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Erin Brockovich Page #7
ED:
Oh. Huh.
(beat)
Well, look, I have to open a file.
Real estate thing. Pro-bono.
He plunks the box of papers & files on her desk. She stares
at it, with no idea of how to go about that.
ERIN:
Oh. Okay.
He sees her staring at the box.
ED:
You do know how to do that, don't
you?
ERIN:
Yeah. I got it. No problem.
ED:
Good.
Ed heads out, but pauses before leaving.
ED:
You're a girl.
ERIN:
Excuse me?
ED:
How come you're not at lunch with
the girls? You're a girl.
ERIN:
I guess I'm not the right kind.
Erin goes back to work. Ed starts out then stops.
ED:
Look, you may want to -- I mean, now
that you're working here -- you may
want to rethink your... wardrobe a
little.
ERIN:
Why is that?
ED:
Well... I think maybe... some of the
girls are a little uncomfortable
because of what you wear.
ERIN:
Is that so? Well, it just so happens,
I think I look nice. And as long as
I have one ass instead of two, like
most of the "girls" you have working
here, I'm gonna wear what I like if
that's alright with you?
Ed hides a smile. He nods. As he exits, Erin returns to work
and remarks, without looking up...
ERIN:
You may want to re-think those ties
you wear..
Suddenly self-conscious, Ed looks down to his chest...
INT. MASRY & VITITOE - FILE ROOM - NIGHT
Erin is at her desk, staring bewildered at the files from
the box Ed gave her, which are now spread across her desktop.
She sees Anna packing up her things to leave.
ERIN:
Anna? With this real-estate stuff --
could you remind me, cause I'm a
little confused about how exactly we
do that. Why are there medical records
and blood samples in real estate
files?
ANNA:
(exasperated)
Erin, you've been here long enough.
If you don't know how to do your job
by now, I am not about to do it for
you.
EXT. BABY-SITTER'S HOUSE - EARLY EVENING
Erin arrives to pick up her children from the unkempt baby-
sitter. She knocks. No answer. She knocks and calls out. No
answer. She looks through window. It appears no one is there.
She panics.
INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - EARLY EVENING
Erin runs into her house calling her children's names. No
answer. She is almost near tears with panic, rushing through
each room. She grabs the phone to call the police when she
hears --
The sound of her children laughing, outside.
ERIN:
Matthew! Katie!
EXT. ERIN'S HOUSE - EARLY EVENING
She runs outside, trying to locate the voices. She follows
the sounds of her children laughing and talking, towards the
back of her yard, which sits across from:
EXT. GEORGE'S BACKYARD - EARLY EVENING
Katie and Matthew are sitting at a picnic table, eating
hamburgers and hot dogs, barbecued by George, who sits
opposite them with little Beth on his lap. They all seem
right at home. Erin is confused.
ERIN:
What the hell happened?
MATTHEW/KATIE
Hi mom...
GEORGE:
Hey. You hungry?
ERIN:
What are they doing here? I went to
pick them up --
GEORGE:
She came by about an hour ago. Said
something came up and she had to
drop the kids off.
ERIN:
Something came up! Why didn't she
call me at work?
GEORGE:
(Erin is fearsome)
I don't know. She... I... she... I
don't know.
ERIN:
THAT F***ING B*TCH!
MATTHEW:
MOM!
ERIN:
Sorry!! I can't believe she just
dumps my kids off when nobody's home!!
GEORGE:
I was home.
(Erin realizes this)
They're fine.
The kids are being fed a full meal with clean plates and
napkins and glasses of milk. Beth acts like she's known George
all her life.
Erin doesn't know what to say. George just smiles.
INT. ERIN'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
George is on the floor with Matt and Katie, playing war.
Katie points to the Harley emblem on his leather jacket.
Both kids are dressed for bed. Erin watches them interact
with George. She notices how good he is with them. How
comfortable they are with him.
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