Pretty Woman Page #13

Stuckey enters. Edward is standing at the end of a long

meeting table. He is serving himself coffee from a tray.

STUCKEY:

(gloating)

You were right. Kross mortgaged

everything he has down to his

grandson's college tuition to

secure loans from a bank. Not

just any bank. One we do business

with.

Edward just sips his coffee.

STUCKEY (cont'd)

It goes without saying that your

business means a great deal more

to them than our friend Kross's.

(a beat)

All you have to do is make a call.

Edward is silent. Stuckey is again surprised.

STUCKEY:

Excuse me for saying this but what

is wrong with you this week?

First, you go soft on the pension

funds. Now, you're giving him

the chance to get away? As of

two minutes ago, you are committed

to the tune of over fifty million

dollars --

EDWARD:

Come on, Bill, don't talk to me

about how much money's involved.

It's my money.

STUCKEY:

And some of it's mine. Edward,

his jugular's exposed.

Edward hesitates. Then:

EDWARD:

Get the bank on the phone for me.

INT. PENTHOUSE - EVENING

Edward enters. He closes the door. He turns. And stops. A

beautiful, candlelit, food laden table has been set up in the

middle of the room. Champagne and wine chills in a bucket.

A fire burns in the fireplace. Music is playing.

VIVIAN (O.S.)

Hi.

Edward turns. And stares again. Vivian stands in the bedroom

doorway. She is wearing an exquisite silk dressing gown. She

looks incredibly beautiful.

VIVIAN:

I thought maybe you'd like dinner.

EDWARD:

Thank you. I would.

(he fingers her dressing

gown)

Nice.

VIVIAN:

Wait till you see what I have

on underneath.

EDWARD:

Please.

She opens the dressing gown. What she has on underneath is

absolutely nothing. Edward crosses to her. Taking her in his

arms, he lifts her up and kisses her breasts.

VIVIAN:

What about dinner?

EDWARD:

Dinner can wait.

INT. PENTHOUSE BATHROOM - NIGHT

The bathroom is lit by candles. Vivian and Edward are in the

marble tub. Vivian sits behind Edward. She lazily washes his

shoulders and back with a large sponge.

VIVIAN:

You always been rich?

EDWARD:

No.

VIVIAN:

Seems like it. I guess it's easy

to get used to, huh?

EDWARD:

Easier than learning how to be

poor.

(a moment; and then:)

My father's family was wealthy.

When I was young there were cars

and houses, private schools,

nannies. But then my father

divorced my mother to marry

another woman. And he took his

money with him.

Silence.

VIVIAN:

Keep talkin'. I like hearin'.

EDWARD:

Not much to tell. I went to

public school. Went to

university on scholarship. Went

to work for an investment firm.

In eight years I owned it.

(and then; growing very

quiet)

My father was chairman of the

board of the third company I ever

went after. I swallowed that

company and sh*t out the pieces.

One of the pieces was him.

Vivian softly traces small patterns on Edward's shoulders with

a finger.

VIVIAN:

You still mad at'm?

EDWARD:

He died a long time ago.

She gently rests her head on his back.

EXT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY

PANNING BELLIES People are sunbathing by the pool.

Overweight... lobster red... old and stretch-marked... fishy

white... and then gorgeous. The gorgeous is Vivian. She is

wearing a miniscule bikini and sunglasses.

WAITER (O.S.)

Miss Vivian?

She looks up. A young WAITER, looking a little dry-mouthed at

the sight of her, is holding a telephone.

WAITER:

You have a call. Mr. Harris.

VIVIAN:

(taking the phone)

Hi, baby.

(a moment)

I'll be ready. Bye.

She hangs up. She looks at the Waiter, confused.

VIVIAN:

What do you wear to polo?

EXT. THE LOS ANGELES EQUESTRIAN CENTER - LATE AFTERNOON

Horses and riders crash and careen on the playing field. An

enthusiastic crowd cheers.

DOWN OFF THE EDGE OF THE FIELD

a tailgate party using Cadillacs and Rolls Royces is in

progress. Horses and riders thunder by a crowd of very

well-dressed, successful-looking people -- celebrities, execs,

socialites, aficionados -- most of whom ignore the game. They

are there to see and be seen much more than to watch a polo

match.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER - LATER AFTERNOON

Vivian and Edward make their way towards the party. Edward is

wearing his new tie. Vivian is looking very chic and beautiful

in one of her new outfits. Not that it's helping -- the place,

the people, the wealth -- everything here suddenly has her

overwhelmed. She suddenly stops.

VIVIAN:

You're really pushing it,

bringing me here.

EDWARD:

I think it's exciting.

VIVIAN:

What id we run into someone I

know?

EDWARD:

I really doubt anyone here

frequents Hollywood Boulevard.

VIVIAN:

You did.

A VOICE calls out.

STUCKEY (O.S.)

Edward!

They turn. William Stuckey is with a group of people. He waves

them over.

STUCKEY (cont'd)

Come on! Over here!

Edward takes Vivian's arm and leads her forward.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER - LATE AFTERNOON

Stuckey grins and shakes Edward's hand.

STUCKEY:

(looking at Vivian)

Well, well, well...

Vivian dislikes this guy on sight. Dislikes the frosty looking

woman at his side.

EDWARD:

Bill, I'd like you to meet Vivian.

STUCKEY:

(holding out a hand;

smiling)

Bill Stuckey, Vivian. My wife,

Elizabeth.

VIVIAN:

Hi.

Elizabeth Stuckey stretches her thin lips in a cold smile.

STUCKEY:

Lots of fun people here. Let me

get you two some champagne.

He moves quickly away.

ELIZABETH STUCKEY

Excuse me.

She moves to greet someone else. Vivian and Edward survey the

milling CROWD.

VIVIAN:

(sarcastic)

Real genuine guy.

EDWARD:

He's good at what he does.

VIVIAN:

You could freeze ice on his wife's

ass. She anything like your ex?

EDWARD:

(a small smile)

Shall we mingle?

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER - ON THE FIELD - LATE AFTERNOON

A goal is scored.

IN A SERIES OF CUTS

Edward watches and guides her, Vivian sips champagne and meets

and chats and wins over different PEOPLE.

EXT. EQUESTRIAN CENTER - ANOTHER ANGLE - LATE AFTERNOON

A group of PEOPLE.

WOMAN:

I simply love your dress, Vivian.

VIVIAN:

This old thing?

WOMAN:

Of course, a figure like yours

can wear anything. You must work

out constantly.

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