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The car lurches forward with a squeal of wheels and promptly

stalls.

STUCKEY:

Edward, give me a break!

With a squeal of tires, the Ferrari bucks out of the driveway

and... stalls again.

EDWARD:

Love this car! Is it new?

STUCKEY:

Yes! And you don't even know

where you're going!

Edward starts it again and heads uncertainly uphill. Stuckey

watching, throws up his hands.

STUCKEY:

That's the wrong way!

CREDITS BEGIN AS IN A SERIES OF CROSSCUTS:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT

The Ferrari, moving fast through the Hollywood Hills, passes

large, beautiful homes... Edward shifts, grinding gears...

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT

The Ferrari comes to a red light and pulls up next to a Dodge Colt.

The GIRL in the Colt looks at Edward and his car admiringly.

Edward feeling confident now, revs the engine. The light turns

green. Edward immediately stalls the Ferrari. The Colt leaves

him in the dust.

INT. FERRARI - NIGHT

Edward drives. He blinks, shakes his head as if trying to rid

himself of his own tired thoughts.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT

The Ferrari comes to the intersection of OUTPOST and FRANKLIN,

stops. Edward gets out of the car. He looks at the street

signs. He has no idea where he is. He signs. He gets back

in the car and takes off on Franklin heading East.

EXT. A SIDE STREET IN HOLLYWOOD - NIGHT

A crumbling old apartment building. Dark alley ways, deserted

parking lot.

The Ferrari -- blink and you miss it -- motors past the building,

looking very out of place on the street.

PANNING UP A building facade of lit windows and metal fire

escape. One window in particular. A GIRL stands there in a

short kimono, looking down. And then she turns away.

INT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

A SERIES OF SHOTS to see her dressing.

INT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

VIVIAN turns and stares at herself in a grainy, cracked bedroom

mirror. She is twenty years old and a prostitute. Make-up

applied to give her a hard, older look doesn't quite succeed.

She'd be innocently beautiful without it. She is wearing tiny

shorts, a tight tube top, thigh high boots. She stares at

herself, not really liking what she sees. A moment. She signs,

turns off the light and walks out of the bedroom.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY - NIGHT

Faded, peeling walls. Thread bare, dirty carpet. Vivian locks

the apartment door behind her and starts down the dim hallway.

A door suddenly opens, startling her. An unshaved, enormously

pot bellied MAN in a stained t-shirt stares at Vivian with pig

eyes.

LANDLORD:

Vivian.

Vivian turns some "tough" on him.

VIVIAN:

Yeah, what?

LANDLORD:

Rent. You're late.

VIVIAN:

Don't give me that. Kit gave it

to you yesterday, cash.

LANDLORD:

Kit give me nothin'.

VIVIAN:

(suddenly uncertain)

You bullshittin' me?

LANDLORD:

Of rent I do not bullshit.

Vivian hurries at a run back down the hallway.

LANDLORD:

By the end of the week or you're

otta here.

(a beat)

By the way, you look very nice

tonight!

INT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN

Vivian pulls a coffee can off a shelf. She pulls off the top.

It's empty. She tosses the can away, starts for the door. She

opens it.

INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY - NIGHT

Down the hallway, the landlord is standing in front of his open

doorway, talking to a FAT WOMAN. They both glance up.

Vivian quickly closes the door. She doesn't want to deal with

them.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

Vivian comes off the fire escape onto the sidewalk. She hurried

away.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT

Vivian walks along, urgently looking for something... someone.

A BABBLING STREET-TYPE goes by happily talking to himself.

He wears an "I Love Hollywood" t-shirt.

Vivian passes TOURISTS but doesn't notice them any more than

she pays attention to the VAGRANT she passes further on, huddle

in a doorway.

A LONG-HAIRED KID on a SKATEBOARD goes by dropping off little

bags to various STREET-TYPES.

A BARKER-TYPE stands in front of a photo store urging tourists

to come in and take a photo with a cardboard cut-out of a movie

star. Some go in.

Vivian hurries past a group of rubbernecking JAPANESE TOURISTS.

A BLACK PROSTITUTE in a mini skirt strolls toward her. A car

passes. The DRIVER stares at Vivian with interest. She ignores

him. The black prostitute approaches the car.

PROSTITUTE:

Hey, baby, you lookin' for a date?

The Driver looks her over. The Black Prostitute gets in the

car and it drives away.

A GROUP OF MEN, mostly drug dealers, hang out at an all night

coffee shop. They WHISTLE and make obscene gestures and SOUNDS

as Vivian hurries by. She ignores them and goes next door into

a falafel stand. Half a dozen PEOPLE sit at dirty tables inside.

INT. FALAFEL STAND - NIGHT

Behind the counter are a MAN and a WOMAN, Vietnamese cooks

frying food, trying to ignore the unsavory crowd camped in the

shop.

VIVIAN:

Chan, you seen Kit tonight?

COOK 1

Hi, hi! No see nothing.

VIVIAN:

You do, tell her I'm looking for

her.

COOK 2

Looking good, bay-bee.

VIVIAN:

Yeah, you too, D'Nai. If Kit

comes in here, tell her stay.

Both of them nod and smile at Vivian. Vivian exits.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT

Skateboard zips by a GROUP. We SEE a police car parked at the

entrance to an alcove. Also, an ambulance. The bubblegum

lights are going. A CROWD has gathered. The happy man with

the "I Love Hollywood" t-shirt and a POLICE OFFICER are engaged

in tense conversation.

COP:

They just pulled her out of a

dumpster in the back. Now talk

to me.

MAN:

I tell you, man, I don't know who

she hang with.

COP:

She have a pimp?

MAN:

Cocaine her pimp, man. She a

strawberry. She be out on these

streets, day in, day out, tradin'

her sorry ass for crack. And

now she dead from it.

Vivian rushes up to join the outskirts of the crowd as the body

of a YOUNG GIRL is pulled out of an open dumpster and carried

towards the waiting ambulance. For a moment Vivian thinks

it's... no, Vivian turns grimly away.

Vivian surveys the dark street. And suddenly sees who's she's

looking for. Walks.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - WIG SHOP - NIGHT

We SEE a young, tough-looking MAN and WOMAN trying on wigs.

The STOREKEEPER is a man wearing a dress and wild wig. The

girl, KIT, is around 18, is dark haired and thin. The young

man, CARLOS, has his arm sloppily draped across Kit's shoulder.

They giggle about something, both obviously high. Kit looks

up, bleary-eyed. She stops. Vivian is standing in front of

her.

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