Pretty Woman Page #4

EDWARD:

Regent Beverly Wilshire. I bet

you know it.

VIVIAN:

(annoyed at his tone)

Yeah, I peed in the fountain there

once. Give me a break.

Edward glances over, amused. It hits him that she really is

an attractive girl.

EDWARD:

What's your name?

VIVIAN:

What do you want it to be?

(a beat)

Vivian, my name's Vivian.

EDWARD:

You like being a hooker, Vivian?

VIVIAN:

It pays.

EDWARD:

So do day jobs.

VIVIAN:

(sarcastic)

Day jobs, yeah. I've tried them.

(a beat)

Turn right.

EXT. SANTA MONICA BLVD. - NIGHT

The Ferrari glides along a seedy, West Hollywood section of

Santa Monica.

INT. FERRARI - MOVING - NIGHT

EDWARD:

Must be dangerous. Hooking.

VIVIAN:

Tell me about it. L.A. is

suffering from a wacko epidemic.

And who knows where half the guys

I pick up have been. I mean, I

use condoms. Always. And I get

checked out once a month at the

free clinic. Not only am I better

in the sack than an amateur, I'm

probably safer.

EDWARD:

Very good. You ought to have

that printed up on your business

card.

VIVIAN:

(a moment)

If you're making fun of me, I

don't like it.

EDWARD:

Sorry. If I did, I didn't mean

to.

Vivian unconsciously bites her fingernails.

EDWARD:

Ugly habit, biting your nails.

VIVIAN:

You don't know habits, you think

this is ugly.

But she puts her hands in her lap. She looks out the window.

She's safe from Carlos.

VIVIAN:

Okay, pull over. Let me out.

I've got to get back to work.

Edward pulls the Ferrari to the curb and stops.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

Stay on this street and you'll

hit Beverly Hills.

EDWARD:

What do you charge for company,

Vivian?

VIVIAN:

Company would cost you... a

hundred dollars.

EDWARD:

For the whole night?

VIVIAN:

For an hour.

EDWARD:

You're joking.

VIVIAN:

I never joke about money.

EDWARD:

Neither do I.

(a moment; amused)

A hundred bucks an hour though.

That's pretty stiff.

She reaches across the seat. Her hand goes in his lap.

VIVIAN:

No, but it's getting there.

EDWARD:

Vivian, how much to put up with

me for the entire night?

VIVIAN:

You couldn't afford it.

Vivian starts to get out of the car.

EDWARD:

Try me.

A moment. Vivian's sexy smile comes on.

VIVIAN:

Three hundred.

EDWARD:

Fine.

VIVIAN:

What's your name, lover.

EDWARD:

Edward. My name is Edward.

VIVIAN:

Edward... you got it!

Edward gets out of the car. Vivian looks at him confused.

EDWARD:

Get in. This side.

VIVIAN:

What?

EDWARD:

You know how to drive a stick?

Vivian moves around the car.

VIVIAN:

Better believe it.

EDWARD:

Then let's go. It's worth 300

just so I don't have to drive.

They get in the car.

INT. FERRARI - NIGHT

She starts the car, revs it.

VIVIAN:

Here we go Edward.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT

The Ferrari peels out, fishtails madly and SCREAMS up the

street.

EXT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE HOTEL - NIGHT

Thousands of tiny white lights sparkle along the walls of the

Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Bright flags are illuminated

by carefully placed spotlights. The Ferrari SCREAMS into the

driveway and comes to a jarring stop by the front door.

INT. FERRARI - NIGHT

Edward takes a moment to get his breath. He gestures toward

the back.

EDWARD:

My raincoat's in the back. Put

it on.

VIVIAN:

Why?

EDWARD:

You may feel more comfortable.

This is not the kind of place that

rents rooms by the hour.

VIVIAN:

You mean they don't have hookers.

EDWARD:

Every place has hookers, but if

this hotel has hookers, they don't

look like they're...

VIVIAN:

Off the boulevard.

EDWARD:

Exactly.

INT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT

As they walk in, Vivian is tying the trenchcoat.

VIVIAN:

Great. Now I took like a hooker

in a trenchcoat.

She looks up. She stops in her tracks. The lobby is bright

and spacious, filled with thick carved wood paneling. Even at

this hour there is a great deal of activity. MEN in business

suits and WOMEN in furs and jewels are passing by. Vivian's

face quickly conceals the sudden awe she feels at the sight of

all this luxury. Vivian matter of factly reaches out and takes

Edward's arm.

VIVIAN:

So let's go.

Edward guides them across the lobby. They reach the elevators

and go inside.

INT. HOTEL - ELEVATOR - NIGHT

The young ELEVATOR OPERATOR is dressed in a clean red uniform

that seems just a bit too tight. As the elevator doors close

he nods toward Edward.

OPERATOR:

Evening, sir.

EDWARD:

Good evening. Penthouse.

VIVIAN:

Penthouse. My, my.

She sees the operator glancing at her.

VIVIAN:

The penthouse. And step on it.

INT. HOTEL - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Edward and Vivian come out of the elevator into a hallway

leading to a single doorway with two heavy wood doors. Edward

pulls out his key and unlocks the doors. With a gentle push

the door slide open in unison. Edward gestures to Vivian to

go inside. She does. Edward closes the doors behind her.

INT. HOTEL - PENTHOUSE - NIGHT

As Vivian steps into the room she has the sensation of falling

off the top of the building. In front of her is a sunken living

room with massive windows revealing the sparkling lights of the

city below. For the first time, she is speechless. Edward

closes the door and walks past her down the steps to the living

room. Edward picks up a phone. Vivian checks out the room.

EDWARD:

(into the phone)

Room service.

(to Vivian)

What do you drink?

VIVIAN:

Diet coke.

EDWARD:

(into the phone)

Send up a bottle of Crystal

champagne.

VIVIAN:

Can I have some chips?

EDWARD:

(into the phone)

-- and a bowl of strawberries.

Thank you.

Vivian makes her way down the steps to the living room. She

stares at the view.

EDWARD:

(to Vivian)

Impressed?

Vivian is impressed but she's not going to admit it.

VIVIAN:

You kidding? I come here all the

time. As a matter of fact they

do rent this room by the hour.

Edward smiles. He sits down in a comfortable chair and leans

back. Vivian looks at him.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

Well, now that you have me for

the night, what are you going to

do with me?

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