Erin Brockovich Page #6

INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Erin comes out of the bedroom and softly closes the door.

But just as the handle clicks into place, the house is filled

with the DEAFENING ROAR of a MOTORCYCLE, REVVING and REVVING.

It sounds as if it's gonna drive through the wall.

EXT. ERIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Erin steps out onto her front stoop and looks over at what

used to be Mrs. Morales's house. A few MOTORCYCLES are parked

on the lawn; A FEW BIKERS are drinking beer on the stoop;

and one a**hole is on his bike, REVVING HIS ENGINE.

ERIN:

Hey!

But of course he can't hear her. She walks over to him, stands

right in his line of vision.

ERIN:

HEY!

He sees her and kills the engine. Everything about GEORGE

HALABY is tough -- his denim, his leather, his bike, his

long hair. Everything but his eyes, which twinkle like

Santa's.

GEORGE:

Well, hello to you, darlin'.

ERIN:

What the hell do you think you're

doing, making all that goddamn noise?

GEORGE:

Just introducing myself to the

neighbors.

ERIN:

Well, I'm the neighbors. There, now

we're introduced, so you can shut

the f*** up.

The guys on the porch chuckle. Erin turns and starts back to

her house. George hops off his bike and follows her.

GEORGE:

Ooh, now, see, if I'da known there

was a beautiful woman next door,

I'da done this different. Let's start

over. My name's George. What's yours?

ERIN:

Just think of me as the person next

door who likes it quiet.

GEORGE:

Now, don't be like that. Tell you

what. How about if I take you out on

a date to apologize for my rudeness?

Erin shakes her head in disbelief and keeps walking.

GEORGE:

Come on. Gimme your number, I'll

call you up proper and ask you out

and everything.

She stops at her porch, turns to him.

ERIN:

You want my number?

GEORGE:

I do.

ERIN:

Which number do you want, George?

GEORGE:

You got more than one?

ERIN:

Sh*t, yeah. I got numbers coming out

of my ears. Like, for instance, ten.

GEORGE:

Ten?

ERIN:

Sure. That's one of my numbers. It's

how many months old my little girl

is.

GEORGE:

You got a little girl?

ERIN:

Yeah. Sexy, huh? And here's another:

five. That's how old my other daughter

is. Seven is my son's age. Two is

how many times I been married and

divorced. You getting all this? 16

is the number of dollars in my bank

account. 454-3943 is my phone number.

And with all the numbers I gave you,

I'm guessing zero is the number of

times you're gonna call it.

She turns and heads inside. He calls out after her:

GEORGE:

How the hell do you know your bank

balance right off the top of your

head like that? See, that impresses

me.

INT. MASRY & VITITOE - RECEPTION AREA - DAY

Morning. Erin walks in, wearing her usual garb. She passes

the coffee area, where Jane, Brenda, and Anna are milling.

Brenda sees her, gives Anna a nudge. They both check out her

short hem. Anna nudges Jane, who looks as well. Erin glances

over just in time to see all three of them staring at her

judgementally. She stops in her tracks and stares back.

ERIN:

Y'all got something you wanna discuss?

The women go back to stirring their coffees. Erin walks on.

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

Ed is walking into his office with a coffee cup in his hand

when he trips over the same box of files again.

ED:

Damn it!

(calling out)

Brenda!

(no answer)

BRENDA!

INT. MASRY & VITITOE - FILE ROOM - DAY

Erin is alone, filing as she talks on the phone.

ERIN:

How long's she been crying like

that?... Well, she's got that tooth

coming in --

Ed appears in the door, carrying the box of files.

ERIN:

Give her a cold washcloth to suck on --

(sees Ed)

I gotta go -- there's a clean one in

that bag -- I'll check back in a

bit.

(hangs up)

Sorry. My kid --

ED:

Where's Anna?

ERIN:

Out to lunch with the girls.

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