Pretty Woman Page #18

EDWARD:

How are you, Mr. Kross.

KROSS:

Not bad for a man who hasn't

slept in four nights. I'll get

used to it.

An angry, reluctant looking David Kross is behind his father.

Stuckey brings up the rear. Edward and David give one another

perfunctory nod. Stuckey smugly winks at Edward. Edward closes

the door and leads them all down the stairs.

Vivian is very troubled at Kross's appearance. He gently nods

at Vivian.

KROSS:

Young lady.

VIVIAN:

Hello.

(to David)

Hi.

DAVID:

Hello, Vivian.

STUCKEY:

Let's not waste time here, shall

we? Mr. Kross, you said this

morning, you wished to speak with

Mr. Harris. Mr. Harris is now

listening.

Kross has to fight down his humiliation at Stuckey's tone. He

turns to Edward.

KROSS:

Yes. I'm here to tell you that

I've reconsidered my position on

your acquisition offer.

EDWARD:

Expected... offer.

KROSS:

Of course, yes. After the

expected filing period is over,

I'm going to recommend to the

board that we accept your bid.

EDWARD:

(a moment)

You're making the right decision,

sir.

Stuckey glances triumphantly at Edward. He is surprised to

see that there doesn't seem to be any victory in Edward's face.

Edward is silent. Kross interprets his silence as second

thoughts.

KROSS:

I'll see you on one condition.

I'm not so concerned for me but

the people who have worked for

me...

Vivian is disturbed watching this tired looking man.

STUCKEY:

(quickly)

They'll be taken care of. Won't

they, Edward?

Kross ignores Stuckey. He looks to Edward. Edward slowly

nods.

KROSS:

I'll sign anything you want then.

STUCKEY:

Today.

Kross nods tiredly. His voice is very soft.

KROSS:

Today.

Vivian abruptly turns and disappears into the bedroom,

obviously upset. The men all watch her go. Edward hesitates.

He turns to Kross:

EDWARD:

Excuse me, please?

He heads to the bedroom.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - DAY

Vivian is sitting on the bed, on the phone.

VIVIAN:

Hello. Is Kit DeLuca there?

When she comes in will you have

her call Vivian Wells at 560-30000.

Yes. Okay.

She hangs up as Edward comes in.

VIVIAN:

What did you do to him?

EDWARD:

What do you mean?

VIVIAN:

Last time I saw him he was this

strong guy. Now he's beaten.

And you liked him.

EDWARD:

Vivian, I want you to listen to

me. The man realized that it

would be better for his future

and his son's future, if he

cooperated.

VIVIAN:

Right.

EDWARD:

It's not your concern. It's...

business, that's all.

VIVIAN:

Business.

EDWARD:

Yes. The man made a business

decision.

VIVIAN:

It's all just business to you.

Him. Me. Your life.

Everything's business.

EDWARD:

It's what I do for a living.

It's how I make money.

Silence.

EDWARD:

I'll be back in a few hours.

We'll talk about this later.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM - DAY

Edward enters the living room. The men look at him

expectantly.

EDWARD:

We'll continue this down at the

office.

He heads for the door.

EXT. PENTHOUSE PATIO - DAY

Vivian stands at the railing, unhappily looking out at the city

beyond. The phone RINGS. She turns and hurries inside.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM - DAY

Vivian answers the phone.

VIVIAN:

Lo?

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY - INTERCUT

Mr. Thomas is standing behind the front desk, a rather strained

expression on his face.

MR. THOMAS

Barnard Thomas here. Miss

Vivian, I wonder if you might come

down to the front desk. There's

someone here to see you.

VIVIAN:

Me?

MR. THOMAS

I'd send them up, but sadly, I

don't trust the young lady to find

you on her own.

A hand reaches out and wrenches the phone away from Mr. Thomas.

Kit, heavy make-up, skimpy outfit, chewing gum, cigarette and

all, keeps her voice just below a bellow.

KIT:

Viv? Where are you, babe?

(glaring at Mr. Thomas)

The sphincter-police won't let

me through.

INT. HOTEL LOUNGE - DAY

Kit finishes slurping on a big, frosty ice cream soda. She

smacks her lips like a happy, little girl. Vivian isn't having

anything.

VIVIAN:

Yes, I'm glad you're clean but

I've been calling and calling.

KIT:

Was that you?

VIVIAN:

Who did you think?

KIT:

Carlos. I still owe him two

hundred bucks...

VIVIAN:

Kit, I left that money for you

days ago.

KIT:

Yeah. I just got it.

An OLDER COUPLE walk past the table. They stare at Kit.

KIT:

Fifty bucks, grampa. For

seventy-five, the wife can watch.

Horrified, the elderly couple hurry away.

VIVIAN:

Kit...

KIT:

Everybody keeps starin' at me.

VIVIAN:

Yeah... I know what you mean.

KIT:

What do you know? You look good.

All dressed up.

(meaning it)

You clean up real nice.

(giggling)

You sure don't fit in down on

the Boulevard, lookin' like you

do. Not that you ever did anyway.

VIVIAN:

You think I fit here where they

just about chew your food for you?

KIT:

Where do you fit?

Vivian is silent, then.

VIVIAN:

(suddenly)

I kissed him, Kit. On the mouth.

KIT:

Honey, you're not supposed to

do that.

VIVIAN:

I know. I stopped pretending

and started liking it with him

for real.

KIT:

Oh, my god, you mean it was good?

VIVIAN:

(miserably)

It was great.

KIT:

Dummy.

VIVIAN:

He wants to set me up in a place,

give me some money.

KIT:

I pray for that.

VIVIAN:

(nods)

All I'm doing is feeling lousy

about it. I don't know what to

do. What do I do, Kit?

KIT:

Go for the bucks.

VIVIAN:

I don't care about bucks.

(a beat)

I might love this guy.

KIT:

Wow, are you in deep sh*t.

(a sigh)

You know he'll break your heart.

Vivian is silent again.

KIT (cont'd)

I blame myself here. First time

I laid eyes on ya', I knew you

were too complicated to be a

whore.

Vivian nods. Her face is filled with confusion.

INT. BROKERAGE HOUSE - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Edward stands at the window looking out. There is something

about his somber demeanor that both reflects the look we've just

seen on Vivian and suggests the way we saw him at the top of

the story.

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