Erin Brockovich Page #2
Ed peers into his office. It's a mess -- papers everywhere,
unopened mail. Standing in the middle of the room is Erin,
in a teensy, leopard-print mini-dress. As she jiggles a spike-
heeled foot, everything about her shimmies gloriously.
Except her head, which is held in place by a neck brace.
ED:
Remind me.
BRENDA:
Erin Brockovich. Car accident. Not
her fault, she says.
(beat. They exchange
looks)
She was referred.
He nods.
INT. MASRY & VITITOE - ED'S OFFICE - DAY
Not an office that necessarily exudes authority, and ED's
blustery entrance only adds to the sense of chaos.
ED:
Erin -- hi. Sorry you had to wait.
Here, sit down, sit down.
He clears a stack of papers off a chair, places down a mug
of coffee.
ERIN:
Thanks a lot.
(as she sits)
I tell you, I never thought just
standing would take it out of me,
but ever since that shithead hit me,
it feels like my whole body's put
together wrong.
Ed gives her a look of pro-forma sympathy.
ED:
(sits)
Jesus, you poor thing. Did anyone
ask if you want some coffee?
ERIN:
Yeah. I'm fine.
ED:
Great. Well, listen... whoever did
this to you made one hell of a
mistake, and you and me, we're gonna
make him pay for it.
He sips coffee like it's a healing potion, takes out a pad
and paper, gets ready to write.
ED:
Why don't you tell me what happened?
CUT TO:
INT. SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA COURTROOM - DAY
Erin is on the stand, wearing the most conservative thing
she owns:
a red, form-fitting mini dress, telling her storyto Ed, who's questioning her.
ERIN:
I was pulling out real slow, and out
of nowhere, his Jaguar comes racing
around the corner like a bat outta
hell...
She glances at the defendant's table, where a DOCTOR sits
nobly. His WIFE and two beautiful KIDS are behind him. A
frigging Norman Rockwell painting.
ERIN:
They took some bone from my hip and
put it in my neck. I didn't have
insurance, so I'm about seventeen
thousand in debt right now.
STILL LATER:
ERIN:
...couldn't take painkillers 'cause
they made me too groggy to take care
of my kids.
STILL LATER:
ERIN:
...Matthew's six, Katie's four, and
Beth's just nine months.
STILL LATER:
ERIN:
...just wanna be a good mom, a nice
person, a decent citizen. Just wanna
take good care of my kids. You know?
ED:
(oh so moved)
Yeah. I know.
INT. COURTROOM - LATER
Erin is still on the stand. But now the doctor's lawyer is
questioning her.
DEFENDING LAWYER
Seventeen thousand in debt. Whew. Is
your ex-husband helping out?
ERIN:
Which one?
DEFENDING LAWYER
(feigning shock)
There's more than one?
ERIN:
Yeah. There's two. Why?
Erin looks over at the jury. The personification of
conservative family values. Oh, sh*t.
ERIN:
(getting defensive)
...not like a career, 'cause I had
my babies. But I woulda worked, for
sure, if I didn't have this neck
thing.
Erin sees a juror staring in judgment at her short hem. Erin
gives it a tug, pulling it down a stitch.
DEFENDING LAWYER
(sarcastic)
Right. No doubt.
Erin sees a few jurors share dubious glances. Great.
STILL LATER:
The defendant's lawyer is on the offensive. Erin's starting
to feel the case slipping away.
DEFENDING LAWYER
So. You must've been feeling pretty
desperate that afternoon.
ERIN:
(pointed)
What's your point?
Ed shakes his head slightly to her -- don't get mad.
DEFENDING LAWYER
Broke, three kids, no job. A doctor
in a Jaguar must've looked like a
pretty good meal ticket.
Erin sees jurors nodding almost imperceptibly in agreement.
She's on a sinking ship.
ERIN:
What? Hey -- he hit me.
DEFENDING LAWYER
So you say.
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