Pretty Woman Page #17

The emotions building inside Vivian swell as the music is

reaching its tragic climax. Her lips tremble. Her eyes fill

with tears. Edward glances at her. He studies her a long

moment, watching the emotions play unashamedly across her face.

Strangely moved, he takes Vivian's hand.

As the opera ends, they are both swept away by it.

INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE BOX - NIGHT

As the lights come up, Vivian wipes off her tear-ruined

mascara. She sighs, happy. The WOMEN in the next box smile

at her.

OLDER WOMAN:

Did you enjoy the opera, dear?

VIVIAN:

(tearfully)

It was so beautiful I just about

pissed my pants.

Edward smiles at the now shocked looking Older Woman and he

and the still misty Vivian exit.

INT. CORPORATE JET - NIGHT - LATER

Edward and Vivian sit side by side.

EDWARD:

If you'd gone on about how much

you liked it, I'm not sure I'd

have believed you.

VIVIAN:

I more than liked it.

EDWARD:

I know. I'm glad.

VIVIAN:

Did you?

EDWARD:

Yes. I've never enjoyed it more.

Thank you.

Vivian looks at him a moment. And then, leaning slowly forward

she kisses him gently on the mouth. He looks at her surprise.

He puts his arms around her and kisses her back. It is the

first time they've kissed and they make it very special.

EXT. CORPORATE JET - NIGHT

The plane flies in the night. Back to L.A.

INT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT

IN A SERIES OF CROSS FADES Edward and Vivian make love.

Equally giving, equally taking. No masks, no shields.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT - LATER

In the darkened bedroom, Edward and Vivian lie together.

Edward cradles Vivian. Her back rests against his chest. His

arm is over her body.

She takes Edward's hand in her hands and carefully examines

it; marveling at the fingers, the tiny hairs on the back. She

gently kisses the palm.

VIVIAN:

Love you...

She clutches Edward's hand tightly to her breast. She closes

her eyes, ready to sleep now.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - ANGLE ON EDWARD - NIGHT

His eyes open. Vivian's whispered endearment has filled with

him with sudden confusion and uncertainty. He stares into the

dark, wondering what to do with the woman in his arms.

INT. PENTHOUSE - OUTDOOR PATIO - MORNING

The phone rings. Edward immediately reaches out and picks it

up. He is dressed in a robe. Breakfast is on the umbrella'd

table in front of him.

EDWARD:

Yes?

INT. STUCKEY'S HOME - LIBRARY- MORNING - INTERCUT

Stuckey, not even dressed yet, paces around his desk.

STUCKEY:

Did I wake you?

EDWARD:

I'm up.

STUCKEY:

I had to call. I jus got off

the phone with James Kross. Get

this. He wants to see you.

Today.

EDWARD:

Why?

STUCKEY:

He wouldn't say. Edward... I

think we got him. His nuts are

on the block and we got him.

(silence)

You there?

EDWARD:

Give me twenty minutes.

STUCKEY:

We'll be there. Listen, if he's

really caving in, we'll go from

there down to the office. I want

him to commit his stock to us this

morning.

Edward hangs up. His mind seems on other things. He rises.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - MORNING

Vivian is still asleep. She is face down on the bed, the

sheets just covering her to her waist. Edward stares down at

her. He gently reaches out and runs a finger down the soft line

of her spine. Vivian murmurs contentedly.

VIVIAN:

Mmm.

(opening her eyes;

looking at him)

Hi.

Edward smiles at her softly. And then:

EDWARD:

Better get dressed. We're having

guests.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - DAY

Vivian is wearing her yellow dress. She stares at herself in

the bedroom mirror. Her hair... her make-up... she realizes

how different she is now, realizes that she likes it.

Edward comes out of the bathroom. He crosses to the closet

for a tie.

VIVIAN:

Here. Let me.

She comes over, starts to tie his tie for him. He is very

aware of the closeness of her. She smiles at him. He smiles;

puts his hand on her stopping her for a moment. Looking up,

she sees that he is serious now; no more jokes. He releases

her hand.

EDWARD:

(quietly)

One more night and you're finally

rid of me.

VIVIAN:

Yeah, you've been pretty tough

to take.

EDWARD:

I have to go to New York

tomorrow.

Vivian says nothing.

EDWARD (cont'd)

But I'll be back in Los Angeles.

Soon. I'd like to see you again.

I thought we could work out

something... An arrangement.

Vivian is silent.

EDWARD (cont'd)

I'll get you an apartment, buy

you a car --

Vivian sighs, letting something go inside. Finished with his

tie, she turns away.

EDWARD (cont'd)

What is it?

VIVIAN:

(not unkindly)

What else? You gonna leave some

cash by the bed when you pass

through town?

EDWARD:

It wouldn't be like that. I want

to get you off the street. You'll

have a different kind of life.

What's wrong with that?

VIVIAN:

I'm sorry. That's very sweet,

Edward, and I know you mean it...

She is silent.

EDWARD:

Vivian, I've thought about this

a lot. This is the best solution.

VIVIAN:

(shakes her head "no,"

then continues tying

his tie)

When I was a little girl, my

mother locked me in the attic when

I was bad, which was pretty often.

I'd stare out the window up there

and make believe I was a princess

trapped in the tower by the wicked

queen. Then suddenly a knight

on a white horse with his bright

colors flying would ride up.

Rescue me from the tower, and then

we'd ride off... but never, ever

in all the times I had that dream

did the knight say, "Come on baby,

I'll put you up in a great condo."

She finished his tie.

EDWARD:

Vivian, life's not a fairy tale.

VIVIAN:

(softly; to herself)

I know.

(a beat)

Hey, don't mind me. I'm being

stupid.

(more)

I'll think about it, okay? It's

a real good offer for a whore.

EDWARD:

I've never treated you like a

whore.

VIVIAN:

(not mean)

You just did.

The doorbell suddenly rings in the living room.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM - DAY

Edward enters the living room. Vivian slowly enters behind

him. Edward opens the front door. Mr. Kross slowly enters.

He looks very old and tired; so much so that Edward has to mask

his surprise.

KROSS:

Mr. Harris.

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