Erin Brockovich Page #18

Baum suddenly realizes he's made a mistake admitting the

company's wealth. Ed leaves the conference room. Erin follows

him out.

INT. MASRY & VITITOE - MAIN ROOM - DAY

Erin follows Ed as he stomps back to his office.

ERIN:

At least they made an offer.

ED:

(undoing his tie)

That wasn't an offer. A million

would've been an offer. When they

send the god damn mail clerk down to

jerk me off, waste my time, it's a

f*** you.

Ed throws the tie off.

ERIN:

I don't get why they'd do that.

ED:

Because they can. You heard that kid --

they have twenty-eight billion dollars

at their disposal. They can afford

to waste all the time in the world!

ERIN:

And you can't?

ED:

What, you think I'm made of money?!

ERIN:

What are you yelling at me for?

ED:

Because I'm f***ing pissed off!

ERIN:

(yells back)

Good!

ED:

F*** YOU!

Erin starts to smile. Ed cracks a smile then starts to laugh.

ED:

I really hate you sometimes, ya know

that.

ERIN:

You love me.

INT. MASRY & VITITOE - LADIES ROOM - NIGHT

At the end of her day, Rosalind enters to fix herself up

before going home. She walks in on:

Erin, splashing cold water on her face... and dabbing her

eyes with cool, wet paper towels... They do not speak as

Rosalind steps beside her to face the mirrors above the sink.

After a beat or two, Erin exits.

Alone, Rosalind has her lipstick and is about to apply when

she looks at herself in the mirror... She tries lowering her

neckline... then, loosening up her hair... as if secretly

showing herself what an Erin-makeover would do for her.

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

End of the day. Most everyone has left. Erin is at her new

work space near Ed's office. She's poring over a fat file of

documents. Rosalind wanders by with her coat on.

ROSALIND:

You've been reading for hours.

ERIN:

I'm a slow reader.

Whatever she thinks of her, Rosalind can't help but see Erin's

hard at work. She turns on Erin's desk lamp and heads out --

it's the first helpful hand Erin has received from one of

the women.

Erin turns back to her work when her attention is then drawn

to the big glass office doors; on the other side, Rosalind

is talking to a lost-looking COUPLE IN THEIR MID-30's. These

are MANDY and TOM BROWN. He's in a security guard uniform,

with an envelope under his arm. Rosalind points to Erin.

The Browns enter the office and approach her.

MANDY:

Excuse me, are you Erin Brockovich?

ERIN:

Yeah. Who are you?

TOM:

I'm Tom Brown. This is my wife Mandy.

We used to live across the street

from the Irvings. Pg&E bought our

house last year.

INT. ERIN'S DESK - LATER

CLOSE ON PHOTOS OF CHICKENS, each with a twisted, limp neck.

TOM:

It's called wry neck. It's when

they're born without any muscles in

the neck.

WIDEN to see Erin looking at them with Tom and Mandy.

ERIN:

Wow. How many were born like this?

TOM:

Twelve, maybe thirteen.

MANDY:

When Donna told us about you, and

what you told her about the chromium,

we figured that might have something

to do with this, too.

ERIN:

It sure could, yeah. Thanks a lot.

She tucks them into a file, as if that's it.

MANDY:

There's something else, too.

ERIN:

What?

TOM:

Well. Mandy here's had nine

miscarriages.

ERIN:

Are you kidding? My God --

MANDY:

I know. It's an awful lot.

ERIN:

I'm surprised Donna didn't say

anything.

TOM:

She doesn't know. No one does. It's

not something you want to talk about,

you know?

MANDY:

I figured it musta been something I

did, like when I smoked marijuana,

maybe. Or took birth control pills.

But then Donna told me you thought

this chromium might be to blame for

her problems, so I figured...

INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Erin enters, exhausted. She collapses on a chair.

George is on his hands and knees, apparently searching for a

lost toy. Erin talks to him with her eyes closed.

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