Pretty Woman Page #20

He tries to kiss her again.

STUCKEY (cont'd)

Is that what he likes about you?

Huh? Answer me!

And suddenly a HAND lands on Stuckey's shoulder. Stuckey turns

his head, startled.

INT. PENTHOUSE - REVERSE ANGLE - STUCKEY'S P.O.V.

Edward, murder in his eyes, belts Stuckey across the room.

INT. PENTHOUSE - NIGHT - BACK TO SCENE

Stuckey falls on the ground. Edward rushes forward, berserk

with rage, to hit Stuckey again. His fist hits the top of

Stuckey's head, hurting Edward's hand more than Stuckey's skull.

Vivian rushes out of room to bathroom. Again Stuckey tries

to rise. Edward kicks him in the butt, sends him headfirst into

the bar. Glasses and bottles CRASH to the floor. Stuckey again

tries to rise. And collapses. Edward rubs his fist. They're

not used to this violence and both stare at each other panting.

STUCKEY:

You broke my nose.

EDWARD:

I think I broke my hand.

(a beat)

You're fired.

STUCKEY:

Edward, we've been together ten

years.

EDWARD:

And I don't like what we've

become. I'll cover any losses

you have on this one. Now get

out, you a**hole!

STUCKEY:

All this because of that whore!

EDWARD:

Yes.

Edward pushes Stuckey out the door and throws his briefcase

after him.

STUCKEY:

Edward, think about what you're

--

Edward slams the door in his face. Edward stands there,

reflecting on what he's done.

EDWARD:

(to himself, almost

proud)

Well, I didn't plan that!

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT - LATER

Edward holds an icepack to Vivian's cheek.

VIVIAN:

Why do guys always know how to

hit a woman? Right across the

cheek, wham, so it feels like your

eye is gonna explode. What do

they do, take you all aside in

high school and show you how?

It pisses me off!

EDWARD:

Not all men hit. And no one is

going to hit you anymore.

VIVIAN:

Right.

(softening)

You're quite the Sir Galahad

today, aren't ya'?

(a beat)

I heard what you did with Kross.

EDWARD:

It was a business decision.

Vivian looks at him.

EDWARD:

I got tired of hating my father.

VIVIAN:

(a small smile)

It was good.

EDWARD:

It felt good.

Edward looks on the bed at her suitcases.

EDWARD:

You're packing.

VIVIAN:

(nods)

I'm leaving.

(a moment)

Don't ya see? If I stay with

you like you want me to, there'll

always be some guy, your friends

eve, treatin' me like that...

thinkin' they're allowed to. What

are you gonna do, fight'm all?

No. I'll take my money now,

please.

A moment. Edward reaches for his wallet. He counts out bills.

He places them in Vivian's suitcase. He puts his arms around

Vivian.

VIVIAN:

Aw, don't... no...

EDWARD:

Stay with me tonight. Not

because you're being paid to.

Stay with me because you want to.

VIVIAN:

I do. I do want to. That's why

I'm leaving.

(turning to him)

That's what you given me, see?

I know what I want now. I want

a guy like you for real. Not

because you buy me things and give

me money. The nicest thing you

ever done for me is hold my hand.

You gonna give me that?

Edward is silent.

VIVIAN:

I didn't think so.

EDWARD:

Vivian...

VIVIAN:

It's not your fault. You're

right. Kit's right.

(looks him right in the

eye)

But I want the fairy tale.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - EVENING

Vivian comes out of the elevators. A BELLMAN sees her and

springs forward, reaching for her bags.

BELLMAN:

Let me take those, miss.

VIVIAN:

Thanks.

Vivian sees Mr. Thomas behind the front desk.

VIVIAN:

I'll be out front in a minute.

I got a cab comin'.

The bellman moves away. Vivian walks to the front desk.

VIVIAN:

Hi, Barney!

MR. THOMAS

(looking up)

Miss Vivian.

VIVIAN:

Look I just wanted to say

goodbye.

MR. THOMAS

Mr. Harris doesn't check out

until tomorrow.

VIVIAN:

Yeah, well, I check out today.

MR. THOMAS

You're not accompanying him to

New York?

VIVIAN:

(lightly)

Come on, Barney, you and me live

in the real world.

(a beat)

You don't know how to treat a girl

like anything but a lady, Mr.

Thomas.

MR. THOMAS

Certain ladies make that very

easy... Vivian.

(turning to the desk

clerk)

John, call a limousine for our

guest, please. Have it take her

anywhere she wishes to go. Bill

the hotel.

(turning back to Vivian)

See you again sometime soon.

Vivian smiles softly at him. She turns and walks for the door.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - DAY

A long silver limo drives down Hollywood Blvd.

INT. LIMO - DAY

The LIMO DRIVER pushes the button that rolls down the screen

between back and front seats.

DRIVER:

You're sure this is the right

street, ma'am?

VIVIAN:

Yes. 1312. It's a big apartment

building.

EXT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

The limo pulls to a stop in front of a rundown apartment

building on a dirty Hollywood side street. The Limo Driver,

a large Latino man, steps out of the car and walks around to

the passenger door. As he does, he surveys the surroundings

uncomfortably. Ths is rough neighborhood. He opens the door.

Vivian steps out.

LIMO DRIVER:

Maybe I should go with you. This

doesn't look like a good place

for a lady to be alone.

Several PEOPLE pass. All of them stare at the car, at the

driver, at Vivian in her lovely clothes.

VIVIAN:

I'll be okay. I'm home. Thank

you.

The driver, confused, watches her hurry up the steps to the

apartment building. He drives off.

INT. APARTMENT LOBBY - DAY

Vivian walks toward her apartment. The Landlord is sitting

at the front desk in a dirty undershirt.

LANDLORD:

Hey, we announce guests here.

You a relative of somebody?

Vivian lowers her sunglasses.

LANDLORD (cont'd)

Viv -- is that you?

VIVIAN:

Yeah, it's me.

She keeps walking.

LANDLORD:

You lookin' good, Viv'. Nice

threads. I gotta find time to

shop.

INT. PENTHOUSE - DAY

Edward stands at the penthouse window, looking out. He is

dressed now, ready for travel. There is something about his

expression, his somber demeanor that suggests the way we saw

him at the very top of the story. A BELLMAN enters from the

bedroom, rolling a luggage loaded dolly along in front of him.

BELLMAN:

Is that everything, sir?

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