Pretty Woman Page #15

STUCKEY:

Having a good time, Vivian?

VIVIAN:

Yeah. Thanks.

STUCKEY:

All this must be quite a change

from Hollywood Boulevard.

Vivian looks as if she's been struck.

VIVIAN:

What?

STUCKEY:

It's okay. Edward told me. Your

secret's safe with me.

Stuckey runs his hand up her arm.

STUCKEY (cont'd)

What do you charge, Vivian?

Maybe you and I could get together

after Edward leaves.

VIVIAN:

(forcing a bitter smile)

Yeah. Sure. Why not. Call me

at the Regent Beverly Wilshire.

STUCKEY:

I just might do that.

He moves away. Vivian turns. Edward looks up from his

conversation, sees her looking at him. He smiles, raises his

glass in a small toast. A moment. Vivian toasts him back.

INT. PENTHOUSE - NIGHT

They enter. Edward switches on a light. Vivian comes down the

steps into the room. Edward follows after her.

EDWARD:

You're awfully quiet. You haven't

said a word since the party.

As Edward touches her shoulder, Vivian suddenly spins and

explodes with anger.

VIVIAN:

You a**hole! I can't believe what

a --!

EDWARD:

Vivian, what the --

Tears well in Vivian's eyes as she yells at him.

VIVIAN:

Clean the slut up, take her out,

huh?! What are you trying to

prove!? I'm not a piece of meat

for you to offer to your friends!

EDWARD:

I don't know what you're talking

about.

VIVIAN:

I've been with stinking old men

who've made me want to puke but

I've never had anyone make me feel

as dirty as you did tonight.

EDWARD:

Would you please calm down. Tell

me what happened.

VIVIAN:

Stuckey! He wants an

"appointment" with me after you

leave. You my pimp now or did

he think that up on his own?

Edward looks guiltily away.

EDWARD:

What was I supposed to do?

(a beat)

I told the truth. Why should the

truth upset you? It's not as if

you're from a convent.

VIVIAN:

I want my f***ing money. I'm

getting out of here. I don't want

anything more to do with you.

EDWARD:

Can we talk about this? Can you

just try to calm down?

VIVIAN:

Your goddamned friend, he thinks

the only reason I'm with you is

for the money.

A tear falls from Vivian's eyes.

VIVIAN:

(defiantly)

Well, it's true. Just pay me

what you owe me and I'm gone.

EDWARD:

Vivian...

VIVIAN:

Pay me! Before I pick up this

chair and smash your face in.

EDWARD:

Fine. I'm only here a couple

of more days and I'm not going

to spend them fighting with you.

VIVIAN:

F*** off.

EDWARD:

I'll call you a cab. If you want

the clothes, pack them up.

Vivian stands quietly for a moment. And then she turns and

walks into the bedroom.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT

Vivian starts roughly picking up her clothes in the dim light

of the bedroom. As she does she starts crying. With each item

of clothing the tears come down harder. Edward appears at the

doorway. His face is genuinely concerned.

EDWARD:

Vivian... I'm sorry. I wasn't

prepared for questions about us.

It was an idiotic and insensitive

thing I did. I should have known

that it would hurt you.

VIVIAN:

I'm not hurt. It doesn't hurt

you when somebody pisses on you,

it just pissed you off.

EDWARD:

I really am sorry.

Vivian lets the clothes fall from her arms. Sobbing, she stands

limply.

VIVIAN:

You hurt me.

Edward goes to her and wraps his arms around her shoulders.

She touches his hand. He sits on the bed. He pulls her to him

and wraps his arms around her, holds her tight.

EDWARD:

I'll make it up to you.

INT. BROKERAGE HOUSE - DAY

Edward, carrying a briefcase, moves jauntily down a long

hallway. Stuckey trails after him.

STUCKEY:

This is no time to disappear.

We're in too far.

EDWARD:

Bill? Stop panicking. Kross

isn't going anywhere and I don't

need to spend the rest of the day

watching his stock go down. I'll

be in the office tomorrow.

STUCKEY:

Promise me you'll read those

contracts by then.

EDWARD:

Goodbye, Bill.

Stuckey stops. He calls after Edward.

STUCKEY:

Sh*t... By tomorrow, Edward!

Edward hurries on.

EXT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE - DAY

Edward exits out of his limo and walks to the front doors.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

Edward smiles, moving jauntily to the elevators. Mr. Thomas

at the front desk notices Edward's happy mood.

MR. THOMAS

Good afternoon, Mr. Harris.

EDWARD:

Afternoon.

Edward's attention is taken by the glittering jewelry display

in the hotel jewelry store window. He detours from the

elevators and moves to the window for a closer look. He thinks

a moment and enters the jewelry store.

INT. PENTHOUSE - AFTERNOON

Vivian comes out of the bedroom into the living room wearing

an elegant red sequined evening dress. She looks incredibly

beautiful. She sees the phone. A thought occurs to her and

going to it, she picks it up. Waits.

VIVIAN:

C'mon, Kit...

No answer. She hears someone at the door. She hangs up.

Edward enters. He is carrying a small case. He stops at the

sight of Vivian.

VIVIAN:

Do I look okay?

EDWARD:

(a small smile)

Hmm... let's see... no, there's

something missing.

He holds up the small case.

VIVIAN:

What's that?

EDWARD:

I don't want you to get too

excited... these are on loan...

however...

Vivian's jaw drops. Edward is holding a diamond and ruby

necklace in his hands, holds it as if it might melt if he

breathed too hard. Edward behind Vivian, fastens the

necklace around her neck.

EDWARD:

This is made for a princess.

I think she'd approve of you

wearing it tonight. There.

Come look.

He leads her to a mirror. She stares at her reflection.

VIVIAN:

Edward, I can't.

EDWARD:

Shush. Of course you can.

VIVIAN:

What if I lose it?

EDWARD:

You won't.

VIVIAN:

What if someone tries to steal

it?

EDWARD:

I'll guard them and you with my

life.

EDT. BURBANK AIRPORT - DAY

A limo pulls onto the tarmac at Burbank Airport. A PILOT in

a leather jacket and sunglasses hurries forward to open the limo

door. Edward -- now wearing evening clothes -- and Vivian climbs

out of the limo.

PILOT:

Your plane is ready to go, Mr.

Harris.

EDWARD:

Very good.

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