Pretty Woman Page #5

EDWARD:

Want to know something? I don't

quite know. I hadn't planned

this.

VIVIAN:

Do you plan everything?

EDWARD:

(a small smile)

Always.

VIVIAN:

Well, the meter's running, it's

your money. Speaking of which,

cash'll do. In advance.

EDWARD:

Fair enough.

He rises. Takes out his wallet. Standing over her, he drops

THREE crisp, new hundred dollar bills in Vivian's lap. She

picks up the bills, stares at them, trying not to be impressed.

She puts the money in her jacket. She realizes Edward is

standing over her as if waiting.

She leans forward, reaches out to unzip his pants. He abruptly

turns away.

EDWARD:

Let's talk some more first.

VIVIAN:

Right.

(brightly)

So! In town on business?

EDWARD:

(taking off his jacket)

Uh-huh.

VIVIAN:

Let me guess, you're a... lawyer.

EDWARD:

(loosening his tie)

And why do you say that?

VIVIAN:

(a small smile)

I dunno... you have that sharp,

useless look.

Edward almost smiles. He sits across from her again.

EDWARD:

Sounds like you've known a lot

of lawyers.

VIVIAN:

I've known a lot of everybody.

A chime goes off to indicate there's someone at the door.

EDWARD:

Champagne.

He starts to sit up. Vivian motions for him to stay put.

VIVIAN:

Hey. I might as well make myself

useful.

Edward sits back down. Vivian waltzes up the steps and opens

the front door. A WAITER comes into the room with a silver

cart; on it is a bucket of champagne and a covered bowl.

WAITER:

Where would you like it?

VIVIAN:

Where would we like it?

EDWARD:

Where would we like it? Here'll

be fine.

The Waiter carries it down the steps and sets it in the middle

of the living room. He turns and heads back up the stairs and

pauses near Vivian, staring. Vivian stares back at him.

VIVIAN:

What are you looking at?

The Waiter glances away uncomfortably and exits. Vivian closes

the door behind him. Vivian marches back down the stairs.

EDWARD:

I think he wanted you to tip him.

VIVIAN:

Tsk. Excuse me, I didn't think

he had change for a hundred.

Edward crosses to the silver stand. Vivian watches with

interest as he twirls the champagne bottle in the ice bucket.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

You have a wife? Girlfriend?

EDWARD:

I have both.

Edward lifts the bottle out. He deftly pops the cork on the

bottle without losing a drop of champagne.

VIVIAN:

Where are they? Shopping

together?

EDWARD:

They should be. They're both good

at it.

Edward pours the champagne into a single long stemmed glass and

hands one to Vivian.

EDWARD (cont'd)

My ex-wife lives in London in what

used to be my home.

My girlfriend is in New York

moving out of my apartment even

as we speak. Cheers.

He drinks, nods approvingly.

EDWARD:

It's a very good year.

VIVIAN:

Oooh, thank god.

Edward laughs softly. She sips it. To her surprise, really

likes it. Edward lifts a lid on a silver bowl to reveal a dozen

enormous strawberries.

EDWARD:

Try a strawberry.

VIVIAN:

Why?

EDWARD:

Because they bring out the flavor

of the champagne.

VIVIAN:

Jesus, you act like you're

seducing some Valley girl you

picked up in a dance club.

EDWARD:

Vivian... the meter's running...

cooperate.

A moment. She slowly eats a strawberry. The juice of it stains

her lips. Her eyes are like smoke as she takes a sensuous sip

of champagne, licks away the stain of the strawberry. His eyes

haven't left her.

EDWARD:

(softly)

You really are a very beautiful

girl.

VIVIAN:

(husky-voiced)

Just a romantic, that's you.

EDWARD:

Yes...

Her mouth is so wet and inviting... he leans closer...

VIVIAN:

Me too.

He's about to kiss her...

VIVIAN (cont'd)

Not on the lips.

He freezes. She pulls his head down to her breast.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT

Edward and Vivian on the bed. He is on his back, his shoulder

and head resting against the headboard. She is astride him,

hands resting on his chest, rocking... in control, confident...

very much liking the fire she's kindled in his eyes.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - CLOSE ANGLE ON THEIR FACES - NIGHT

EDWARD:

(touching her breasts)

What do you like?

VIVIAN:

If I want you to turn me on I'll

pay you three hundred. Just lay

back and let me drive.

Smiling, Vivian reaches behind her, touching him. He tries not

to groan. She's moving faster now. Edward suddenly pulls her

violently to him, he rolls her over...

INT. PENTHOUSE BATHROOM - SHOWER - NIGHT

A heavy spray of water comes down upon Edward. He stands there

quietly letting it wash over him. He turns off the shower,

steps out of the stall, picks up a towel and dries himself.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT

Edward stares. His expensive clothes are on the floor,

haphazardly dropped everywhere. Vivian's clothes, as tattered

as they are, are neatly folded and piled on a chair. The

incongruity of it touches Edward in a sad way. He looks toward

the bed. Vivian is fast asleep. Her heavy makeup has long since

been rubbed off. Asleep, her wary, smart-ass attitude is gone.

She looks like a sweet, gentle girl. He stares at her a moment

longer. He turns, goes into the living room. Vivian opens her

eyes. Through the open door she sees Edward sitting in a living

room chair. He is reading contracts.

EXT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE HOTEL - MORNING

The sun is coming up as HOTEL EMPLOYEE hoses down the sidewalk

in front of the hotel.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - MORNING

A WOMAN EMPLOYEE is vacuuming the lobby. She sees something

and pauses. She pulls a dead leaf from one of the potted

plants.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY - MORNING

The elevator doors open and A WAITER rolls a cart out into the

hallway. He takes it to the doors of the penthouse. He rings

the bell.

EDWARD (O.S.)

It's open.

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM - MORNING

The Waiter wheels in a table of food, coffee, champagne and

orange juice. Edward dressed in suit pants, white shirt and

suspenders, stands in the living room talking into a cordless

phone. Edward points the Waiter to the dining table.

EDWARD:

(into the phone)

Sorry. Go ahead.

INT. STUCKEY'S HOUSE - MORNING - INTERCUT

William Stuckey is behind his desk.

STUCKEY:

Kross knows we're after his

company. He wants to talk with

you. I don't think you should.

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