Pretty Woman Page #7

EDWARD:

I'm not just talking about sex.

VIVIAN:

Look butthead, I'll treat you so

nice you'll never want to let me

go, okay?

EDWARD:

Three thousand for five days.

And Vivian, I will let you go.

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - MORNING

Edward comes out into the bedroom. Vivian quickly follows.

They move through the bedroom into the living room.

EDWARD:

I'll be out most of the day.

He reaches into his pocket for a money clip. He peels off

bills. He hands the cash to Vivian.

EDWARD:

I want you to go out and buy some

decent clothes.

Vivian's eyes go wide at the amount of money.

EDWARD:

Nothing too flashy, not too sexy.

Conservative. Understand?

INT. PENTHOUSE ENTRANCE WAY - DAY

They're at the front door.

VIVIAN:

Yeah, you want me to dress like

your high class girlfriend.

You're wasting your money though.

All I'm gonna do is hang around

the hotel. As a matter of fact,

I may never get out of that

bathtub.

Edward opens the door, he starts to exit. He turns back.

EDWARD:

Think again. I'm taking you out

to an important dinner with me

tonight.

The door closes in her face.

INT. OUTSIDE THE PENTHOUSE DOOR - DAY

VIVIAN (O.S.)

(from inside)

What? Are you crazy?

Edward smiles to himself.

EDWARD:

Probably.

INT. PENTHOUSE BATHROOM - DAY

Vivian is stretched out in the hot bubble bath. The TV is on.

She clicks the remote control in her hand.

VIVIAN:

Three thousand...

She lies back into the soapy water and disappears. She suddenly

pops back up, laughing.

VIVIAN:

Three thousand!

A thought occurs to her. She reaches for the cordless phone.

She dials. She waits. She is about to disconnect when the

phone is answered.

KIT (O.S.)

'Lo.

VIVIAN:

Kit! Where've you been?

KIT (O.S.)

I was asleep. You woke me. You

okay?

VIVIAN:

Kit, listen, the guy last night,

the one in the Ferrari, I'm at

this hotel, the Regent Beverly

Wilshire, it's this absolutely

unbelievable place and he's hired

me for a whole week and Kit,

listen, he's paying me three

thousand bucks! We can get out

of the apartment. We can get out

of this town. We can do anything!

(silence)

Kit? Hey, you there?

KIT (O.S.)

Why'd he want you?

That hurts. Perhaps because Vivian's been wondering the same

thing.

VIVIAN:

He... he just does.

KIT (O.S.)

I'm sorry, Viv'. Carlos has been

on my back.

(a beat)

Did you get the money up front

like I taught ya'?

VIVIAN:

Three hundred for last night and

he gave me extra to buy some

clothes. Now listen, I'm gonna

leave an envelope for you at the

front desk.

Give me two hundred to the scum

bucket and the other hundred to

that a**hole landlord for part

of the rent. Spend it on drugs

and I'll pull your hair out.

KIT:

I'm getting dressed now. I'll

be over. Bye.

VIVIAN:

Hey Kit, where do I go for the

clothes? Good stuff on him.

KIT (O.S.)

(brightening)

In Beverly Hills?

VIVIAN:

Yeah.

KIT (O.S.)

Baby! Rodeo Drive.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

Vivian comes out of the elevator and crosses the lobby. She

is back in her hooker clothes. She leaves an envelope at the

front desk.

MR. THOMAS, the prim, middle-aged hotel manager, steps out from

his office. He stares in surprise and displeasure as he sees

Vivian exit out the front door. Vivian doesn't notice the odd

stares she gets from two well-dressed MIDDLE-AGED WOMEN who are

just entering.

EXT. RODEO DRIVE - DAY

Vivian is looking wide-eyed and delighted and yes, more than

a bit overwhelmed. She passes store windows... and MORE STORE

WINDOWS... and still MORE STORE WINDOWS. Each display is more

beautiful and expensive than the one before.

Vivian is also aware that she is getting odd looks. From

PASSERBY'S. Two beautiful dressed GIRLS her own age look at

her, turn away and giggle. The uniformed GUARDS that stand at

attention in front of many of the stores, stare at her

suspiciously.

Feeling more and more uncomfortable, Vivian comes to a posh

woman's boutique. She hesitates for a moment. She enters.

INT. BOUTIQUE - DAY

Vivian is no sooner in the door than she is subject to the

disapproving stare of a SALESWOMAN standing behind the counter.

SALESWOMAN:

(cooly)

May I help you?

VIVIAN:

I'm just looking, thanks.

Vivian tiptoes through the shop as if it was filled with

delicate glass objects. She cautiously examines a dress. The

Saleswoman quickly comes around the counter and approaches her.

SALESWOMAN:

Are you looking for something in

particular?

VIVIAN:

Yes. Something... conservative.

SALESWOMAN:

Yes...

Vivian eyes the Saleswoman, puzzled at her tone. She examines

a dress.

VIVIAN:

You have beautiful things.

(no reply)

How much is this?

SALESWOMAN:

I don't think it would fit you.

VIVIAN:

(beginning to get the

drift)

I didn't ask if it would fit.

I asked how much it was.

SALESWOMAN:

It's very expensive.

Vivian's body tenses as she stares at the Saleswoman.

VIVIAN:

What is with you?

SALESWOMAN:

(unblinking)

Excuse me?

VIVIAN:

I'm going to spend money.

SALESWOMAN:

I don't think we have anything

for you here. You're obviously

in the wrong place.

Vivian is speechless. She turns and stomps toward the door.

She stops and spins around staring at the Saleswoman. Vivian

flips her off. She throws the door open and storms outside.

The Saleswoman calmly strolls back to her counter and returns

to her place.

EXT. RODEO DRIVE - DAY

Vivian comes out onto the street and stands, lost. She takes

a deep breath, trying to control herself. Two WOMEN, in elegant

designer outfits, stroll by, eyeing Vivian as if she were a

freak. Vivian suddenly feels naked. She turns and hurries

away.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

Vivian enters the lobby, upset, nervous and paranoid. She feels

an emptiness in her stomach at the sight of all the luxury

around her. She hurries toward the elevators.

At the front desk, Mr. Thomas, once again spots her. He crosses

the lobby and deftly cuts her off from the elevator.

MR. THOMAS

May I help you Miss?

Vivian stops, practically shaking with terror.

VIVIAN:

I'm just going to my room.

MR. THOMAS

You're a guest here?

VIVIAN:

I'm -- I'm with a friend.

MR. THOMAS

And who is that?

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