Pretty Woman Page #21

EDWARD:

(turning from the

window)

That's everything.

The Bellman exits, closing the door behind him. The phone

rings. Edward crosses to it, picks it up. The Maid comes in,

looks around.

MAID:

The lady, she go?

EDWARD:

Yes. She go.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

Edward with the Bellhop heads to the front door. He's leaving.

BELLHOP:

Do you have a car taking you to

the airport, sir?

EDWARD:

Yes.

INT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY

Vivian, looking fresh scrubbed without make-up, is wearing

clean jeans, a nice looking shirt and a suit jacket. Her

bureau's are open. She is packing. Kit is watching. She takes

the photo of her and Kit dressed up hot in hooker clothes and

packs it.

KIT:

So whatta' you going to do in

San Francisco?

VIVIAN:

Get a job and probably go back

to school. Figure out what I'm

gonna be.

KIT:

What kind of school?

VIVIAN:

School, school. Regular. I used

to get pretty good grades in

school, you know.

KIT:

So did I. I made it with the

principal.

(recites)

Study hard And get a "B." Lift

your dress and an "A" you'll see.

They both laugh but too hard.

VIVIAN:

Want a pair of boots?

KIT:

Do I!? Momma!

Taking them, she sits on the bed and puts them on.

VIVIAN:

You sure you won't come with me?

KIT:

And leave all this? Not in a

million.

They laugh together.

KIT (cont'd)

What time's your bus?

VIVIAN:

Couple a hours.

KIT:

Yeah. Well... I gotta split.

Goodbye's make me crazy.

VIVIAN:

Cool your jets a second.

(going to her purse)

Here's some money.

KIT:

No. You took care of rent,

that's enough.

VIVIAN:

I want to. For food, got it?

Eat something before the wind

blows you away.

KIT:

I'm gonna pay you back next time

I see ya, babe. Just wait, I'm

gonna do something real nice for

you some day.

They hug.

KIT (cont'd)

Sh*t, I'm gettin' all weepy now.

Kit begins backing out of the room.

KIT (cont'd)

Take care of you, okay? Take

care of you. Love ya...

Kit turns and hurries out of the apartment.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD - DAY

Kit enters the falafel stand on Hollywood Boulevard.

INT. FALAFEL STAND - DAY

Kit enters, sits at the counter.

KIT:

Coffee, Chan. And maybe a

grilled cheese on white, okay?

A very young GIRL is sitting just down the counter from Kit.

Kit nods at her.

KIT:

Hey, how you doin'. You new,

huh?

GIRL:

Yeah. Got a cigarette?

KIT:

Sure.

She passes the girl down the pack. She strikes a match, lights

her cigarette for her. The girl inhales deep, lets it out with

a sigh. She looks towards the window.

GIRL:

Jeez, did the wacko in the suit.

Kit turns to look.

KIT'S P.O.V. - HOLLYWOOD BLVD.

Outside, across the street, Edward has accosted two

PROSTITUTES; one blonde, one a red haired black one.

INT. FALAFEL STAND - DAY - BACK TO SCENE

Kit rises.

KIT:

Chan? Keep the sandwich warm,

I'll be back.

She heads out the door.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD - DAY

Edward is still talking to the prostitutes.

EDWARD:

I'm looking for a girl, Vivian,

young, dark hair, big eyes...?

They shake their heads.

EDWARD:

She's mouthy. Sort of

difficult...?

PROSTITUTE 1

Ain't seen her, wouldn't know

her.

PROSTITUTE 2

What's wrong with us, man? Two

for the price a one, what ya say?

EDWARD:

(disappointed)

Thank you. No.

They turn and walk away. Edward stands there, not knowing

what to do next. He looks discouraged and lost.

KIT (O.S.)

Edward Harris, as I live and

breathe!

Edward quickly turns to find Kit staring at him. Kit smiles,

triumphantly.

KIT (cont'd)

Yeah. Boy, you're just like she

said.

She turns and starts away. She stops, turns back.

KIT (cont'd)

You comin' or not? I don't got

all day, I got a grilled cheese

waitin'.

Edward follows Kit.

INT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT - DAY

Vivian sits on her bed, lost in thought. Her bags are packed,

ready to go. With a sigh she rises. She picks up the bags,

exits the room.

Vivian stands in the dreary living room, looking at it, taking

it all in for the last time. She suddenly looks more than a

little bit frightened to be leaving. She musters resolve. She

goes to the door, opens it and exits, closing it behind her.

Silence. Vivian suddenly comes back in. She puts down her

bags. She crosses to the kitchen where she takes coffee

can/piggy bank from the shelf. She puts some more bills into

it, places it back where Kit will find it.

She turns and starts again for the door.

She stops. She hears something. MUSIC. An aria from La

Boheme. Faint. Seemingly coming from nowhere. She dismisses

it -- she's hearing things. She opens the door. Stops. The

music is louder and getting louder now -- it's not her

imagination. She hurries over to the window.

EXT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

Vivian comes out onto the fire escape. She stares in wonder.

A snow white limo comes up the street. A necktie has been tied

to the antennae like a knight's token. The MUSIC from La Boheme

is BLARING from the car's stereo. Edward is standing on the

car's seat, his head and body up through the open sunroof. The

wind blows at his hair. He is smiling.

Everywhere on the street people are staring; the BUMS, the

PUSHERS, the PASSERBY'S, the TOURISTS.

Vivian doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The car comes to a stop in front of the Vivian's building.

Vivian's landlord comes out the front door. His eyes go wide

in disbelief.

Edward disembarks from the limo by coming up through the

sunroof. He leaps nimbly to the ground. He crosses to the entrance

of the alleyway, looking up at Vivian on the fire escape.

VIVIAN:

You are really lost this time.

Edward wordlessly holds up a hand for her.

With a sudden cry of joy, Vivian comes down the fire escape.

She stops at the bottom stair. Edward comes forward and sweeps

her into his arms. They kiss.

He carries her to the limo as if she's weightless. Her feet

never touch the ground.

The car door closes behind them. The limo drives away.

The people of the street watch it go.

THE END:

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