Erin Brockovich Page #14

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

Erin and George are in bed, naked, curled around each other.

As Erin recites her beauty queen speech, they are both

laughing at the naive, impossible goals of her youth.

ERIN:

"....and I will devote my entire

reign as Miss Wichita to bringing an

end to world hunger... and to the

creation of a peaceful earth for

every man, woman and child..."

GEORGE:

How long were you going to be Miss

Wichita?

ERIN:

One year!

(George laughs)

Of course by the time I got through

opening new supermarkets. I had just

a few weeks left for hunger and world

peace, so... Ha, ha, ha... damn... I

don't know what the hell I was

thinking.

GEORGE:

I wanted to run my own antique shop.

Erin looks at him. Beat. She bursts into laughter.

GEORGE:

(laughing)

Oh that's nice... that's very nice!

He starts tickling her. She screams then covers her mouth so

as not to wake the kids... They roll over each other.

ERIN:

I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

GEORGE:

My parents rented antiques on the

side. I'm not just some grease monkey,

you know.

ERIN:

Oh, I know. You're one of those Zen

gods of motorcycle maintenance, aren't

you?

GEORGE:

(smiles)

Maybe. Maybe there's a reason I found

that place next door. A reason I

revved my bike that night and you

came out tearing my head off.

ERIN:

Yeah, we just did the reason.

She says this as she is about to get up but George holds her

back, suddenly dead serious...

GEORGE:

Don't do that to yourself. If that's

all I wanted, I don't need to go

next door to a woman with three

kids...

Erin suddenly grows uncomfortable at the implied intimacy.

GEORGE:

(laughs)

All I'm saying is, I can't believe

whatever kind of God there is, put

you here -- looking the way you look,

with the brains and balls you got --

just to trip you up and watch you

fall. Can't be.

He kisses one of her earlobes. Erin likes the sound of this

but it also makes her apprehensive. She leans in to kiss

him, but before she does:

ERIN:

Don't be too nice to me, okay? It

makes me nervous.

George looks almost hurt, but empathetic. Erin kisses him

long and hard as they begin to make love again.

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

Ed is at his desk. The PHONE RINGS. And RINGS. And RINGS.

ED:

Brenda!

(no answer)

BRENDA!

Nothing. Ed growls in frustration, then gets the phone.

ED:

Yeah, Ed Masry here... She doesn't

work here anymore. Who's this?

INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

CLOSE ON THE TABLE, where Beth is bobbling in her baby chair.

On one side of her is a heap of bills with "PAST DUE" and

"PLEASE REMIT" stamped on them. On the other, the well-

thumbed CLASSIFIED SECTION, with circles and X's all over

it.

The DOORBELL rings. Erin swoops in and picks up Beth.

ERIN:

Come on, baby. Maybe that's Ed

McMahon.

INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - FRONT DOOR - DAY

Erin carries Beth over to the front door, spies through the

peephole, and sees Ed standing there. She opens the door.

ERIN:

Wrong Ed.

(Ed looks confused)

What are you doing here?

ED:

I got an interesting call this

afternoon. It was from a Doctor

Frankel from UCLA.

ERIN:

Oh, yeah?

ED:

He wanted you to know the legal limit

for hexavalent chromium, is .05 parts

per million. And that at the rate

you mentioned, .58, it could be

responsible for the cancers in that

family you asked about. The Irvings.

ERIN:

Well, that was nice of him. Isn't it

funny how some people go out of their

way to help people and others just

fire 'em.

ED:

Look, I'm sorry. You were gone. I

just assumed you were off having

fun.

ERIN:

Now, why in the hell would you assume

that?

ED:

I don't know. Maybe 'cause you look

like someone who has a lot of fun.

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