Erin Brockovich Page #13

ERIN:

Bullshit. You're trying to feel less

guilty about firing someone with

three kids to feed. F*** if I'll

help you do that.

And she leaves.

INT. MASRY & VITITOE - OUTSIDE ED'S OFFICE - DAY

As Erin heads for the door, pleased glances fly from secretary

to secretary. Erin reaches the door, but can't open it with

the box in her arms. She turns to the room.

ERIN:

I don't suppose any one of you c*nts

could open the door for me.

INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - MAIN ROOM - DAY

Erin enters, puts down the box and stares at the mail.

Bills, bills, and more bills. As she throws them on the table,

she sees George coming out of the kitchen.

ERIN:

What are you doing here?

GEORGE:

Fixing a leak under your sink.

She heads into the kitchen, weary and irritated.

ERIN:

I didn't ask you to do that. Damn

it, George, I don't ask you to do

things like that.

INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

Erin enters, sees all the cleaning stuff from under the sink

is spread around the kitchen floor. A tool box lies open.

ERIN:

Great.

GEORGE:

I'm gonna clean it up.

Erin gets down on her knees and starts putting things away.

GEORGE:

Relax, Erin, I'll do it -- I'm not --

Before he can finish, a huge WATER BUG runs onto Erin's hand.

ERIN:

Ugh -- Jesus --

She jumps and brushes it off.

GEORGE:

Yeah -- you had a whole family of

those things hanging out back there.

She takes off her shoe and smacks at the bug, missing it.

ERIN:

Damn it --

The bug skitters away from her, along the floorboard. Erin

chases it, smacking at it repeatedly, missing it every time.

GEORGE:

Don't worry about it, I'll get it

later.

But Erin keeps after it, corralling all her frustrations

into killing that one bug.

ERIN:

Come here, you little motherf***er --

The bug crawls up onto the table, zipping behind the salt,

the paper, the napkin holder. Erin keeps after it, BANGING

the table harder and harder with each SMACK of her shoe.

GEORGE:

Hey, whoa -- relax --

The salt and pepper skid off the table. The napkins fly from

their holder. Just as Erin's about to nail the bug, it slips

into a crack in the wall and disappears. Erin hurls her shoe

at the crack. It SMASHES into the wall.

ERIN:

GOD DAMN IT!

As Erin stands there staring at the wall, her breath starts

to come heavily -- those deep breaths that precede tears.

She slowly slides down into a chair, defeat overcoming her.

ERIN:

(almost a whisper)

...God damn it.

She looks around at her for-sh*t kitchen and starts to cry.

ERIN:

What kind of person lives like this?

Huh? What kind of person lets her

kids run around in a house crawling

with bugs the size of housecats?

GEORGE:

It's a simple thing. Everybody gets

them. All we gotta do is call an

exterminator.

ERIN:

I can't call an exterminator. I can't

afford one. God, I can't even afford

my phone.

(beat)

I got fired.

GEORGE:

What? But you been working so hard --

ERIN:

Doesn't matter. Doesn't make one

f***ing bit of difference.

She exits. After a beat, George follows.

INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - ERIN'S BEDROOM - DAY

Erin sits on the bed, drying her eyes. George enters. Erin

looks up at herself in the mirror above her bureau.

ERIN:

I don't know what happened to me...

George listens by the door.

ERIN:

I mean I was Miss Wichita, for Christ

sakes. Did I tell you that? Did ya

know you were living next door to a

real live beauty queen.

(wipes her nose)

I still got the tiara. I thought it

meant I was gonna do something

important with my life, that I was

gonna be someone.

GEORGE:

You are someone.

ERIN:

No I'm not. Look at me.

GEORGE:

You're someone to me.

He takes a step toward her and kneels in front of her, very

close. He takes her shoe from her hand and puts it back on

her foot. Then he takes her hands in his and kisses them.

ERIN:

Are you going to be something else I

have to survive? Cause I'll tell you

the truth, I'm not up to it.

But he kisses her anyway. And for the first time in so long,

she feels like something other than a failure. He pulls her

into him, and she lets herself be pulled.

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