Catwoman Page #4

Season #1 Episode #2

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SALLY:

Watch the frown lines, you'll need a lift beforeyou're forty.

(CONTINUED)

16.

CONTINUED:

PATIENCE:

He's right, I'm not even presentable enough to be

an accountant. Maybe the church needs a new bell-

ringer.

SALLY:

Look, he was just in a bad mood. Sales are down,

his marriage is on the rocks -

PATIENCE:

How do you know that?

SALLY:

I have an enquiring mind. This is "Nympho," veryhot, I snagged it from the showroom...

She opens a tube of LIPSTICK, starts applying it expertly toPatience's lips as she speaks.

SALLY:

Laurel's losing her looks, she's dumber than hercockapoo --buzz is, Georges is trading her in fornext year's model. All I'm saying is, by now he'sprobably forgotten about canning you.

PATIENCE:

I don't care. No way am I going back there.

SALLY:

Shut up, you'll smear... voila, now suck yourfinger.

Patience puts her finger in her mouth, pulls it out with apop, to keep the lipstick off her teeth. She studies the

residue on her finger.

PATIENCE:

I can't believe we put this stuff on our mouths.

Grease, acid and ground-up fish scales... who knowswhat they put in our mascara...

SALLY:

No wonder you never made it in sales.

ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW BEHIND THEM, as a long LIMOUSINE passes.

17.

INT. LIMOUSINE -DAY

LAUREL is fixing her make-up meticulously in a COMPACTMIRROR, looking for signs of the dreaded zit. GEORGES is

flipping through AD LAYOUT BOARDS. WESLEY, a weaselyASSISTANT, is seated between them, going over an electronicappointment book. A CHAUFFEUR, ANGEL in the passenger seat.

WESLEY:

You're both scheduled to appear at the Make-Overs

for the Homeless event on the 25th -

GEORGES:

Ugh. That one's yours, Laurel.

WESLEY:

The ballet opens the following Friday -

GEORGES:

(re:
the ad boards)

These look good, Wesley, send them back to the

agency.

LAUREL closes the compact, leans across to catch a glimpse.

LAUREL:

May I see?

GEORGES:

You wouldn't be interested.

LAUREL:

Please, Georges?

She tugs a board away, then sucks in her breath seeing -

AN AD featuring DRINA, a gorgeous young model, nearly nude.

We see a tube of MASCARA with the AVENAL LOGO.

GEORGES:

That's Drina.

LAUREL:

She's... pretty.

GEORGES:

She's magnificent.

GEORGES takes the board back, LAUREL looks a little sick.

(CONTINUED)

18.

CONTINUED:

LAUREL:

Well, I'm still the face of Avenal... aren't I?

GEORGES:

(smiling indulgently)

You've had a remarkably long shelf life, it's true.

But... every product has an expiration date.

Laurel bites her lip, looks out the window, close to tears.

A PHONE is ringing, ANGEL answers in front. Georges' handsare still full with the ads piled around him.

ANGEL:

Uh, sir, it's Dave Berger in accounting.

GEORGES:

Who? I don't talk to bean-counters.

ANGEL:

He says it's urgent.

GEORGES:

All right, Angel, put it on speaker.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. AVENAL HQ -BERGER'S OFFICE -DAY

BERGER peers at his TERMINAL, a half-eaten SANDWICH nearby.

He's marked up the PRINT-OUTS that Patience brought him.

BERGER:

(on phone)

Mr. Avenal --I hate to bother you, sir, but we

have a problem. It seems the lab has been

overproducing YP-3 --that's the anti-agingingredient inBeaunique -

GEORGES:

Why are you telling me this? It's routine to have

a surplus -

(CONTINUED)

19.

CONTINUED:

BERGER:

We've stockpiled over a thousand gallons, enough tolast us well into the 29th Century.

GEORGES:

Perhaps that is a trifle optimistic -

BERGER:

And very expensive. Funding seems to have beensiphoned out of the employee pension plan -

GEORGES:

Impossible, this has to be an error. Are youresponsible for this data?

BERGER:

Well, actually Patience Price brought the matter to

myattention -

GEORGES:

Yes, yes, I'm familiar with Ms. Price. Obviouslyher bookkeeping is as sloppy as her appearance.

BERGER:

Sir, she's a very reliable employee -

GEORGES:

I've heard enough, Berger. In the future, double-

check your figures before you waste my time --and

then put it in a memo.

WITH BERGER:

BERGER:

(on phone)

In all fairness, Mr. Avenal, I think -

BEEP. He's talking to a dial tone. Berger hangs up,

frustrated and chagrined.

CUT TO:

20.

EXT. SHOPPING DISTRICT -DAY

START on a JEWELRY DISPLAY, a ritzy DIAMOND NECKLACE.

SALLY's face appears in the window, beaming.

SALLY:

Wow... sorry, Patience, I just found a new bestfriend.

PATIENCE, beside her, WHISTLES appreciatively, then moves on.

PATIENCE:

I'm sick of drooling over things I'll never have.

The two are WINDOW-SHOPPING, passing a SHOE STORE, bootsand high-heels... A WESTERNWEAR SHOP, belt buckles, WHIPS...

SALLY:

Oh, you're a ray of sunshine. Tell you what, letme take you clubbing this weekend -

PATIENCE:

I'm not sure I'm fit to be seen in public.

SALLY:

You will be in that dress. I've had my eye on itfor weeks.

SALLY points at a MANNEQUIN in the window of a trendyboutique, garbed in a dramatic, sexy outfit --a short

bodice, a tiny skirt, plenty of plastic skin showing.

PATIENCE:

Sally, that is not a dress, it's a rumor of adress. It's barely forensic evidence of a dress.

SALLY:

It's a genuine Gaultier knock-off -

PATIENCE:

It's not me.

SALLY:

But don't you ever wanna be somebody else?

PATIENCE:

I just wish I could be ten years old again --it

didn't matter what I wore as long as I could climba tree in it.

(CONTINUED)

21.

CONTINUED:

SALLY:

Your tomboy days are over.

PATIENCE:

That's my bus, Sal, see you later.

PATIENCE trots toward a BUS, SALLY calls after her.

SALLY:

This weekend, Patience. I swear, I'm gonna makeyou have fun if it kills you...

As Sally moves on, CAMERA LINGERS ON the window of A LINGERIE

STORE, scantily-clad MANNEQUINS, including one in BLACKUNDIES and a CAT MASK.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BERGER'S TOWNHOUSE -NIGHT

DAVE BERGER, the accountant, dressed casually, gets out of aCAB and heads into his modest home.

INT. BERGER'S TOWNHOUSE -NIGHT

Berger SNIFFS the air quizzically as he lets himself in.

He moves toward the KITCHEN. In the kitchen DOORWAY, he

fumbles for a LIGHT SWITCH, flicks it on and -

EXT. BERGER'S TOWNHOUSE -NIGHT

KA-BOOM! The WINDOWS BLOW OUT with a HUGE EXPLOSION.

ACROSS THE STREET, a BLACK MERCEDES pulls from the curb,

HEADLIGHTS OFF, and ACCELERATES away.

CUT TO:

INT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING -HALLWAY -NIGHT

PATIENCE moves to her apartment door, arms loaded withGROCERIES. She struggles to unlock the door while keepingthese upright --we see a "HELLO KITTY" emblem on her keychain. As soon as the door is open -

--MIDNIGHT BOLTS out into the hall, a black streak movingtoward the stairs and darting upward.

(CONTINUED)

22.

CONTINUED:

PATIENCE:

Midnight! You little monster -

Patience tosses her groceries in the door, leaving it ajar,

and runs after the cat.

A few moments after she's vanished up the stairs, we hearFOOTSTEPS from below and...

ANGEL, Georges Avenal's menacing bodyguard, appears in thehallway. He moves purposefully for Patience's door, pushesit open and steps inside. Midnight just saved her neck.

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