Erin Brockovich
INT. DR. JAFFE'S OFFICE - DAY
A successful-looking doctor sits behind a desk in a well-
appointed office. He's looking at someone off-camera.
DR. JAFFE
Uh, but you have no actual medical
training?
ERIN:
(off)
No. I have kids. Learned a lot right
there. I've seen nurses give my son
a throat culture. I mean what is it --
you stick a giant Q-tip down their
throat and wait. Or a urine analysis,
with that dipstick that tells you
whether or not the white count is
high...
DR. JAFFE
Yes, I understand.
ERIN:
(off)
And, I mean, I'm great with people.
Of course, you'd have to observe me
to know for sure, but trust me on
that one. I'm extremely fast learner.
I mean, you show me what to do in a
lab once, and I've got it down.
He nods. Now we see who he is talking to: ERIN BROCKOVICH.
How to describe her? A beauty queen would come to mind --
which, in fact, she was. Tall in a mini skirt, legs crossed,
tight top, beautiful -- but clearly from a social class and
geographic orientation whose standards for displaying beauty
are not based on subtlety.
ERIN:
...for instance, at one point I wanted
to be an engineer, so I was working
at Fleuer Engineers and Constructors
in Irvine. I fell madly in love with
geology.
DR. JAFFE
Geology?
ERIN:
I learned how to read maps. I love
maps. Did you know our present system
for map-making dates back to the
ancient Greeks in like the third
century B.C.?
DR. JAFFE
No.
ERIN:
Anyway, I was at the company and --
this is interesting, actually -- I
helped Ramish Ginatra design, as an
assistant, part of the Alaskan
pipeline...
DR. JAFFE
Uh-huh.
ERIN:
...But I lost that job because my
son came down with the Chicken Pox
and 104 temperature and my ex-husband
was useless, so... ya know... But
what I want to tell you is I, uh...
I had always wanted to go to medical
school. That was my first interest
really... but then I, you know, got
married... had a kid too young and...
that kind of blew it for me...
Jaffe stares at her.
DR. JAFFE
Uh-huh.
ERIN:
(beat, looks around)
This is a really nice office.
Jaffe looks down at her resume, trying to figure a polite
route.
DR. JAFFE
Thanks.
(looks up at her)
Look...
Beat. By Erin's expression, she knows what's coming.
EXT. DR. JAFFE'S OFFICE / SO. CALIFORNIA SUBURB - MAIN DRAG -
DAY:
A side street. No pedestrians, just parked cars.
Erin is finishing a cigarette. Her face has fallen -- the
enthusiasm and spirit she showed in the interview are now
replaced by a desperate type of concern. She takes a final
puff, puts the cigarette out and walks to her car.
A PARKING TICKET flaps under the wiper of an old Hyundai.
ERIN:
F***.
Even when she talks dirty, there's a heartland goodness to
her voice. Like Kansas corn fields swaying in the breeze.
As she grabs the ticket from the windshield, her sunglasses
accidentally CLATTER to the ground.
ERIN:
Sh*t.
When she picks them up, a fingernail snags on the pavement.
ERIN:
God damn it.
She tends to the nail as she opens her car door and gets in.
The Hyundai starts it up, signals. Then, just as it pulls
slowly out into the street, a JAGUAR barrels around the
corner, accelerating out of the turn, and SLAMS into the
side of Erin's car, sending it CAREENING into the median.
It SMASHES into a foot-thick lightpost. And stops.
A respectable building in the valley.
ROSALIND (O.S.)
Morning, Mr. Masry. How you doing
today?
INT. MASRY & VITITOE - RECEPTION - DAY
A sign over the reception desk reads: MASRY & VITITOE,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
ED MASRY, senior partner in the firm, enters the office and
approaches his secretary's desk. His avuncular presence masks
a savvy legal mind, and his somewhat rumpled appearance
indicates a disinterest in pretense.
ED:
Fine. You?
ROSALIND:
Did you watch it last night?
ED:
No, I was out. I taped it. Don't
tell me what happens.
ROSALIND:
(overlapping him,
excitedly)
It's sooo great...
(as he walks to office)
Your nine o'clock's already in there.
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