Pretty Woman Page #11

KROSS:

(angry)

You've got a lot of nerve.

EDWARD:

No. What I have is a lot of

money.

KROSS:

I know all about you, Mr. Harris.

When you buy companies, they have

a way of disappearing. Even the

pension funds are stripped clean.

The last three companies you took

over were cut up in so many

pieces, widows were left without

their retirement checks.

EDWARD:

(calmly)

What I did with those companies

was perfectly legal.

KROSS:

I don't question the legality

of what you do. It's your

morality that makes me sick. I

will not allow my company to be

raped by a man like you.

EDWARD:

(angry now)

It is not your company. It's a

public company. And I am going

to acquire it. Either I buy from

the other stock holders, or I buy

from you.

Vivian struggles with her escargot.

EDWARD (cont'd)

I would suggest that you and your

board cooperate with me, rather

than fight a battle you don't have

the ammunition to win.

Vivian suddenly ZINGS her snail across the table. Everyone

looks to her.

VIVIAN:

Slippery little suckers...

Kross rises.

KROSS:

If you'll excuse me young lady,

Mr. Harris...

(turns to David)

Deal with this, David, you know

where we stand. I need to go

someplace and puke.

He rises. He exits.

DAVID:

(to Edward and Vivian)

Men like my father built this

country. He was no saint. He

screwed people. But for every

guy he stepped on, he gave a

hundred a good job.

Edward is silent.

VIVIAN:

He seems like a nice man.

David looks at Vivian as if seeing her for the first time.

EDWARD:

We can reach an understanding on

this.

DAVID:

I don't think so. You should

know we're going to fight you with

every resource we have.

EDWARD:

Do what you have to do. I don't

take it personally.

DAVID:

I do. I take it all very

personally.

(to Vivian)

Very nice meeting you, Vivian.

David Kross gets up and leaves. Vivian and Edward sit in

silence.

EDWARD:

(a beat)

And that's the way the game is

played.

VIVIAN:

Some game. Screwin' some poor

slob out of his retirement.

Edward says nothing. But Vivian can see she's hit a nerve.

VIVIAN:

Snails for dinner. No wonder

everybody is in such a bad mood.

A Waiter appears at the table.

WAITER:

Are we ready for the next course,

sir?

EDWARD:

No. Bring a check, please.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Edward's face is pensive and thoughtful as he stares out of

the glass window down at the city lights. He quickly drains

his champagne glass. Vivian moves to stand next to him.

She refills his glass from the bottle.

EDWARD:

Thank you.

He drinks. Silence.

VIVIAN:

You're upset, huh?

EDWARD:

Upset. No. I never get upset

about business.

VIVIAN:

You liked the guy, though.

EDWARD:

Whether I liked him or not is

irrelevant. It's business.

There's no emotion involved in

business... if you want to

survive.

VIVIAN:

(excited)

We're the exactly the same! Kit

keeps telling me don't get

emotional when you turn tricks

-- that's why no kissing -- it's

too personal.

The key is like you're saying,

stay numb, don't get involved --

when I'm with a guy, I'm a robot,

I just do it.

(realizing what she's

saying and quickly

recovers)

Except with you. At your price

I give my all...

Edward laughs.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

Let's not talks about this heavy

stuff. Come on, relax.

Vivian comes up behind him. She begins to rub his shoulders.

EDWARD:

That... is very good.

A moment. Edward is silent. Turns him, unknots his tie,

unbuttons his collar.

VIVIAN:

Know what we're gonna do in a

little while then? We're gonna

call Domino's and have'm deliver

a bigass pizza. We're gonna eat

it in bed. We're gonna veg' out

and watch television.

EDWARD:

Television?

VIVIAN:

Yeah, it's this box, it has

pictures, sound. You don't have

to use your brain at all.

EDWARD:

I have work to do.

VIVIAN:

Uh-uh. No work.

Smiling, she softly kisses his throat.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

See... what you haven't figured

out yet...

She kissed his neck. She fumbles with his belt.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

Is that while you're the boss

everyplace else... I'm the one

in charge here.

She kisses his chest.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

You... just think you are.

She starts to kneel down. He stops her. They stare at one

another for a moment. He releases her. She smiles. She

starts to undress him.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - MORNING

Vivian is asleep. She turns over, slowly waking. Her hand

goes out to touch Edward and encounters nothing but empty bed.

Vivian comes awake with a sudden start. She look around

momentarily frightened, not sure where she is. Sighing with

relief, she lies back down. She sees Edward's American Express

card on the pillow next to her.

EDWARD (O.S.)

Wake up, Vivian. Time to shop.

Edward comes out of the bathroom and moves toward the bed.

He is tying his tie. Vivian sits up and ties it for him. He

smiles at her.

EDWARD:

I still don't understand why you

only bought one dress.

VIVIAN:

I wasn't as much fun as I

thought it was going to be.

EDWARD:

Why not?

VIVIAN:

Well, you know those cold b*tches

that work in those stores and try

to intimidate you? It works.

EDWARD:

Was someone rude to you?

VIVIAN:

I had a little problem in one

store. I wasn't dressed right.

I don't know what to say. I don't

belong there. Maybe I'll just

go back to Bridget. She was cool.

EDWARD:

Vivian, you belong wherever you

are. I don't care how you were

dressed, they were the ones who

were wrong, not you.

Edward sits on the bed.

EDWARD (cont'd)

People aren't going to respect

you unless you respect yourself.

(a beat)

The next time someone is rude to

you, you stare at them right here.

He softly touches her, right between the eyes.

EDWARD (cont'd)

It's an old trick I use,

especially with bankers. Works

every time. Will you try it?

VIVIAN:

(confidently)

Okay.

EDWARD:

Good.

VIVIAN:

(a beat)

Come with me?

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