

Five full nights… days too?

Edward nods. Vivian hesitates… it’s got to be enough to

really change things… She shoots for the moon again.

VIVIAN

Four thousand.

EDWARD

Vivian, may I point out five more

nights at three hundred a night is

only 1,500.

VIVIAN

But you want days too.

EDWARD

All right, two thousand.

VIVIAN

Three.

EDWARD

Done.

VIVIAN

Holy shit.

And then, quickly getting herself back together, she flips on

the sexy smile.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

Sugar, you got it. I will treat you

like a prince. Anything, anyway you

want.

EDWARD

I’m not just talking about sex.

VIVIAN

Look butthead, I’ll treat you so nice

you’ll never want to let me go, okay?

EDWARD

Three thousand for five days. And

Vivian, I will let you go.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – MORNING

Edward comes out into the bedroom. Vivian quickly follows.

They move through the bedroom into the living room.

EDWARD

I’ll be out most of the day.

He reaches into his pocket for a money clip. He peels off bills.

He hands the cash to Vivian.

EDWARD

I want you to go out and buy some

decent clothes. Vivian’s eyes go wide

at the amount of money.

EDWARD

Nothing too flashy, not too sexy.

Conservative. Understand?

INT. PENTHOUSE ENTRANCE WAY – DAY

They’re at the front door.

VIVIAN

Yeah, you want me to dress like your

high class girlfriend. You’re

wasting your money though. All I’m

gonna do is hang around the hotel.

As a matter of fact, I may never get

out of that bathtub.

Edward opens the door, he starts to exit. He turns back.

EDWARD

Think again. I’m taking you out to

an important dinner with me tonight.

The door closes in her face.

INT. OUTSIDE THE PENTHOUSE DOOR – DAY

VIVIAN (O.S.)

(from inside)

What? Are you crazy? Edward smiles

to himself.

EDWARD

Probably.

INT. PENTHOUSE BATHROOM – DAY

Vivian is stretched out in the hot bubble bath. The TV is on.

She clicks the remote control in her hand.

VIVIAN

Three thousand…

She lies back into the soapy water and disappears. She suddenly

pops back up, laughing.

VIVIAN

Three thousand!

A thought occurs to her. She reaches for the cordless phone.

She dials. She waits. She is about to disconnect when the

phone is answered.

KIT (O.S.)

‘Lo.

VIVIAN

Kit! Where’ve you been?

KIT (O.S.)

I was asleep. You woke me. You

okay?

VIVIAN

Kit, listen, the guy last night, the

one in the Ferrari, I’m at this hotel,

the Regent Beverly Wilshire, it’s

this absolutely unbelievable place

and he’s hired me for a whole week and

Kit, listen, he’s paying me three

thousand bucks! We can get out of

the apartment. We can get out of

this town. We can do anything!

(silence)

Kit? Hey, you there?

KIT (O.S.)

Why’d he want you?

That hurts. Perhaps because Vivian’s been wondering the same

thing.

VIVIAN

He… he just does.

KIT (O.S.)

I’m sorry, Viv’. Carlos has been on

my back.

(a beat)

Did you get the money up front like

I taught ya’?

VIVIAN

Three hundred for last night and he

gave me extra to buy some clothes.

Now listen, I’m gonna leave an

envelope for you at the front desk.

Give me two hundred to the scum bucket and the other hundred

to that asshole landlord for part of the rent. Spend it on drugs

and I’ll pull your hair out.

KIT

I’m getting dressed now. I’ll be

over. Bye.

VIVIAN

Hey Kit, where do I go for the

clothes? Good stuff on him.

KIT (O.S.)

(brightening)

In Beverly Hills?

VIVIAN

Yeah.

KIT (O.S.)

Baby! Rodeo Drive.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – DAY

Vivian comes out of the elevator and crosses the lobby. She

is back in her hooker clothes. She leaves an envelope at the

front desk. MR. THOMAS, the prim, middle-aged hotel manager,

steps out from his office. He stares in surprise and

displeasure as he sees Vivian exit out the front door. Vivian

doesn’t notice the odd stares she gets from two well-dressed

MIDDLE-AGED WOMEN who are just entering.

EXT. RODEO DRIVE – DAY

Vivian is looking wide-eyed and delighted and yes, more than

a bit overwhelmed. She passes store windows… and MORE STORE

WINDOWS… and still MORE STORE WINDOWS. Each display is more

beautiful and expensive than the one before. Vivian is also

aware that she is getting odd looks. From PASSERBY’S. Two

beautiful dressed GIRLS her own age look at her, turn away and

giggle. The uniformed GUARDS that stand at attention in front

of many of the stores, stare at her suspiciously. Feeling more

and more uncomfortable, Vivian comes to a posh woman’s boutique.

She hesitates for a moment. She enters.

INT. BOUTIQUE – DAY

Vivian is no sooner in the door than she is subject to the

disapproving stare of a SALESWOMAN standing behind the counter.

SALESWOMAN

(cooly)

May I help you?

VIVIAN

I’m just looking, thanks. Vivian

tiptoes through the shop as if it was

filled with

delicate glass objects. She cautiously examines a dress. The

Saleswoman quickly comes around the counter and approaches her.

SALESWOMAN

Are you looking for something in

particular?

VIVIAN

Yes. Something… conservative.

SALESWOMAN

Yes…

Vivian eyes the Saleswoman, puzzled at her tone. She examines

a dress.

VIVIAN

You have beautiful things.

(no reply)

How much is this?

SALESWOMAN

I don’t think it would fit you.

VIVIAN

(beginning to get the

drift)

I didn’t ask if it would fit. I asked

how much it was.

SALESWOMAN

It’s very expensive. Vivian’s body

tenses as she stares at the

Saleswoman.

VIVIAN

What is with you?

SALESWOMAN

(unblinking)

Excuse me?

VIVIAN

I’m going to spend money.

SALESWOMAN

I don’t think we have anything for you

here. You’re obviously in the wrong

place.

Vivian is speechless. She turns and stomps toward the door.

She stops and spins around staring at the Saleswoman. Vivian

flips her off. She throws the door open and storms outside.

The Saleswoman calmly strolls back to her counter and returns

to her place.

EXT. RODEO DRIVE – DAY

Vivian comes out onto the street and stands, lost. She takes

a deep breath, trying to control herself. Two WOMEN, in elegant

designer outfits, stroll by, eyeing Vivian as if she were a

freak. Vivian suddenly feels naked. She turns and hurries

away.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – DAY

Vivian enters the lobby, upset, nervous and paranoid. She

feels an emptiness in her stomach at the sight of all the luxury

around her. She hurries toward the elevators. At the front

desk, Mr. Thomas, once again spots her. He crosses the lobby

and deftly cuts her off from the elevator.

MR. THOMAS

May I help you Miss? Vivian stops,

practically shaking with terror.

VIVIAN

I’m just going to my room.

MR. THOMAS

You’re a guest here?

VIVIAN

I’m — I’m with a friend.

MR. THOMAS

And who is that?

VIVIAN

I… Edward…

Vivian’s face is filled with confusion. She doesn’t know his

name. The elevator doors open behind them. She spots the

Operator.

VIVIAN

(blurting it out)

He knows me.

Mr. Thomas turns and eyes the Operator curiously. The Operator

looks back at them innocently. With a smooth gesture Mr. Thomas

waves the Operator over.

MR. THOMAS

Do you know this young lady? The

Operator nods.

OPERATOR

She’s with Mr. Harris.

MR. THOMAS

(surprised)

Mr. Harris?

OPERATOR

She apparently joined him last night.

Mr. Thomas waves the Operator away.

MR. THOMAS

Why don’t you come with me. We’ll

chat for just a moment.

He takes Vivian gently but firmly by the arm and leads her off.

INT. HOTEL OFFICE – DAY

In a richly furnished office, Mr. Thomas places Vivian in a

comfortable chair and then leans against the edge of his desk.

MR. THOMAS

What’s your name?

VIVIAN

Vivian.

MR. THOMAS

Miss Vivian… things that go on in

other hotels don’t happen at the

Regent Beverly Wilshire. Vivian says

nothing.

MR. THOMAS (CONT’D)

Mr. Harris, however, is a very

special customer. And we like to

think of our special customers as

friends. As a customer, we would

expect Mr. Harris to sign in any

additional guests. But as a friend,

we’re willing to overlook it, I’m

assuming you’re a… relative?

Vivian finds herself nodding.

MR. THOMAS (CONT’D)

I thought so. You must be his…?

VIVIAN

Niece?

MR. THOMAS

Of course. Naturally when Mr.

Harris leaves, I won’t see you in this

hotel again. Vivian bites her lower

lip, nods.

MR. THOMAS (CONT’D)

Good. We understand one another.

(as a gentle afterthought:)

I would also encourage you to dress

in a more appropriate manner.

Vivian’s face screws up as she tries hard not to cry.

VIVIAN

That’s what I was trying to do.

She can’t help it, the tears come. Vivian pulls out the money

Edward gave her. She drops it on the desk. It’s a

moist- looking wad now.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

I was trying to get some other

clothes… but… they wouldn’t…

they made me feel like shit…

She can’t go on. Mr. Thomas politely glances at the money. He

unfolds it, smoothes it and hands it back to her. He sighs.

He picks up the phone. He dials.

MR. THOMAS

(into the phone)

Women’s clothing.

(beat)

Bridget, please. Vivian is staring at

him.

MR. THOMAS (CONT’D)

Bridget, hello, this is Barnard

Thomas over at the Regent Beverly

Wilshire. Well, thank you, that’s

flattering. I’d like to ask a favor

of you. I’m going to send someone

over. Her name is Vivian. She’s a

guest of ours. A very special guest.

He glances at Vivian. With those simple words, he’d made her

feel better.

MR. THOMAS (CONT’D)

She’s from out of town and she needs

a little help in dressing. Perhaps

you could help her out. Thank you very

much. She’ll be right over.

He sets the phone down and smiles patronizingly at Vivian.

MR. THOMAS (CONT’D)

There you are. If you have any other

problems, come ask for me personally.

I’m Mr. Thomas.

VIVIAN

Barney.

She smiles mischievously.

EXT. FORT OF LOS ANGELES – DAY

A sleek corporate helicopter flies over the port.

EXT. BUILDING ROOFTOP – DAY

Edward, Vance, Stuckey and Jake walk toward the building’s edge.

They look out over the empty shipyard as Vance describes it.

VANCE

Okay… this is the jewel in Kross’s

crown. We can strip out all the

heavy equipment. Some of the cranes

are very valuable overseas. The

Japanese are salivating for them.

STUCKEY

Prime industrial property straddling

the Port of Long Beach and Los

Angeles. It gives me a hard-on.

Edward points toward one of the edges of the shipyard.

EDWARD

What’s that long building over there?

JAKE

Storage, I think.

EDWARD

Not with those smokestacks it’s not.

VANCE

Let me check.

Vance pulls out a notebook.

JAKE

The real estate possibilities are

endless. Most of the yard we’ll just

level. I talked to a couple of

developers, under the table, of

course, and they said

EDWARD

You what?

JAKE

I talked to some developers about the

land.

STUCKEY

What kind of an idiot are you? You

don’t talk about this to anyone.

JAKE

They’re close friends, they’d never

breathe a word —

STUCKEY

(to Vance)

Where did you dig this moron up?

VANCE

He’s right, Jake, that was an

incredibly stupid thing to do. It

won’t happen again, Edward. I’ll pull

him off the project immediately.

EDWARD

Don’t bother.

STUCKEY

What!?

EDWARD

We don’t have the time to bring

someone new up to speed. Besides…

(not unkindly, to Jake)

You’ve already impressed everyone

you need to, haven’t you?

JAKE

It won’t happen again, Mr. Harris.

Vance has found what he was looking

for in his notebook.

VANCE

This is interesting. That building

is storage now, but it used to be a

smelting plant. They closed it down

after World War

II.

EDWARD

I want our lawyers to check into the

toxic waste licences on them right

away. I want to know if the permits

are still valid and what kind of

limits are on them.

STUCKEY

Jesus, yes. It’s a long shot but if

the permits are still in effect,

they’re worth a fortune. He turns

away. The other follow Edward back

toward the stairs.

EDWARD

What time’s diner tonight?

STUCKEY

Eight o’clock. Kross is bringing

his son. Very bright kid, watch

yourself with him. Who’s this girl

you’re taking?

EDWARD

No one you know.

INT. SAKS – SECOND FLOOR – DAY

The elevator opens and Vivian walks out and surveys the room

nervously. She walks toward the women’s clothing section.

BRIDGET, a large friendly woman, spots her and quickly

approaches.

BRIDGET

You must be Vivian. Vivian nods.

BRIDGET (CONT’D)

Let’s look at you… She steps back,

regards Vivian with a professional

eye.

BRIDGET (CONT’D)

Where are you from, dear?

VIVIAN

(pause)

Georgia.

BRIDGET

No wonder. For starts, you should

know that hot pants are horrid, even

when you do have the legs to carry

them off. What are your plans while

you’re in town?

VIVIAN

Well… I might be going out to

dinner.

BRIDGET

You’ll want a cocktail dress then.

Turn. You have a beautiful figure.

A little too out in the open but

simply lovely. Size six? Do you need

shoes?

VIVIAN

I dunno. Do thigh high, leather

boots go with a cocktail dress?

BRIDGET

(calling out)

Philip! We’ll need shoes!

Bridget leads Vivian towards the racks of clothes. She pulls

out a dress.

BRIDGET

Your uncle will like this.

VIVIAN

He’s not really my uncle.

BRIDGET

They never are, dear.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – LATE AFTERNOON

Mr. Thomas is behind the desk. He looks up. Vivian is standing

there, a happy look on her face. She holds up a garment bag.

VIVIAN

I got a dress.

MR. THOMAS

(dryly)

I rather hoped you’d be wearing it.

VIVIAN

I didn’t want to get it messed. I got

shoes too. Wanna see?

MR. THOMAS

That’s all right. I’m sure they’re

quite lovely.

VIVIAN

They were real nice to me there. They

treated me, y’know… nice. Thanks,

Barney. Mr. Thomas tries not to wince

at the familiarity.

MR. THOMAS

You’re very welcome, Miss Vivian.

She smiles at him. He watches as Vivian turns and walks toward

the elevator. The provocative way her hips move just naturally

attracts the attention of a MALE PASSERBY. And the white gloved

ELEVATOR MAN literally leaps to press the elevator button for

Vivian who rewards him with a happy smile. Mr. Thomas sighs.

INT. PENTHOUSE – LATE AFTERNOON

The phone is ringing Vivian enters. She hurries to pick it up.

VIVIAN

Hello?

The phone keeps ringing — it has more than one line. Vivian

frantically punches buttons.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

Hello? What? Hello?

INT. STUCKEY’S OFFICE – LATE AFTERNOON – INTERCUT

Edward is in a private office.

EDWARD

Never answer the phone. Ever.

VIVIAN

Tsk, believe me, this will be the last

time.

EDWARD

Did you buy some clothes?

VIVIAN

I got a dress, yeah.

EDWARD

Just one? Christ… I hope it’s

appropriate.

VIVIAN

It’s very tasteful. I think you’ll

especially like the zipper in the

crotch.

(silence)

I’m — joking.

EDWARD

Let’s hope so. You’ll get some more

clothes tomorrow. I’ll be pushed

for time so meet me in the hotel lobby

at seven forty-five sharp. Got it?

VIVIAN

No, I don’t “got it”. Even the

farmboys back in Georgia come to the

door when they’re taking you on a

date.

EDWARD

This isn’t a date.

VIVIAN

Go by yourself then. Where you

taking me anyway?

EDWARD

The Rex.

VIVIAN

Any good?

EDWARD

I think you’ll approve.

VIVIAN

… all right. I’ll meet you in the

lobby. But only cause you’re paying

me to.

EDWARD

Thank you very much.

Vivian slowly sets the phone down. The phone rings again.

Vivian, very carefully, punches the flashing button and picks

it up.

VIVIAN

Hello?

EDWARD

I thought I told you not to answer the

phone.

VIVIAN

Oooh!

Edward hangs up. He smiles to himself. Vivian bites her

fingernails, looking nervous. The doorbell RINGS. Vivian

looks up, startled. She rises, moves to answer it. It’s the

Spanish MAID. She nods politely at Vivian.

MAID

Housekeeping. I come to turn down

the bed. 5:00, I turn down the bed.

VIVIAN

What?

The Maid points to her hotel badge, trying to explain.

MAID

Housekeeping. I come to turn down

the bed.

VIVIAN

Okay.

The Maid enters.

VIVIAN

Is there a trick to it?

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – LATE AFTERNOON

The Maid turns down the bedspread.

VIVIAN

Is that all? You just fold back the

bedspread?

MAID

I also place las chocolates on the

pillow.

VIVIAN

Oooh, I love those.

MAID

I leave extras, miss.

VIVIAN

Thanks! Consuelo, are all rich

people so lazy they can’t do this on

their own?

Consuelo shrugs.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – LATE AFTERNOON

Mr. Thomas is still behind the desk, working when a soft voice

startles him.

VIVIAN

Barney.

He looks up. He sighs. Vivian still hasn’t changed.

MR. THOMAS

What is it, Miss Vivian?

VIVIAN

Edward is taking me to some fancy

place for dinner. The Rex. Ever

been there?

MR. THOMAS

It’s a bit beyond my… range, shall

we say.

VIVIAN

Yeah, mine too. Is it like, y’know,

normal?

MR. THOMAS

I think you’ll find it normal enough.

VIVIAN

Will I like it?

MR. THOMAS

You’ll like it fine.

VIVIAN

Okay. Thanks, Barney. You’re the

best.

She turns away.

MR. THOMAS

Just mind which fork you use.

Vivian turns abruptly back, a horrified look on her face.

VIVIAN

Fork?

INT. HOTEL DINING ROOM – LATE AFTERNOON

CLOSE ANGLE – PLACESETTING

An elegant formal placesetting complete with a myriad of

different size forks, spoons, stacked china plates and crystal

glassware.

ANGLE ON MR. THOMAS AND VIVIAN

sit across from one another at a fully set table.

MR. THOMAS

In fifteen minutes I can teach you

everything you need to know to dine

with the Queen. First, as you pick

up the knife you shift your fork to

the left hand.

VIVIAN

But I always eat like this.

MR. THOMAS

Either you’re European or badly

brought up.

VIVIAN

Hmmm… I vonder vich.

(giggles)

MR. THOMAS

Actually, some of the richest people

I know have the worst manners. Of

course, Mr. Harris, being of old

money, knows his way around a table.

All right now, pay attention please.

Salad fork.

VIVIAN

What if they serve soup?

MR. THOMAS

They will serve salad.

VIVIAN

But what if they serve soup?

MR. THOMAS

Then you use your soup spoon.

VIVIAN

(smiles)

I like steak.

MR. THOMAS

(picking up the appropriate

utensil)

Then you would use your–

VIVIAN

Steak spoon!

(laughs)

Mr. Thomas swallows his

exasperation.

WE PULL BACK from their table to reveal the cavernous, empty

banquets room, each table is set and ready for the dinner

service.

MR. THOMAS

Miss Vivian —

VIVIAN

Maybe I’ll just order a burger,

Barney, that way I can eat with my

hands.

MR. THOMAS

Miss Vivian… there’s a salon here

in the hotel. Instead of worrying

unnecessarily about table manners,

why don’t you just have your hair done

instead?

VIVIAN

Professionally?

INT. SALON – LATE AFTERNOON

Vivian sits in a salon chair. The last customer, THANE, a young

man of about twenty with his long hair pulled back in a pony

tail, tilts her head one way and then another, eyeing her

professionally.

VIVIAN

I have a friend who has a friend who

does Cher’s wigs.

THANE

I hate him already.

(a beat)

All set?

VIVIAN

Yeah… what a ya say we chop it all

off and bleach the tips.

THANE

Darling? Trust me.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – EVENING

Edward enters and looks around the lobby. No Vivian. Annoyed.

Edward crosses to a house phone and picks it up. He’s about

to dial when:

MR. THOMAS

Good evening, Mr. Harris. Edward

looks at him blankly.

MR. THOMAS

Barnard Thomas, manager of the hotel.

EDWARD

Of course, yes. If you’ll excuse me

just a moment —

MR. THOMAS

I have a message for you from your

“niece”, sir.

EDWARD

My what?

MR. THOMAS

The young lady staying in your room?

Edward’s eyes narrow. He hangs up the phone.

EDWARD

I think we both know she’s not my

niece.

Mr. Thomas looks uncomfortable.

EDWARD (CONT’D)

Does this hotel have any problem with

that?

MR. THOMAS

Mr. Harris, a guest of yours, is a

guest of ours and shall be treated

accordingly. The young lady asked

me to tell you that she is waiting for

you in the lounge.

EDWARD

Thank you.

He starts towards the lounge.

MR. THOMAS

Very intriguing young woman, Miss

Vivian.

His tone stops Edward in his tracks.

MR. THOMAS (CONT’D)

Have a good evening, sir. And off he

goes, leaving Edward to wonder what

the hell transpired during the

afternoon.

INT. HOTEL LOUNGE – NIGHT

Edward enters the lounge. He looks around, not seeing Vivian.

And suddenly his eyes go back to… the beautiful girl with the

beautifully styled hair in the beautiful black cocktail dress

at the piano bar. Edward tries to hide his surprise as Vivian

rises, moves elegantly towards him. She smiles.

VIVIAN

You’re late.

Such a beautiful woman deserves an apology and so, without

thinking:

EDWARD

I’m sorry.

VIVIAN

You’re forgiven.

She waits expectantly. He holds out an arm. She takes it.

INT. REX RESTAURANT – NIGHT

Vivian comes out of the ladies room. She walks forward past

the MAITRE’D’S station. She stops. She takes a breath… and

then walks forward.

INT. REX – ANOTHER ANGLE – LOOKING DOWN

Vivian moves down a marble starircase, through the elegant

restaurant toward a far table. Her beauty and natural grace

draw approving stares. She is like a queen moving through a

ballroom. At a secluded table, Edward sits in conversation with

two men. JAMES KROSS, in his early 70’s, a bulky self-made

millionaire industrialist. Sitting next to him is his son and

second in command, DAVID KROSS, a handsome man in his early

thirties. All of them rise as Vivian comes to the table. David

Kross holds out Vivian’s chair for her. Surprised, she nods

her thanks. In front of her is an enormous placesetting. She

smiles down at the utensils, filled with confidence. Waiters

have placed a delicate salad down in front of each of them.

Vivian proudly reaches for her salad fork. But then she sees

that Kross has picked up the fork closest to his plate and is

digging into his salad with that. Vivian looks to see what Edward

will do. He doesn’t seem interested in eating yet. Neither

does David Kross. Feeling a sudden panic, Vivian puts her fork

down.

KROSS

So young man, I understand you are

trying to take over my company.

A moment. The abruptness of the question takes Edward back for

a moment. But then he almost smiles.

EDWARD

Please don’t patronize me, Mr. Kross.

Our ages mean nothing here.

Kross and David look at each other.

DAVID

Mr. Harris, we know you’ve purchased

at least twenty percent of our stock.

We also know you plan to file a formal

bid for a majority share.

EDWARD

Twenty-five percent.

KROSS

Mr. Harris, I built Kross Enterprises

myself. I know every man who ever

worked there by his first name. I

know their wives… and their

children. If your intention is to

take over my company and turn it into

a glorified real estate deal, think

again.

Edward, thankfully, now reaches for his salad fork and begins

to eat. Relieved, Vivian picks up hers. They all eat for a

moment.

EDWARD

What do you suggest, Mr. Kross?

WAITERS approach, some to clear the salad plates, some to put

down the next course. Vivian, thinking she’s got to finish,

quickly stuffs her mouth with the rest of her salad. She is

reluctant to let the Waiter take her fork.

KROSS

What would it take to buy our stock

back? Name your price.

EDWARD

To get me in a mood to sell — double

what I paid. But your company

doesn’t have enough capital right now

to buy anything.

DAVID

We’re on the verge of closing a large

navy contract. Double is ridiculous

but we can assure you a healthy profit

on your shares. We would give you a

promissory note…

EDWARD

You’re not getting any navy

contracts.

Vivian can see that both father and son are stunned by this news.

DAVID

There’s no way you could know that.

EDWARD

But I do know. I also know your lines

of credit are over-extended. If I

don’t buy your company, someone else

will…

(looking up)

Ah, the escargot.

Escargot are put down in front of everyone. Vivian stares at

them dubiously. She picks up what she assumes is the next

“right” fork. She picks up a snail. The two do not fit.

Flustered, she doesn’t know what to do. No one else seems to

be eating. And now a Waiter comes and places escargot forks

at each place. Vivian picks it up with a sigh of relief.

VIVIAN

(softly, to the Waiter)

Scume me, what are these things?

WAITER

(bending to whisper)

Escargot, mademoiselle.

EDWARD

(leaning close to whisper)

Snails.

Vivian stares at them, horrified. She, like James and David

Kross, no longer seem interested in eating. Edward eats with

pleasure.

EDWARD

Mr. Kross, I’m not here to sell you

my stock. On the contrary, I’m here

to buy yours.

KROSS

(angry)

You’ve got a lot of nerve.

EDWARD

No. What I have is a lot of money.

KROSS

I know all about you, Mr. Harris. When

you buy companies, they have a way of

disappearing. Even the pension

funds are stripped clean. The last

three companies you took over were

cut up in so many pieces, widows were

left without their retirement

checks.

EDWARD

(calmly)

What I did with those companies was

perfectly legal.

KROSS

I don’t question the legality of what

you do. It’s your morality that

makes me sick. I will not allow my

company to be raped by a man like you.

EDWARD

(angry now)

It is not your company. It’s a

public company. And I am going to

acquire it. Either I buy from the

other stock holders, or I buy from

you.

Vivian struggles with her escargot.

EDWARD (CONT’D)

I would suggest that you and your

board cooperate with me, rather than

fight a battle you don’t have the

ammunition to win.

Vivian suddenly ZINGS her snail across the table. Everyone

looks to her.

VIVIAN

Slippery little suckers… Kross

rises.

KROSS

If you’ll excuse me young lady, Mr.

Harris…

(turns to David)

Deal with this, David, you know where

we stand. I need to go someplace and

puke. He rises. He exits.

DAVID

(to Edward and Vivian)

Men like my father built this

country. He was no saint. He

screwed people. But for every guy he

stepped on, he gave a hundred a good

job. Edward is silent.

VIVIAN

He seems like a nice man.

David looks at Vivian as if seeing her for the first time.

EDWARD

We can reach an understanding on

this.

DAVID

I don’t think so. You should know

we’re going to fight you with every

resource we have.

EDWARD

Do what you have to do. I don’t take

it personally.

DAVID

I do. I take it all very personally.

(to Vivian)

Very nice meeting you, Vivian.

David Kross gets up and leaves. Vivian and Edward sit in

silence.

EDWARD

(a beat)

And that’s the way the game is played.

VIVIAN

Some game. Screwin’ some poor slob

out of his retirement.

Edward says nothing. But Vivian can see she’s hit a nerve.

VIVIAN

Snails for dinner. No wonder

everybody is in such a bad mood. A

Waiter appears at the table.

WAITER

Are we ready for the next course, sir?

EDWARD

No. Bring a check, please.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Edward’s face is pensive and thoughtful as he stares out of the

glass window down at the city lights. He quickly drains his

champagne glass. Vivian moves to stand next to him. She refills

his glass from the bottle.

EDWARD

Thank you.

He drinks. Silence.

VIVIAN

You’re upset, huh?

EDWARD

Upset. No. I never get upset about

business.

VIVIAN

You liked the guy, though.

EDWARD

Whether I liked him or not is

irrelevant. It’s business. There’s

no emotion involved in business… if

you want to survive.

VIVIAN

(excited)

We’re the exactly the same! Kit

keeps telling me don’t get emotional

when you turn tricks — that’s why no

kissing — it’s too personal.

The key is like you’re saying, stay numb, don’t get involved

— when I’m with a guy, I’m a robot, I just do it. (realizing

what she’s saying and quickly recovers) Except with you. At

your price I give my all… Edward laughs.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

Let’s not talks about this heavy

stuff. Come on, relax.

Vivian comes up behind him. She begins to rub his shoulders.

EDWARD

That… is very good.

A moment. Edward is silent. Turns him, unknots his tie,

unbuttons his collar.

VIVIAN

Know what we’re gonna do in a little

while then? We’re gonna call

Domino’s and have’m deliver a bigass

pizza. We’re gonna eat it in bed.

We’re gonna veg’ out and watch

television.

EDWARD

Television?

VIVIAN

Yeah, it’s this box, it has pictures,

sound. You don’t have to use your

brain at all.

EDWARD

I have work to do.

VIVIAN

Uh-uh. No work. Smiling, she softly

kisses his throat.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

See… what you haven’t figured out

yet…

She kissed his neck. She fumbles with his belt.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

Is that while you’re the boss

everyplace else… I’m the one in

charge here. She kisses his chest.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)

You… just think you are.

She starts to kneel down. He stops her. They stare at one

another for a moment. He releases her. She smiles. She

starts to undress him.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – MORNING

Vivian is asleep. She turns over, slowly waking. Her hand

goes out to touch Edward and encounters nothing but empty bed.

Vivian comes awake with a sudden start. She look around

momentarily frightened, not sure where she is. Sighing with

relief, she lies back down. She sees Edward’s American Express

card on the pillow next to her.

EDWARD (O.S.)

Wake up, Vivian. Time to shop.

Edward comes out of the bathroom and moves toward the bed. He

is tying his tie. Vivian sits up and ties it for him. He smiles

at her.

EDWARD

I still don’t understand why you only

bought one dress.

VIVIAN

I wasn’t as much fun as I thought it

was going to be.

EDWARD

Why not?

VIVIAN

Well, you know those cold bitches

that work in those stores and try to

intimidate you? It works.

EDWARD

Was someone rude to you?

VIVIAN

I had a little problem in one store.

I wasn’t dressed right. I don’t know

what to say. I don’t belong there.

Maybe I’ll just go back to Bridget.

She was cool.

EDWARD

Vivian, you belong wherever you are.

I don’t care how you were dressed,

they were the ones who were wrong, not

you. Edward sits on the bed.

EDWARD (CONT’D)

People aren’t going to respect you

unless you respect yourself.

(a beat)

The next time someone is rude to you,

you stare at them right here. He

softly touches her, right between the

eyes.

EDWARD (CONT’D)

It’s an old trick I use, especially

with bankers. Works every time.

Will you try it?

VIVIAN

(confidently)

Okay.

EDWARD

Good.

VIVIAN

(a beat)

Come with me?

Edward looks at his watch. Vivian covers it with her hand.

VIVIAN

Please.

INT. BOUTIQUE – DAY

A beautiful, chic women’s shop. The haughty SALESGIRL

approaches Vivian near a rack of dresses. Edward hovers in the

b.g.

VIVIAN

(nervous)

Hello. Can you help me?

The Salesgirl looks Vivian up and down. A Pause. Vivian gives

her “the stare” and straightens up. We see the Salesgirl’s

reaction change.

VIVIAN

(confidently)

I’m looking for a dress, nothing too

flashy, not too sexy, conservative.

In a size six.

SALESGIRL

(uncomfortable under

Vivian’s stare)

Do… do you have a charge account

with us?

Vivian smiles and draws out Edward’s American Express card. The

Salesgirl nods and quickly moves to a rack of dresses to find

Vivian’s size.

INT. BOUTIQUE – DAY – IN A SERIES OF CUTS

Vivian tries on different clothes under Edward and the

Salesgirl’s supervision. Vivian comes happily out of the

dressing room wearing a low cut, spangled and fringed outfit.

Edward shakes his hand. The Salesgirl holds a classic tweed

ensemble over Vivian’s outfit. Vivian scowls.

VIVIAN

(sighing)

I look like fucking Nancy Reagan.

INT. BOUTIQUE – ANOTHER ANGLE

The Salesgirl shows Edward clothes by Ann Taylor. He turns to

find Vivian happily holding up a tiny, low cut leather dress.

Edward shakes his head in mock disapproval. Vivian scowls.

INT. BOUTIQUE – ANOTHER ANGLE – LATER

Vivian is wearing an elegant pastel dress. Edward is standing

at the store’s bar, watching and talking on the telephone.

INT. STUCKEY’S OFFICE – DAY – INTERCUT WITH EDWARD

Stuckey and Vance are pouring over stock reports, talking to

Edward on the speaker phone.

VANCE

Kross came out of his corner

swinging. He started buying up all

available stock as soon as the market

opened.

EDWARD

(almost to himself)

He’s a tough old son of a bitch…

Edward is watching Vivian. She pulls the hem of her skirt up

to mid thigh. She looks hopefully over to Edward. Edward

shakes his head.

VANCE

It’s up to ten and a quarter.

EDWARD

Offer nine and a half. Bring them

back down to earth.

STUCKEY

Goddamit! Where is he getting the

money to fight?

EDWARD

Someone’s loaning it to him. Get on

it right away.

STUCKEY

Our contract guys are working on the

Kross pension funds. There’s another

forty million there. We can bleed’m

dry.

There is a sudden hesitation in Edward’s eyes. He watches as

Vivian tries on a hat. She preens for him. He smiles.

EDWARD

(to Vance & Stuckey)

Put the pension funds on hold until

I say otherwise.

STUCKEY

(surprised)

We’re letting them slide?

EDWARD

I want the treatment plant licenses

to be top priority right now.

STUCKEY

But, Edward…

EDWARD

Do it.

Edward hangs up and takes a long look at Vivian. She moves to

him.

EDWARD

(looks at his watch)

You’re on your own now, Vivian. I’ve

got to get to work. Be sensible and

you can keep everything. Spend too

much and it all goes back. Vivian hugs

him again.

EXT. RODEO DRIVE – DAY

Vivian walks along Rodeo Drive. She looks lovely in the pink

dress and new, white shoes. A pretty, white hat is the final

touch. She carries a bag containing her old clothes. She

stops at a trashcan and ceremonially throws the offending items

away.

INT. TORIE STEELE BOUTIQUE – SHOPPING MONTAGE

We SEES Vivian in each department within the store with

different SALESPEOPLE. She happily and confidently tries on

a variety of dresses, hats, shoes, accesarries, etc. Vivian is

in a dressing stall. She tosses a dress out to a waiting

SALESWOMAN.

VIVIAN

Not me!

A SALESWOMAN holds a long, purple evening gown.

VIVIAN

(imitating Bridget)

Horrid!

Vivian is admiring a pair of beautiful suede dress pumps. Her

attention is drawn to the SALESMEN’S exotic hand-painted tie.

VIVIAN

Where’d you get your tie?

Vivian stands in front of an enormous tie rack with the Salesman,

a dozen wild, swirling designed ties are hanging over his

outstretched arm. Vivian picks out the brightest one and

smiles.

EXT. RODEO DRIVE – DAY

Vivian’s arms are filled with clothing boxes and bags. She

feels like she owns the block. A well-dressed MAN passes by,

smiling politely. Vivian’s nose lifts as she happily ignores

him. Suddenly Vivian stops. She’s about to pass the shop she

was thrown out of. Vivian takes a breath and enters the shop.

INT. BOUTIQUE – DAY

Vivian enters. The moment she steps through the door, Vivian’s

courage leaves her. The saleswoman is waiting on a CUSTOMER.

SALESWOMAN

(to the customer)

Isn’t this lovely? I think it would

look wonderful on you.

Vivian musters her courage. She takes a deep breath and starts

forward.

SALESWOMAN

(to her customer)

Would you like to try it on?

VIVIAN

‘Scume me.

Both the saleswoman and her customer look up. The saleswoman

smiles pleasantly.

SALESWOMAN

Yes?

VIVIAN

Do you remember me?

SALESWOMAN

No, I’m sorry, I don’t.

VIVIAN

I was in here yesterday.

Vivian slowly raises her middle finger. The recognition starts

to dawn in the saleswoman’s eyes. Vivian’s courage begins to

return.

VIVIAN

Yeah. That’s right. It’s me. I

want you to know something. You made

me feel terrible. I wasn’t dressed

right and you said I didn’t belong

here. Well, I do. You’re the one

that was wrong, not me. And I want

to tell you something else. I’m

never gonna shop here again as long

as I live.

And with that, Vivian turns and walks out. The saleswoman is

stunned. A beat. The customer thrusts the dress into the

saleswoman’s arm as if offended by Vivian’s speech and leaves

the store also.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – DAY

Mr. Thomas looks up from the desk. And stares. Vivian and a

BELLHOP stroll through the hotel entrance and across the hotel

lobby to the elevator. The bellhop’s arms are packed with boxes

and shopping bags. Mr. Thomas can’t help it. He smiles to

himself.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM – DAY

Vivian opens the front door for the Bellhop who carries in her

packages. She motions for him to place them on the couch. He

does. Vivian happily tips him with a five dollar bill. He

exits. The door closes.

VIVIAN

Wheee!!!

Vivian does a giddy spin and falls onto the couch.

INT. BROKERAGE HOUSE MEETING ROOM – DAY

Stuckey enters. Edward is standing at the end of a long meeting

table. He is serving himself coffee from a tray.

STUCKEY

(gloating)

You were right. Kross mortgaged

everything he has down to his

grandson’s college tuition to secure

loans from a bank. Not just any

bank. One we do business with.

Edward just sips his coffee.

STUCKEY (CONT’D)

It goes without saying that your

business means a great deal more to

them than our friend Kross’s.

(a beat)

All you have to do is make a call.

Edward is silent. Stuckey is again

surprised.

STUCKEY

Excuse me for saying this but what is

wrong with you this week? First, you

go soft on the pension funds. Now,

you’re giving him the chance to get

away? As of two minutes ago, you are

committed to the tune of over fifty

million dollars —

EDWARD

Come on, Bill, don’t talk to me about

how much money’s involved. It’s my

money.

STUCKEY

And some of it’s mine. Edward, his

jugular’s exposed. Edward hesitates.

Then:

EDWARD

Get the bank on the phone for me.

INT. PENTHOUSE – EVENING

Edward enters. He closes the door. He turns. And stops. A

beautiful, candlelit, food laden table has been set up in the

middle of the room. Champagne and wine chills in a bucket. A

fire burns in the fireplace. Music is playing.

VIVIAN (O.S.)

Hi.

Edward turns. And stares again. Vivian stands in the bedroom

doorway. She is wearing an exquisite silk dressing gown. She

looks incredibly beautiful.

VIVIAN

I thought maybe you’d like dinner.

EDWARD

Thank you. I would.

(he fingers her dressing

gown)

Nice.

VIVIAN

Wait till you see what I have on

underneath.

EDWARD

Please.

She opens the dressing gown. What she has on underneath is

absolutely nothing. Edward crosses to her. Taking her in his

arms, he lifts her up and kisses her breasts.

VIVIAN

What about dinner?

EDWARD

Dinner can wait.

INT. PENTHOUSE BATHROOM – NIGHT

The bathroom is lit by candles. Vivian and Edward are in the

marble tub. Vivian sits behind Edward. She lazily washes his

shoulders and back with a large sponge.

VIVIAN

You always been rich?

EDWARD

No.

VIVIAN

Seems like it. I guess it’s easy to

get used to, huh?

EDWARD

Easier than learning how to be poor.

(a moment; and then:)

My father’s family was wealthy. When

I was young there were cars and

houses, private schools, nannies.

But then my father divorced my mother

to marry another woman. And he took

his money with him. Silence.

VIVIAN

Keep talkin’. I like hearin’.

EDWARD

Not much to tell. I went to public

school. Went to university on

scholarship. Went to work for an

investment firm. In eight years I

owned it.

(and then; growing very

quiet)

My father was chairman of the board

of the third company I ever went

after. I swallowed that company and

shit out the pieces. One of the pieces

was him.

Vivian softly traces small patterns on Edward’s shoulders with

a finger.

VIVIAN

You still mad at’m?

EDWARD

He died a long time ago. She gently

rests her head on his back.

EXT. HOTEL ROOM – DAY

PANNING BELLIES People are sunbathing by the pool.

Overweight… lobster red… old and stretch-marked… fishy

white… and then gorgeous. The gorgeous is Vivian. She is

wearing a miniscule bikini and sunglasses.

WAITER (O.S.)

Miss Vivian?

She looks up. A young WAITER, looking a little dry-mouthed at

the sight of her, is holding a telephone.

WAITER

You have a call. Mr. Harris.

VIVIAN

(taking the phone)

Hi, baby.

(a moment)

I’ll be ready. Bye. She hangs up.

She looks at the Waiter, confused.

VIVIAN

What do you wear to polo?

EXT. THE LOS ANGELES EQUESTRIAN CENTER – LATE AFTERNOON

Horses and riders crash and careen on the playing field. An

enthusiastic crowd cheers.

DOWN OFF THE EDGE OF THE FIELD

a tailgate party using Cadillacs and Rolls Royces is in

progress. Horses and riders thunder by a crowd of very

well-dressed, successful-looking people — celebrities, execs,

socialites, aficionados — most of whom ignore the game. They

are there to see and be seen much more than to watch a polo match.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – LATER AFTERNOON

Vivian and Edward make their way towards the party. Edward is

wearing his new tie. Vivian is looking very chic and beautiful

in one of her new outfits. Not that it’s helping — the place,

the people, the wealth — everything here suddenly has her

overwhelmed. She suddenly stops.

VIVIAN

You’re really pushing it, bringing me

here.

EDWARD

I think it’s exciting.

VIVIAN

What id we run into someone I know?

EDWARD

I really doubt anyone here frequents

Hollywood Boulevard.

VIVIAN

You did.

A VOICE calls out.

STUCKEY (O.S.)

Edward!

They turn. William Stuckey is with a group of people. He waves

them over.

STUCKEY (CONT’D)

Come on! Over here! Edward takes

Vivian’s arm and leads her forward.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – LATE AFTERNOON

Stuckey grins and shakes Edward’s hand.

STUCKEY

(looking at Vivian)

Well, well, well…

Vivian dislikes this guy on sight. Dislikes the frosty looking

woman at his side.

EDWARD

Bill, I’d like you to meet Vivian.

STUCKEY

(holding out a hand;

smiling)

Bill Stuckey, Vivian. My wife,

Elizabeth.

VIVIAN

Hi.

Elizabeth Stuckey stretches her thin lips in a cold smile.

STUCKEY

Lots of fun people here. Let me get

you two some champagne. He moves

quickly away.

ELIZABETH STUCKEY

Excuse me.

She moves to greet someone else. Vivian and Edward survey the

milling CROWD.

VIVIAN

(sarcastic)

Real genuine guy.

EDWARD

He’s good at what he does.

VIVIAN

You could freeze ice on his wife’s

ass. She anything like your ex?

EDWARD

(a small smile)

Shall we mingle?

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ON THE FIELD – LATE AFTERNOON

A goal is scored.

IN A SERIES OF CUTS

Edward watches and guides her, Vivian sips champagne and meets

and chats and wins over different PEOPLE.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ANOTHER ANGLE – LATE AFTERNOON

A group of PEOPLE.

WOMAN

I simply love your dress, Vivian.

VIVIAN

This old thing?

WOMAN

Of course, a figure like yours can

wear anything. You must work out

constantly.

VIVIAN

I lead a very physical life.

OLDER MAN

Are you into running, Vivian?

VIVIAN

I’m into walking. I walk a lot.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ANOTHER ANGLE – LATE AFTERNOON

In another group of PEOPLE.

ANOTHER MAN

You look awfully familiar, Vivian.

Haven’t we run into one another at the

spa in La Costa?

VIVIAN

Well, I do often spa there.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ANOTHER ANGLE – LATE AFTERNOON

Edward and Elizabeth Stuckey watch Vivian laugh and chat with

a group of WOMEN.

ELIZABETH STUCKEY

Edward, she’s marvelous. Warm and

witty and down to earth.

EDWARD

(with pleasure)

She is, isn’t she.

ELIZABETH STUCKEY

So unlike your usuals. Where on

earth did you find her?

Edward smiles enigmatically. Taking an hors d’oeuvres off a

passing WAITERS’s tray, he starts forward.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ANOTHER ANGLE – LATE AFTERNOON

A WOMAN

We’re good together. He has to admit

it. I’ve been just what he wants me

to be. I say the right things, I know

the right people, I give wonderful

parties. No question, no arguments,

no embarrassments. It works for

both of us.

That makes Vivian think. And then she smiles as she sees Edward

approaching. Vivian moves to him.

VIVIAN

Edward, these women here, I don’t

think any of’m like the guys they’re

with. They’re just into it for the

money.

EDWARD

I’m sure that’s true for some of them.

VIVIAN

I thought I was the pro. These women

make me feel like an amateur.

EDWARD

(a beat)

Ready to stomp sod?

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ON THE FIELD – LATE AFTERNOON

IN A SERIES OF SHOTS TO MUSIC

The CROWD engages in sod stomping. They drink champagne. They

make a dance out of it. They laugh. Shoes get stuck in the

mud. It’s ludicrous — these people in their suits and fancy

clothes, replacing divots and stepping over the horse shit. In

a corner of the field, grazing horses stare, seemingly in

disbelief. Vivian is having a wonderful time. And then, as she

moves towards the outside of the crowd she sees someone staring

at her from over among some of the riders and grazing horses.

David Kross smiles at Vivian. She hesitates… and then she

crosses towards him.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ANOTHER ANGLE – LATE AFTERNOON

DAVID KROSS

Hi.

VIVIAN

Hi. I never thought stomping in

grass could be so much fun.

DAVID

(laughs)

I like your hat.

VIVIAN

Huh? Oh… yeah. S’okay?

(pleased; a moment)

Uhm… how’re… business things

going.

DAVID

Let’s not talk about it, it’s too

depressing. Come on, I’ll show you

Thunder.

VIVIAN

Please, we hardly know each other.

DAVID

Thunder’s a horse. Come on.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ANOTHER ANGLE – LATE AFTERNOON

They approach the sweating mount. David Kross caresses the

horses muzzle.

DAVID

Hey, big guy, you getting tired, yet?

I am. This is Vivian.

(a beat; and then:)

You two been together long? You and

Edward?

VIVIAN

No.

DAVID

Hope to be?

To Vivian’s surprise, the question causes a pang inside.

VIVIAN

It’s… it’s not like that.

DAVID

I see. Well. Maybe that means

you’d have lunch with me sometime

then.

Vivian is suddenly silent. She looks away.

DAVID (CONT’D)

I’m sorry, am I being too forward?

VIVIAN

You don’t know anything about me.

DAVID

I’d like to find out. You don’t know

anything about me either. That’s why

people have lunch. But something

holds Vivian back, a feeling.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – IN THE CROWD – LATE AFTERNOON

William Stuckey turns… stops… stares. He sees Vivian and

David Kross standing together. He stares, his mind racing, and

anxious, angry look on his face.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – LATE AFTERNOON

Stuckey has Edward off to the side. He is talking to him in

a low, earnest voice.

STUCKEY

Fill me in on this. How’d you and

Vivian meet?

EDWARD

We just did.

STUCKEY

(grinning)

Come on, you can tell me. I sure

would like to know where a guy runs

into a girl as attractive as this.

EDWARD

The night I left your house, I was

lost. I was looking for directions.

STUCKEY

And you just happened to run into her.

Great. What’s she do? She work?

EDWARD

Yes…

STUCKEY

Doing what?

EDWARD

Vivian’s in sales.

STUCKEY

Sales, really? That’s great. What

does she sell? Edward’s eyes narrow.

EDWARD

Why do you want to know?

STUCKEY

Hear me out. I’ve known you a long

time. I see a difference in you this

week. Like that tie. I’m suddenly

wondering if this girl’s not the

difference. Especially when I see her

talking with David Kross.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ANGLE ON VIVIAN

Vivian turns away from the bar, now holding two glasses of

champagne. She scans the crowd for Edward.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ANGLE ON EDWARD AND STUCKEY

EDWARD

She met him at dinner last night…

I like this tie.

STUCKEY

So now they’re best friends? Edward,

this girl appears out of nowhere and

now I see her talking to a guy whose

company we’re trying to buy. It’s

too convenient.

EDWARD

You’re being ridiculous.

STUCKEY

Industrial espionage is not

ridiculous. Edward, how do you know

she hasn’t attached herself to you so

she can bring Kross back information?

EDWARD

Christ, Bill, she’s not a spy, she’s

a hooker. I picked her up off

Hollywood Boulevard.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ANGLE ON VIVIAN

as she hear loud sudden LAUGHTER. She turns. She sees that

it’s Stuckey laughing. Smiling, Vivian starts towards them

with two glasses of champagne.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER – ANGLE ON STUCKEY AND EDWARD

STUCKEY

I swear to God, you are the only

millionaire I ever heard of who’d go

looking for a goddam bargain

streetwalker!

Edward sees Vivian coming.

EDWARD

Let’s drop it, shall we?

Edward turns. He smiles gently as Vivian quietly approaches

and hands him his glass of champagne. A group of BUSINESSMEN

are standing a short distance away. One of them calls out:

MAN

Edward! May we have your opinion on

something?

EDWARD

(to Vivian and Stuckey)

Excuse me a moment.

He moves to join the group of men. Stuckey gives Vivian a broad

smile.

STUCKEY

Having a good time, Vivian?

VIVIAN

Yeah. Thanks.

STUCKEY

All this must be quite a change from

Hollywood Boulevard. Vivian looks as

if she’s been struck.

VIVIAN

What?

STUCKEY

It’s okay. Edward told me. Your

secret’s safe with me. Stuckey runs

his hand up her arm.

STUCKEY (CONT’D)

What do you charge, Vivian? Maybe you

and I could get together after Edward

leaves.

VIVIAN

(forcing a bitter smile)

Yeah. Sure. Why not. Call me at

the Regent Beverly Wilshire.

STUCKEY

I just might do that. He moves away.

Vivian turns. Edward looks up from

his

conversation, sees her looking at him. He smiles, raises his

glass in a small toast. A moment. Vivian toasts him back.

INT. PENTHOUSE – NIGHT

They enter. Edward switches on a light. Vivian comes down the

steps into the room. Edward follows after her.

EDWARD

You’re awfully quiet. You haven’t

said a word since the party.

As Edward touches her shoulder, Vivian suddenly spins and

explodes with anger.

VIVIAN

You asshole! I can’t believe what a

–!

EDWARD

Vivian, what the — Tears well in

Vivian’s eyes as she yells at him.

VIVIAN

Clean the slut up, take her out, huh?!

What are you trying to prove!? I’m

not a piece of meat for you to offer

to your friends!

EDWARD

I don’t know what you’re talking

about.

VIVIAN

I’ve been with stinking old men

who’ve made me want to puke but I’ve

never had anyone make me feel as dirty

as you did tonight.

EDWARD

Would you please calm down. Tell me

what happened.

VIVIAN

Stuckey! He wants an “appointment”

with me after you leave. You my pimp

now or did he think that up on his own?

Edward looks guiltily away.

EDWARD

What was I supposed to do?

(a beat)

I told the truth. Why should the

truth upset you? It’s not as if

you’re from a convent.

VIVIAN

I want my fucking money. I’m getting

out of here. I don’t want anything

more to do with you.

EDWARD

Can we talk about this? Can you just

try to calm down?

VIVIAN

Your goddamned friend, he thinks the

only reason I’m with you is for the

money.

A tear falls from Vivian’s eyes.

VIVIAN

(defiantly)

Well, it’s true. Just pay me what

you owe me and I’m gone.

EDWARD

Vivian…

VIVIAN

Pay me! Before I pick up this chair

and smash your face in.

EDWARD

Fine. I’m only here a couple of more

days and I’m not going to spend them

fighting with you.

VIVIAN

Fuck off.

EDWARD

I’ll call you a cab. If you want the

clothes, pack them up.

Vivian stands quietly for a moment. And then she turns and

walks into the bedroom.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – NIGHT

Vivian starts roughly picking up her clothes in the dim light

of the bedroom. As she does she starts crying. With each item

of clothing the tears come down harder. Edward appears at the

doorway. His face is genuinely concerned.

EDWARD

Vivian… I’m sorry. I wasn’t

prepared for questions about us. It

was an idiotic and insensitive thing

I did. I should have known that it

would hurt you.

VIVIAN

I’m not hurt. It doesn’t hurt you

when somebody pisses on you, it just

pissed you off.

EDWARD

I really am sorry.

Vivian lets the clothes fall from her arms. Sobbing, she stands

limply.

VIVIAN

You hurt me.

Edward goes to her and wraps his arms around her shoulders. She

touches his hand. He sits on the bed. He pulls her to him and

wraps his arms around her, holds her tight.

EDWARD

I’ll make it up to you.

INT. BROKERAGE HOUSE – DAY

Edward, carrying a briefcase, moves jauntily down a long

hallway. Stuckey trails after him.

STUCKEY

This is no time to disappear. We’re

in too far.

EDWARD

Bill? Stop panicking. Kross isn’t

going anywhere and I don’t need to

spend the rest of the day watching his

stock go down. I’ll be in the office

tomorrow.

STUCKEY

Promise me you’ll read those

contracts by then.

EDWARD

Goodbye, Bill.

Stuckey stops. He calls after Edward.

STUCKEY

Shit… By tomorrow, Edward! Edward

hurries on.

EXT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE – DAY

Edward exits out of his limo and walks to the front doors.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – DAY

Edward smiles, moving jauntily to the elevators. Mr. Thomas

at the front desk notices Edward’s happy mood.

MR. THOMAS

Good afternoon, Mr. Harris.

EDWARD

Afternoon.

Edward’s attention is taken by the glittering jewelry display

in the hotel jewelry store window. He detours from the

elevators and moves to the window for a closer look. He thinks

a moment and enters the jewelry store.

INT. PENTHOUSE – AFTERNOON

Vivian comes out of the bedroom into the living room wearing

an elegant red sequined evening dress. She looks incredibly

beautiful. She sees the phone. A thought occurs to her and

going to it, she picks it up. Waits.

VIVIAN

C’mon, Kit…

No answer. She hears someone at the door. She hangs up. Edward

enters. He is carrying a small case. He stops at the sight

of Vivian.

VIVIAN

Do I look okay?

EDWARD

(a small smile)

Hmm… let’s see… no, there’s

something missing. He holds up the

small case.

VIVIAN

What’s that?

EDWARD

I don’t want you to get too excited…

these are on loan… however…

Vivian’s jaw drops. Edward is holding a diamond and ruby

necklace in his hands, holds it as if it might melt if he breathed

too hard. Edward behind Vivian, fastens the necklace around

her neck.

EDWARD

This is made for a princess. I think

she’d approve of you wearing it

tonight. There. Come look.

He leads her to a mirror. She stares at her reflection.

VIVIAN

Edward, I can’t.

EDWARD

Shush. Of course you can.

VIVIAN

What if I lose it?

EDWARD

You won’t.

VIVIAN

What if someone tries to steal it?

EDWARD

I’ll guard them and you with my life.

EDT. BURBANK AIRPORT – DAY

A limo pulls onto the tarmac at Burbank Airport. A PILOT in

a leather jacket and sunglasses hurries forward to open the limo

door. Edward — now wearing evening clothes — and Vivian

climbs out of the limo.

PILOT

Your plane is ready to go, Mr. Harris.

EDWARD

Very good.

VIVIAN

Plane?

Taking her arm, Edward leads her across the tarmac.

EDWARD

You don’t want to go all the way to

San Francisco in a limousine, do you?

I don’t.

VIVIAN

Where are you taking me!?

EDWARD

To meet some friends. Rudolpho, a

poet… Benoit, a landlord… Mimi,

a flower maker…

VIVIAN

Huh?

EDWARD

The opera.

Up ahead is a waiting private jet, its engines already HUMMING.

She is speechless. Edward grins, loving the look on her face.

EXT. BURBANK AIRPORT – DAY

The corporate jet takes off down the landing strip.

INT. CORPORATE JET – DAY

Edward and Vivian are alone in the passenger lounge of the jet.

Vivian can’t believe the cabin. It is a comfortable room

featuring a long couch that curves across two walls, built in

bar, television and stereo. Edward is once again, going over

papers.

VIVIAN

I’ve never been on a plane before.

EDWARD

I’m glad you like it. Now be quiet,

I’ve really got to read these.

Vivian fluffs her hair up. She makes a happy, excited growling

sound — Rrrrr! A wicked gleam comes to her eye. She walks over

to Edward and stands in front of him. He looks up. She parts

the thigh high slit in her gown to expose silken quarters. She

begins to unfasten the garters one at a time.

EDWARD

Vivian, what do you think you’re

doing?

Edward watches silk stockings slide down Vivian’s lovely legs.

VIVIAN

Being quiet.

She reaches out and gently caresses Edward’s face. Edward sets

down his papers.

EXT. SAN FRANCISCO – SUNSET

The setting sun casts an incredibly glow over the city and the

coast.

VIVIAN (O.S.)

You ever been in love with anyone?

INT. CORPORATE JET – SUNSET

Vivian is at the window, looking out. She carefully puts her

earrings back on. She stares, mesmerized by the skyline, the

golden gate bridge in the distance. She turns. Edward is

buttoning his shirt. He is silent.

VIVIAN

Sorry. You’re not paying me to ask

you question like that.

EDWARD

Vivian. I’m paying you to be you.

Be you.

(a beat)

Have you? Ever been in love with

anyone?

VIVIAN

You mean, besides Elvis?

(turning back to the

window)

I’m a human being. Sure. Once.

First time I ever ran away from home,

I got as far as Atlanta. I met this

boy. He’d been with his parents on

their way to Chicago. They stopped

at a gas station. He went to the

john. When he came back they’d split.

We sorta started looking out for each

other. Aw, he was sweet. And boy,

was he good looking, y’know, dark

hair and eyes. The chicken hawks were

on him all the time. He hated that.

Sometimes we’d find a safe place to

crash nights and we’d curl up

together and we’d talk about all

these crazy things. The two of us

getting married someday. Having

kids. Stupid stuff.

EDWARD

What happened to him? A moment.

Vivian shrugs.

VIVIAN

My father found me. Dragged me home.

I don’t know why, he never seemed to

like me much when I was there.

(a bitter smile)

‘Cept when he was drunk, then he liked

me a whole lot.

(a moment)

I made it back to Atlanta a year

later. Andy was gone. Silence.

Vivian stares out the window.

VIVIAN

Aw, but things sure look fine when

you’re sitting way up high.

Edward moves close to Vivian and putting an arm around her

shoulders, stares with her out at the view. Vivian rests her

head against him.

EXT. SAN FRANCISCO OPERA HOUSE – NIGHT

An airport limo pulls to a stop in front of the San Francisco

Opera House. The DRIVER walks around back and opens the

passenger door. Edward emerges and helps Vivian out.

INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE LOBBY – NIGHT

Edward puts his hand on Vivian’s elbow as they walk through the

elegant lobby.

EDWARD

Some people say that opera is an

acquired taste, but I don’t believe

it. You can always tell when someone

goes to the opera for the first time.

They either love it or hate it.

Those who love it will always love it;

those who hate it might come to

appreciate it, but they’ll never

truly love it.

Vivian is wide eyed as they walk past a beautifully lit fountain

with several graceful statues in its center. Everywhere she

looks she sees elegantly dressed WOMEN and prosperous looking

MEN. It makes her nervous. Without realizing it, she raises

a protective hand up to her necklace. She looks as if she

suspects someone is going to step up and steal it.

EDWARD

Viv? I really doubt if anyone here

is going to try and grab it. Vivian

reluctantly lowers her hands.

INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE LOBBY – ANOTHER ANGLE – NIGHT

A crowd of PEOPLE mill around the lobby, heading toward their

seats. Vivian is aware of the looks she draws as she passes

— curious, even envious looks from the WOMEN, appreciative

glances from the MEN. Her hands again rises nervously to her

necklace.

EDWARD

They all think you look very

beautiful, Vivian.

Vivian gives him a grateful look. Relaxing, she lowers her hand

from the necklace. With a flourish, he offers his arm. She

takes it. They start forward.

INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE BOX – NIGHT

Edward and Vivian take their seats in a box high above the stage.

VIVIAN

If it’s in Italian, how will I know

what they’re saying?

EDWARD

I’ll whisper some of the main parts

of the story to you. But you’ll be

surprised how much you understand.

The music conveys the story more

powerfully than any words.

VIVIAN

But don’t they have it in English?

EDWARD

Vivian, don’t be afraid of what you

don’t know. That’s the fun of it.

The lights dim.

VIVIAN

(resigned)

Okay. Even if I hate it, I’m glad you

brought me.

The orchestra begins to play. Vivian’s eyes focus intensely

on the stage, as if a new world is about to be revealed to her.

INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE STATE – NIGHT

IN A MONTAGE OF IMAGES AND MUSIC – LA BOHEME is performed. The

lights from the stage dance across Vivian’s face. Edward leans

over to translate the tenor’s aria.

EDWARD

What am I? I am a poet. Not a man

of wealth but one rich in dreams.

You have come to replace my vanished

dreams. I dwell now only in your

eyes.

The MUSIC ebbs and swells. The sets and costumes change. The

story continues. Edward again leans close to Vivian.

EDWARD

And now she asks Rudolpho if he still

thinks her beautiful —

Vivian raises a hand and gently covers Edward’s mouth. Her eyes

are fixed on the stage. She doesn’t need his help. The emotions

building inside Vivian swell as the music is reaching its tragic

climax. Her lips tremble. Her eyes fill with tears. Edward

glances at her. He studies her a long moment, watching the

emotions play unashamedly across her face. Strangely moved, he

takes Vivian’s hand. As the opera ends, they are both swept away

by it.

INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE BOX – NIGHT

As the lights come up, Vivian wipes off her tear-ruined mascara.

She sighs, happy. The WOMEN in the next box smile at her.

OLDER WOMAN

Did you enjoy the opera, dear?

VIVIAN

(tearfully)

It was so beautiful I just about

pissed my pants.

Edward smiles at the now shocked looking Older Woman and he and

the still misty Vivian exit.

INT. CORPORATE JET – NIGHT – LATER

Edward and Vivian sit side by side.

EDWARD

If you’d gone on about how much you

liked it, I’m not sure I’d have

believed you.

VIVIAN

I more than liked it.

EDWARD

I know. I’m glad.

VIVIAN

Did you?

EDWARD

Yes. I’ve never enjoyed it more.

Thank you.

Vivian looks at him a moment. And then, leaning slowly forward

she kisses him gently on the mouth. He looks at her surprise.

He puts his arms around her and kisses her back. It is the first

time they’ve kissed and they make it very special.

EXT. CORPORATE JET – NIGHT

The plane flies in the night. Back to L.A.

INT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – NIGHT

IN A SERIES OF CROSS FADES Edward and Vivian make love. Equally

giving, equally taking. No masks, no shields.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – NIGHT – LATER

In the darkened bedroom, Edward and Vivian lie together. Edward

cradles Vivian. Her back rests against his chest. His arm is

over her body. She takes Edward’s hand in her hands and carefully

examines it; marveling at the fingers, the tiny hairs on the

back. She gently kisses the palm.

VIVIAN

Love you…

She clutches Edward’s hand tightly to her breast. She closes

her eyes, ready to sleep now.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – ANGLE ON EDWARD – NIGHT

His eyes open. Vivian’s whispered endearment has filled with

him with sudden confusion and uncertainty. He stares into the

dark, wondering what to do with the woman in his arms.

INT. PENTHOUSE – OUTDOOR PATIO – MORNING

The phone rings. Edward immediately reaches out and picks it

up. He is dressed in a robe. Breakfast is on the umbrella’d

table in front of him.

EDWARD

Yes?

INT. STUCKEY’S HOME – LIBRARY- MORNING – INTERCUT

Stuckey, not even dressed yet, paces around his desk.

STUCKEY

Did I wake you?

EDWARD

I’m up.

STUCKEY

I had to call. I jus got off the

phone with James Kross. Get this.

He wants to see you. Today.

EDWARD

Why?

STUCKEY

He wouldn’t say. Edward… I think

we got him. His nuts are on the block

and we got him.

(silence)

You there?

EDWARD

Give me twenty minutes.

STUCKEY

We’ll be there. Listen, if he’s

really caving in, we’ll go from there

down to the office. I want him to

commit his stock to us this morning.

Edward hangs up. His mind seems on other things. He rises.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – MORNING

Vivian is still asleep. She is face down on the bed, the sheets

just covering her to her waist. Edward stares down at her. He

gently reaches out and runs a finger down the soft line of her

spine. Vivian murmurs contentedly.

VIVIAN

Mmm.

(opening her eyes; looking

at him)

Hi.

Edward smiles at her softly. And then:

EDWARD

Better get dressed. We’re having

guests.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – DAY

Vivian is wearing her yellow dress. She stares at herself in

the bedroom mirror. Her hair… her make-up… she realizes

how different she is now, realizes that she likes it. Edward

comes out of the bathroom. He crosses to the closet for a tie.

VIVIAN

Here. Let me.

She comes over, starts to tie his tie for him. He is very aware

of the closeness of her. She smiles at him. He smiles; puts

his hand on her stopping her for a moment. Looking up, she sees

that he is serious now; no more jokes. He releases her hand.

EDWARD

(quietly)

One more night and you’re finally rid

of me.

VIVIAN

Yeah, you’ve been pretty tough to

take.

EDWARD

I have to go to New York tomorrow.

Vivian says nothing.

EDWARD (CONT’D)

But I’ll be back in Los Angeles. Soon.

I’d like to see you again. I thought

we could work out something… An

arrangement. Vivian is silent.

EDWARD (CONT’D)

I’ll get you an apartment, buy you a

car —

Vivian sighs, letting something go inside. Finished with his

tie, she turns away.

EDWARD (CONT’D)

What is it?

VIVIAN

(not unkindly)

What else? You gonna leave some cash

by the bed when you pass through town?

EDWARD

It wouldn’t be like that. I want to

get you off the street. You’ll have

a different kind of life. What’s

wrong with that?

VIVIAN

I’m sorry. That’s very sweet,

Edward, and I know you mean it… She

is silent.

EDWARD

Vivian, I’ve thought about this a

lot. This is the best solution.

VIVIAN

(shakes her head “no,” then

continues tying his tie)

When I was a little girl, my mother

locked me in the attic when I was bad,

which was pretty often. I’d stare out

the window up there and make believe

I was a princess trapped in the tower

by the wicked queen. Then suddenly

a knight on a white horse with his

bright colors flying would ride up.

Rescue me from the tower, and then

we’d ride off… but never, ever in

all the times I had that dream did the

knight say, “Come on baby, I’ll put

you up in a great condo.” She finished

his tie.

EDWARD

Vivian, life’s not a fairy tale.

VIVIAN

(softly; to herself)

I know.

(a beat)

Hey, don’t mind me. I’m being

stupid.

(more)

I’ll think about it, okay? It’s a

real good offer for a whore.

EDWARD

I’ve never treated you like a whore.

VIVIAN

(not mean)

You just did.

The doorbell suddenly rings in the living room.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM – DAY

Edward enters the living room. Vivian slowly enters behind

him. Edward opens the front door. Mr. Kross slowly enters.

He looks very old and tired; so much so that Edward has to mask

his surprise.

KROSS

Mr. Harris.

EDWARD

How are you, Mr. Kross.

KROSS

Not bad for a man who hasn’t slept in

four nights. I’ll get used to it.

An angry, reluctant looking David Kross is behind his father.

Stuckey brings up the rear. Edward and David give one another

perfunctory nod. Stuckey smugly winks at Edward. Edward

closes the door and leads them all down the stairs. Vivian is

very troubled at Kross’s appearance. He gently nods at Vivian.

KROSS

Young lady.

VIVIAN

Hello.

(to David)

Hi.

DAVID

Hello, Vivian.

STUCKEY

Let’s not waste time here, shall we?

Mr. Kross, you said this morning, you

wished to speak with Mr. Harris. Mr.

Harris is now listening.

Kross has to fight down his humiliation at Stuckey’s tone. He

turns to Edward.

KROSS

Yes. I’m here to tell you that I’ve

reconsidered my position on your

acquisition offer.

EDWARD

Expected… offer.

KROSS

Of course, yes. After the expected

filing period is over, I’m going to

recommend to the board that we accept

your bid.

EDWARD

(a moment)

You’re making the right decision,

sir.

Stuckey glances triumphantly at Edward. He is surprised to see

that there doesn’t seem to be any victory in Edward’s face.

Edward is silent. Kross interprets his silence as second

thoughts.

KROSS

I’ll see you on one condition. I’m not

so concerned for me but the people who

have worked for me…

Vivian is disturbed watching this tired looking man.

STUCKEY

(quickly)

They’ll be taken care of. Won’t

they, Edward?

Kross ignores Stuckey. He looks to Edward. Edward slowly

nods.

KROSS

I’ll sign anything you want then.

STUCKEY

Today.

Kross nods tiredly. His voice is very soft.

KROSS

Today.

Vivian abruptly turns and disappears into the bedroom,

obviously upset. The men all watch her go. Edward hesitates.

He turns to Kross:

EDWARD

Excuse me, please? He heads to the

bedroom.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – DAY

Vivian is sitting on the bed, on the phone.

VIVIAN

Hello. Is Kit DeLuca there? When she

comes in will you have her call Vivian

Wells at 560-30000. Yes. Okay.

She hangs up as Edward comes in.

VIVIAN

What did you do to him?

EDWARD

What do you mean?

VIVIAN

Last time I saw him he was this strong

guy. Now he’s beaten. And you liked

him.

EDWARD

Vivian, I want you to listen to me.

The man realized that it would be

better for his future and his son’s

future, if he cooperated.

VIVIAN

Right.

EDWARD

It’s not your concern. It’s…

business, that’s all.

VIVIAN

Business.

EDWARD

Yes. The man made a business

decision.

VIVIAN

It’s all just business to you. Him.

Me. Your life. Everything’s

business.

EDWARD

It’s what I do for a living. It’s how

I make money. Silence.

EDWARD

I’ll be back in a few hours. We’ll

talk about this later.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM – DAY

Edward enters the living room. The men look at him expectantly.

EDWARD

We’ll continue this down at the

office.

He heads for the door.

EXT. PENTHOUSE PATIO – DAY

Vivian stands at the railing, unhappily looking out at the city

beyond. The phone RINGS. She turns and hurries inside.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM – DAY

Vivian answers the phone.

VIVIAN

Lo?

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – DAY – INTERCUT

Mr. Thomas is standing behind the front desk, a rather strained

expression on his face.

MR. THOMAS

Barnard Thomas here. Miss Vivian, I

wonder if you might come down to the

front desk. There’s someone here to

see you.

VIVIAN

Me?

MR. THOMAS

I’d send them up, but sadly, I don’t

trust the young lady to find you on

her own.

A hand reaches out and wrenches the phone away from Mr. Thomas.

Kit, heavy make-up, skimpy outfit, chewing gum, cigarette and

all, keeps her voice just below a bellow.

KIT

Viv? Where are you, babe?

(glaring at Mr. Thomas)

The sphincter-police won’t let me

through.

INT. HOTEL LOUNGE – DAY

Kit finishes slurping on a big, frosty ice cream soda. She

smacks her lips like a happy, little girl. Vivian isn’t having

anything.

VIVIAN

Yes, I’m glad you’re clean but I’ve

been calling and calling.

KIT

Was that you?

VIVIAN

Who did you think?

KIT

Carlos. I still owe him two hundred

bucks…

VIVIAN

Kit, I left that money for you days

ago.

KIT

Yeah. I just got it. An OLDER COUPLE

walk past the table. They stare at

Kit.

KIT

Fifty bucks, grampa. For

seventy-five, the wife can watch.

Horrified, the elderly couple hurry

away.

VIVIAN

Kit…

KIT

Everybody keeps starin’ at me.

VIVIAN

Yeah… I know what you mean.

KIT

What do you know? You look good. All

dressed up.

(meaning it)

You clean up real nice.

(giggling)

You sure don’t fit in down on the

Boulevard, lookin’ like you do. Not

that you ever did anyway.

VIVIAN

You think I fit here where they just

about chew your food for you?

KIT

Where do you fit? Vivian is silent,

then.

VIVIAN

(suddenly)

I kissed him, Kit. On the mouth.

KIT

Honey, you’re not supposed to do

that.

VIVIAN

I know. I stopped pretending and

started liking it with him for real.

KIT

Oh, my god, you mean it was good?

VIVIAN

(miserably)

It was great.

KIT

Dummy.

VIVIAN

He wants to set me up in a place, give

me some money.

KIT

I pray for that.

VIVIAN

(nods)

All I’m doing is feeling lousy about

it. I don’t know what to do. What

do I do, Kit?

KIT

Go for the bucks.

VIVIAN

I don’t care about bucks.

(a beat)

I might love this guy.

KIT

Wow, are you in deep shit.

(a sigh)

You know he’ll break your heart.

Vivian is silent again.

KIT (CONT’D)

I blame myself here. First time I

laid eyes on ya’, I knew you were too

complicated to be a whore.

Vivian nods. Her face is filled with confusion.

INT. BROKERAGE HOUSE – CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY

Edward stands at the window looking out. There is something

about his somber demeanor that both reflects the look we’ve just

seen on Vivian and suggests the way we saw him at the top of

the story. Jake enters, a pile of papers under his arm. He

begins laying them out on the conference table.

JAKE

Congratulations, sir.

EDWARD

What?

JAKE

Mr. Kross is just getting off the

phone with his stock broker. It’s

finished. You’ve won. Edward says

nothing.

JAKE

Who are you going after next, sir?

EDWARD

Who indeed…

He turns as Stuckey, James and David Kross, and Vance enter the

room. They surround a conference table. Kross sits, the

papers laid out in front of him. Stuckey hands Kross a pen.

A SECRETARY lays out finger food. They wait for her to leave

before they speak.

STUCKEY

If we can get these letters of intent

out of the way now… Mr. Harris and

I would like to ask you some questions

about your company.

DAVID

Dad, excuse me, but that’s

inappropriate. You’re under no

obligation to answer any questions at

all.

KROSS

Could we at least wait till after the

filing period?

Stuckey glances to Edward for help. Edward is silent; indeed

it’s as if something is twisting inside of him. Stuckey plunges

ahead.

STUCKEY

Mr. Harris is preparing a bid based

on our speculation of the

corporation’s net worth. The price

he ultimately pays for your father’s

stock will be based on that bid. The

more we know, the higher our bid can

be.

KROSS

It’s in my best interest to

cooperate, David.

DAVID

If he throws himself on your sword,

you promise to take care of him and

his family, huh? David stares at him.

STUCKEY

That’s unfair!

DAVID

You bed it is.

(to Edward)

You’re everything he said you were.

(to his father)

Do what you have to do, Dad. Just

don’t expect me to watch it.

He exits. A moment. Kross looks at Edward with a resigned

smile.

KROSS

He’s young. He hasn’t learned how to

lose gracefully yet. I’ll sign your

papers. And I’ll answer your

questions. Whatever you want.

He sighs. He picks up the pen. He’s about to sign.

EDWARD

Stop. For just a moment.

(a moment)

Mr. Kross, I’d like to ask you a few

questions before you sign. You

realize that you’re a target. If you

weren’t mine, you’d be someone elses,

correct?

KROSS

Yes.

EDWARD

If you had a… reprieve, what would

do?

STUCKEY

(quickly)

I don’t think there’s any sense in —

EDWARD

Let him answer.

KROSS

I… I would take advantage of it.

EDWARD

How?

Kross looks uncertain. He gropes for an answer.

KROSS

I… I don’t know. There… there

wasn’t time…

EDWARD

I suppose you’d find out soon enough

that you have assets you presently

don’t seem aware of, wouldn’t you?

The waste processing licenses at that

abandoned shipyard of yours, you’d

certainly find out about that.

Surprise suddenly flares in

Stuckey’s eyes.

STUCKEY

Oh, my god… Edward, no!

EDWARD

I suppose you’d use them as

collateral on new loans, wouldn’t

you?

STUCKEY

Have you lost your mind?

KROSS

(to Stuckey)

Quiet.

(to Edward)

Would I get the loans?

EDWARD

This time I imagine you would, yes.

(as if thinking about it)

Hmm…

(a moment)

With all this in mind, Mr. Kross, I

can’t logically make a formal bid on

your company, can I?

KROSS

(a small smile)

You’d be initiating a financial

battle you’d ultimately lose, Mr.

Harris.

EDWARD

You’re very right. I think the best

thing we could all do is go home.

STUCKEY

What!?

EDWARD

Have a good day, gentlemen. He exits

from the room. Stuckey follows.

INT. BROKERAGE HOUSE – DAY

Edward is walking down the hall. Stuckey comes out of the

office and calls after him.

STUCKEY

(calls)

Edward, what happened? What kind of

move was that?

Edward silently goes into the elevators. The doors close.

STUCKEY

(yells)

Dammit Edward, speak to me. Stuckey

heads back to the conference room.

EXT. OFFICE BUILDING – LATE AFTERNOON

Edward comes out of the building. His Chauffeur leaps to open

the limo door.

EDWARD

No… take the car back to the hotel.

I need to walk. He sets off across

Century Park East.

INT. PENTHOUSE – EVENING

Vivian is in the living room, pacing, edgy, the doorbell rings.

She turns. It rings again. She opens it. Stuckey is standing

outside with a small briefcase. He looks agitated. He tries

to hide it.

STUCKEY

Well, well… Hello again. I’m

looking for Edward. Vivian just

stares at him.

VIVIAN

Edward’s not back. I thought he was

with you.

Stuckey walks past her and down the steps into the living room.

STUCKEY

No, I’ll just have to wait then, won’t

I?

There is a bar set up. Stuckey sets his briefcase down. He

crosses to the bar.

STUCKEY (CONT’D)

Mind if I have a drink?

VIVIAN

No.

He pours liquor in a glass. He fires it down. It seems to calm

him a bit.

STUCKEY

Do you want to know what he did? Do

you want to know what the crazy son

of a bitch did? He handed the whole

thing back to Kross! On a silver

platter. For no reason! What was

he thinking, I mean, what was going

through his goddam head? Why?

(pours another drink)

What was all that benevolent crap?

What are we going to become, a

philanthropic foundation? I’ll

probably be the director of several

worthwhile charities.

VIVIAN

I think it’s great. Stuckey glares at

Vivian.

STUCKEY

I bet. A lousy whore and you’re the

gum in a hundred million dollar deal.

VIVIAN

(mocking)

Aw, come on, Bill. It’s just

business.

He looks at her a moment.

STUCKEY

But what do I know, maybe you’re worth

it. Come on, show me. Let’s see your

act. He grabs her wrist.

VIVIAN

Get out!

STUCKEY

Don’t worry. I’ll pay for it. What

a you charge? Huh? Twenty, thirty,

fifty bucks, maybe? Are you a fifty

dollar whore?

He tries to kiss her and pulls her down on the couch on top of

him.

VIVIAN

Are you crazy?

She bites his hand. Stuckey slaps her. Vivian starts flailing

back. But Stuckey is too strong. Vivian staggers back at the

force of another slap. Stuckey slams her up against a wall and

starts rubbing up against her.

STUCKEY

You got a mean streak in you, don’t

you.

He tries to kiss her again.

STUCKEY (CONT’D)

Is that what he likes about you? Huh?

Answer me!

And suddenly a HAND lands on Stuckey’s shoulder. Stuckey turns

his head, startled.

INT. PENTHOUSE – REVERSE ANGLE – STUCKEY’S P.O.V.

Edward, murder in his eyes, belts Stuckey across the room.

INT. PENTHOUSE – NIGHT – BACK TO SCENE

Stuckey falls on the ground. Edward rushes forward, berserk

with rage, to hit Stuckey again. His fist hits the top of

Stuckey’s head, hurting Edward’s hand more than Stuckey’s

skull. Vivian rushes out of room to bathroom. Again Stuckey

tries to rise. Edward kicks him in the butt, sends him

headfirst into the bar. Glasses and bottles CRASH to the floor.

Stuckey again tries to rise. And collapses. Edward rubs his

fist. They’re not used to this violence and both stare at each

other panting.

STUCKEY

You broke my nose.

EDWARD

I think I broke my hand.

(a beat)

You’re fired.

STUCKEY

Edward, we’ve been together ten

years.

EDWARD

And I don’t like what we’ve become.

I’ll cover any losses you have on this

one. Now get out, you asshole!

STUCKEY

All this because of that whore!

EDWARD

Yes.

Edward pushes Stuckey out the door and throws his briefcase

after him.

STUCKEY

Edward, think about what you’re

Edward slams the door in his face.

Edward stands there, reflecting on

what he’s done.

EDWARD

(to himself, almost proud)

Well, I didn’t plan that!

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM – NIGHT – LATER

Edward holds an icepack to Vivian’s cheek.

VIVIAN

Why do guys always know how to hit a

woman? Right across the cheek,

wham, so it feels like your eye is

gonna explode. What do they do, take

you all aside in high school and show

you how? It pisses me off!

EDWARD

Not all men hit. And no one is going

to hit you anymore.

VIVIAN

Right.

(softening)

You’re quite the Sir Galahad today,

aren’t ya’?

(a beat)

I heard what you did with Kross.

EDWARD

It was a business decision. Vivian

looks at him.

EDWARD

I got tired of hating my father.

VIVIAN

(a small smile)

It was good.

EDWARD

It felt good.

Edward looks on the bed at her suitcases.

EDWARD

You’re packing.

VIVIAN

(nods)

I’m leaving.

(a moment)

Don’t ya see? If I stay with you like

you want me to, there’ll always be

some guy, your friends eve, treatin’

me like that… thinkin’ they’re

allowed to. What are you gonna do,

fight’m all? No. I’ll take my money

now, please.

A moment. Edward reaches for his wallet. He counts out bills.

He places them in Vivian’s suitcase. He puts his arms around

Vivian.

VIVIAN

Aw, don’t… no…

EDWARD

Stay with me tonight. Not because

you’re being paid to. Stay with me

because you want to.

VIVIAN

I do. I do want to. That’s why I’m

leaving.

(turning to him)

That’s what you given me, see? I know

what I want now. I want a guy like

you for real. Not because you buy me

things and give me money. The nicest

thing you ever done for me is hold my

hand. You gonna give me that? Edward

is silent.

VIVIAN

I didn’t think so.

EDWARD

Vivian…

VIVIAN

It’s not your fault. You’re right.

Kit’s right.

(looks him right in the eye)

But I want the fairy tale.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – EVENING

Vivian comes out of the elevators. A BELLMAN sees her and

springs forward, reaching for her bags.

BELLMAN

Let me take those, miss.

VIVIAN

Thanks.

Vivian sees Mr. Thomas behind the front desk.

VIVIAN

I’ll be out front in a minute. I got

a cab comin’. The bellman moves away.

Vivian walks to the front desk.

VIVIAN

Hi, Barney!

MR. THOMAS

(looking up)

Miss Vivian.

VIVIAN

Look I just wanted to say goodbye.

MR. THOMAS

Mr. Harris doesn’t check out until

tomorrow.

VIVIAN

Yeah, well, I check out today.

MR. THOMAS

You’re not accompanying him to New

York?

VIVIAN

(lightly)

Come on, Barney, you and me live in

the real world.

(a beat)

You don’t know how to treat a girl

like anything but a lady, Mr. Thomas.

MR. THOMAS

Certain ladies make that very easy…

Vivian.

(turning to the desk clerk)

John, call a limousine for our guest,

please. Have it take her anywhere

she wishes to go. Bill the hotel.

(turning back to Vivian)

See you again sometime soon.

Vivian smiles softly at him. She turns and walks for the door.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. – DAY

A long silver limo drives down Hollywood Blvd.

INT. LIMO – DAY

The LIMO DRIVER pushes the button that rolls down the screen

between back and front seats.

DRIVER

You’re sure this is the right street,

ma’am?

VIVIAN

Yes. 1312. It’s a big apartment

building.

EXT. VIVIAN’S APARTMENT BUILDING – DAY

The limo pulls to a stop in front of a rundown apartment building

on a dirty Hollywood side street. The Limo Driver, a large

Latino man, steps out of the car and walks around to the

passenger door. As he does, he surveys the surroundings

uncomfortably. Ths is rough neighborhood. He opens the door.

Vivian steps out.

LIMO DRIVER

Maybe I should go with you. This

doesn’t look like a good place for a

lady to be alone.

Several PEOPLE pass. All of them stare at the car, at the

driver, at Vivian in her lovely clothes.

VIVIAN

I’ll be okay. I’m home. Thank you.

The driver, confused, watches her hurry up the steps to the

apartment building. He drives off.

INT. APARTMENT LOBBY – DAY

Vivian walks toward her apartment. The Landlord is sitting at

the front desk in a dirty undershirt.

LANDLORD

Hey, we announce guests here. You a

relative of somebody? Vivian lowers

her sunglasses.

LANDLORD (CONT’D)

Viv — is that you?

VIVIAN

Yeah, it’s me.

She keeps walking.

LANDLORD

You lookin’ good, Viv’. Nice

threads. I gotta find time to shop.

INT. PENTHOUSE – DAY

Edward stands at the penthouse window, looking out. He is

dressed now, ready for travel. There is something about his

expression, his somber demeanor that suggests the way we saw

him at the very top of the story. A BELLMAN enters from the

bedroom, rolling a luggage loaded dolly along in front of him.

BELLMAN

Is that everything, sir?

EDWARD

(turning from the window)

That’s everything.

The Bellman exits, closing the door behind him. The phone

rings. Edward crosses to it, picks it up. The Maid comes in,

looks around.

MAID

The lady, she go?

EDWARD

Yes. She go.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – DAY

Edward with the Bellhop heads to the front door. He’s leaving.

BELLHOP

Do you have a car taking you to the

airport, sir?

EDWARD

Yes.

INT. VIVIAN’S APARTMENT – BEDROOM – DAY

Vivian, looking fresh scrubbed without make-up, is wearing

clean jeans, a nice looking shirt and a suit jacket. Her

bureau’s are open. She is packing. Kit is watching. She

takes the photo of her and Kit dressed up hot in hooker clothes

and packs it.

KIT

So whatta’ you going to do in San

Francisco?

VIVIAN

Get a job and probably go back to

school. Figure out what I’m gonna

be.

KIT

What kind of school?

VIVIAN

School, school. Regular. I used to

get pretty good grades in school, you

know.

KIT

So did I. I made it with the

principal.

(recites)

Study hard And get a “B.” Lift your

dress and an “A” you’ll see. They both

laugh but too hard.

VIVIAN

Want a pair of boots?

KIT

Do I!? Momma!

Taking them, she sits on the bed and puts them on.

VIVIAN

You sure you won’t come with me?

KIT

And leave all this? Not in a

million.

They laugh together.

KIT (CONT’D)

What time’s your bus?

VIVIAN

Couple a hours.

KIT

Yeah. Well… I gotta split.

Goodbye’s make me crazy.

VIVIAN

Cool your jets a second.

(going to her purse)

Here’s some money.

KIT

No. You took care of rent, that’s

enough.

VIVIAN

I want to. For food, got it? Eat

something before the wind blows you

away.

KIT

I’m gonna pay you back next time I see

ya, babe. Just wait, I’m gonna do

something real nice for you some day.

They hug.

KIT (CONT’D)

Shit, I’m gettin’ all weepy now. Kit

begins backing out of the room.

KIT (CONT’D)

Take care of you, okay? Take care of

you. Love ya… Kit turns and

hurries out of the apartment.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD – DAY

Kit enters the falafel stand on Hollywood Boulevard.

INT. FALAFEL STAND – DAY

Kit enters, sits at the counter.

KIT

Coffee, Chan. And maybe a grilled

cheese on white, okay?

A very young GIRL is sitting just down the counter from Kit.

Kit nods at her.

KIT

Hey, how you doin’. You new, huh?

GIRL

Yeah. Got a cigarette?

KIT

Sure.

She passes the girl down the pack. She strikes a match, lights

her cigarette for her. The girl inhales deep, lets it out with

a sigh. She looks towards the window.

GIRL

Jeez, did the wacko in the suit. Kit

turns to look.

KIT’S P.O.V. – HOLLYWOOD BLVD.

Outside, across the street, Edward has accosted two

PROSTITUTES; one blonde, one a red haired black one.

INT. FALAFEL STAND – DAY – BACK TO SCENE

Kit rises.

KIT

Chan? Keep the sandwich warm, I’ll

be back.

She heads out the door.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD – DAY

Edward is still talking to the prostitutes.

EDWARD

I’m looking for a girl, Vivian,

young, dark hair, big eyes…? They

shake their heads.

EDWARD

She’s mouthy. Sort of difficult…?

PROSTITUTE 1

Ain’t seen her, wouldn’t know her.

PROSTITUTE 2

What’s wrong with us, man? Two for

the price a one, what ya say?

EDWARD

(disappointed)

Thank you. No.

They turn and walk away. Edward stands there, not knowing what

to do next. He looks discouraged and lost.

KIT (O.S.)

Edward Harris, as I live and breathe!

Edward quickly turns to find Kit staring at him. Kit smiles,

triumphantly.

KIT (CONT’D)

Yeah. Boy, you’re just like she

said.

She turns and starts away. She stops, turns back.

KIT (CONT’D)

You comin’ or not? I don’t got all

day, I got a grilled cheese waitin’.

Edward follows Kit.

INT. VIVIAN’S APARTMENT – DAY

Vivian sits on her bed, lost in thought. Her bags are packed,

ready to go. With a sigh she rises. She picks up the bags,

exits the room. Vivian stands in the dreary living room, looking

at it, taking it all in for the last time. She suddenly looks

more than a little bit frightened to be leaving. She musters

resolve. She goes to the door, opens it and exits, closing it

behind her. Silence. Vivian suddenly comes back in. She puts

down her bags. She crosses to the kitchen where she takes

coffee can/piggy bank from the shelf. She puts some more bills

into it, places it back where Kit will find it. She turns and

starts again for the door. She stops. She hears something.

MUSIC. An aria from La Boheme. Faint. Seemingly coming from

nowhere. She dismisses it — she’s hearing things. She opens

the door. Stops. The music is louder and getting louder now

— it’s not her imagination. She hurries over to the window.

EXT. VIVIAN’S APARTMENT BUILDING – DAY

Vivian comes out onto the fire escape. She stares in wonder.

A snow white limo comes up the street. A necktie has been tied

to the antennae like a knight’s token. The MUSIC from La Boheme

is BLARING from the car’s stereo. Edward is standing on the

car’s seat, his head and body up through the open sunroof. The

wind blows at his hair. He is smiling. Everywhere on the street

people are staring; the BUMS, the PUSHERS, the PASSERBY’S, the

TOURISTS. Vivian doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The car

comes to a stop in front of the Vivian’s building. Vivian’s

landlord comes out the front door. His eyes go wide in

disbelief. Edward disembarks from the limo by coming up through

the sunroof. He leaps nimbly to the ground. He crosses to the

entrance of the alleyway, looking up at Vivian on the fire

escape.

VIVIAN

You are really lost this time. Edward

wordlessly holds up a hand for her.

With a sudden cry of joy, Vivian comes down the fire escape.

She stops at the bottom stair. Edward comes forward and sweeps

her into his arms. They kiss. He carries her to the limo as

if she’s weightless. Her feet never touch the ground. The car

door closes behind them. The limo drives away.

The people of the street watch it go.

THE END