Pretty Woman Page #6

INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM - MORNING

The Waiter returns. Edward signs the bill. The Waiter exits.

EDWARD:

I want to.

STUCKEY:

Edward, if the three of us sit

down together we might as well

announce our plans in the Wall

Street Journal.

EDWARD:

I'll see him alone. Everyone

knows you're my muscle. We'll

make it social. Tell Kross I'll

meet him for dinner. Tonight if

you can arrange it.

STUCKEY:

You shouldn't go alone. He might

claim that you tried to black mail

him.

EDWARD:

Bill, we're businessmen, not the

damn mafia. I'll see you in the

office. By the way, about your

car...

STUCKEY:

Oh, god, what?

EDWARD:

(smiling)

I'll bring it back.

Edward hangs up. He pours a glass of orange juice and takes

a sip, thinking. Something makes him turn. Vivian, wearing

a monogrammed hotel terry robe, is standing uncertainly in the

bedroom doorway.

EDWARD:

Good morning.

VIVIAN:

You didn't wake me. I'll be out

of here in a minute.

EDWARD:

No hurry. Would you like some

breakfast?

She's hungry and the breakfast looks great.

VIVIAN:

Only if you do.

Edward sits. Waits. Vivian sits across from him. Edward

serves them breakfast.

EDWARD:

Did you sleep well?

VIVIAN:

Yeah. Too good. I forgot where

I was.

EDWARD:

Occupational hazard?

She looks at him sharply, sees that he means no offense,

relaxes.

VIVIAN:

Where'd you go?

EDWARD:

I took the couch. I had some work

to do.

(hesitating)

About last night...

VIVIAN:

Oooh, Baby, you were the best.

I was beside myself.

EDWARD:

Mmm, I could tell.

VIVIAN:

I just hope it was worth three

hundred bucks.

EDWARD:

I'd say you give a good dollar

value.

They share a small smile. They eat.

EDWARD:

Do you ever... enjoy it?

VIVIAN:

I like guys if that's what you're

asking. Not that I trust'm.

EDWARD:

No? Why's that?

VIVIAN:

"Occupational hazard".

A moment. Edward chuckles. Vivian grins.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

what do you do anyway?

EDWARD:

I buy companies.

VIVIAN:

No sh*t. They expensive?

He almost smiles. She almost smiles back.

EDWARD:

The one I'm buying this week will

cost around 150 million.

VIVIAN:

... dollars?

He nods. This time Vivian is impressed.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

You are major league, baby. Your

mother must be very proud.

Edward is oddly pleased at her reaction.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - DAY

The closet door is open. Edward reaches for a tie. In the

closet are about a dozen expensive looking suits, shirts, shoes,

etc. She follows him in.

VIVIAN:

So what a ya do with the companies

once you buy'm?

EDWARD:

(fumbling with the tie)

I sell them.

VIVIAN:

What? Why?

She undoes his knot and starts over.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

At ease, let me do that. Part

of the all night services.

EDWARD:

By breaking up a company's assets

--

VIVIAN:

What are assets?

EDWARD:

Vivian --

VIVIAN:

C'mon, I might buy a company some

day.

EDWARD:

Assets are anything of value a

company owns. Sometimes the

pieces are worth more than the

whole. By selling them off, I

make a profit.

VIVIAN:

Sorta like stealing cars and

selling'm for parts, huh?

EDWARD:

Not... quite.

VIVIAN:

There, see? Now the emblem is

right in the middle of the knot.

EDWARD:

Where'd you learn to do this?

VIVIAN:

(sarcastic)

I f***ed the debate team in high

school. Tsk. I had a grampa.

He liked ties on Sundays. You

mind if I take a swim in your

bathtub before I hit it?

EDWARD:

Don't drown.

Vivian turns and heads toward the bathroom. He follows her

into the bathroom.

INT. PENTHOUSE BATHROOM - DAY

Vivian turns on the water in the tub. It fills the tub in a

torrential rush.

VIVIAN:

You could hold a pep rally in

here!

The phone on the marbled bathroom wall suddenly rings. Edward

reaches for it.

EDWARD:

(into the phone)

Yes.

INT. STUCKEY'S HOUSE - INTERCUT

Stuckey is walking around his desk.

STUCKEY:

Edward, it's me. Kross is all

set for tonight.

INT. PENTHOUSE BATHROOM - DAY

Vivian stares curiously at the bidet.

STUCKEY:

Listen, I gotta say this again,

I don't like you going alone.

She turns it on. The water hits her in the face.

EDWARD:

(stifling a chuckle)

I'm a big boy.

There are lotions and shampoos and bubblebaths on the edge of

the tub. Vivian regards them like a kid in a candy shop.

STUCKEY:

Let me at least get you a date.

Keep it social.

Edward watches as Vivian smells some bubble bath. She smiles.

Her eyes ask Edward if it's okay to...? He nods.

STUCKEY:

Edward, did you hear me?

EDWARD:

I'm here.

STUCKEY:

I know a lot of nice girls.

Vivian pours the bubblebath into the swirling water. There's

something about the look on her face... the way she bites her

lower lip... curious, sensual...

EDWARD:

I have one.

Edward hangs up the phone as Vivian curiously turns on the

television. The sound blares. She fumbles to turn it down.

Edward reaches over and turns it off.

EDWARD:

All right. How much for the week?

VIVIAN:

What?

EDWARD:

I'm in town until Saturday.

She look at him like he isn't speaking English.

EDWARD:

Do-you-want-to-stay-here-

for-the-week?

It takes Vivian a moment to respond.

VIVIAN:

It'd cost you.

EDWARD:

Of course. How much?

VIVIAN:

Five full nights... days too?

Edward nods. Vivian hesitates... it's got to be enough to

really change things... She shoots for the moon again.

VIVIAN:

Four thousand.

EDWARD:

Vivian, may I point out five more

nights at three hundred a night

is only 1,500.

VIVIAN:

But you want days too.

EDWARD:

All right, two thousand.

VIVIAN:

Three.

EDWARD:

Done.

VIVIAN:

Holy sh*t.

And then, quickly getting herself back together, she flips on

the sexy smile.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

Sugar, you got it. I will treat

you like a prince. Anything,

anyway you want.

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