Pretty Woman Page #8

VIVIAN:

I... Edward...

Vivian's face is filled with confusion. She doesn't know his

name. The elevator doors open behind them. She spots the

Operator.

VIVIAN:

(blurting it out)

He knows me.

Mr. Thomas turns and eyes the Operator curiously. The Operator

looks back at them innocently. With a smooth gesture Mr. Thomas

waves the Operator over.

MR. THOMAS

Do you know this young lady?

The Operator nods.

OPERATOR:

She's with Mr. Harris.

MR. THOMAS

(surprised)

Mr. Harris?

OPERATOR:

She apparently joined him last

night.

Mr. Thomas waves the Operator away.

MR. THOMAS

Why don't you come with me. We'll

chat for just a moment.

He takes Vivian gently but firmly by the arm and leads her off.

INT. HOTEL OFFICE - DAY

In a richly furnished office, Mr. Thomas places Vivian in a

comfortable chair and then leans against the edge of his desk.

MR. THOMAS

What's your name?

VIVIAN:

Vivian.

MR. THOMAS

Miss Vivian... things that go

on in other hotels don't happen

at the Regent Beverly Wilshire.

Vivian says nothing.

MR. THOMAS (cont'd)

Mr. Harris, however, is a very

special customer. And we like

to think of our special customers

as friends. As a customer, we

would expect Mr. Harris to sign

in any additional guests. But

as a friend, we're willing to

overlook it, I'm assuming you're

a... relative?

Vivian finds herself nodding.

MR. THOMAS (cont'd)

I thought so. You must be his...?

VIVIAN:

Niece?

MR. THOMAS

Of course. Naturally when Mr.

Harris leaves, I won't see you

in this hotel again.

Vivian bites her lower lip, nods.

MR. THOMAS (cont'd)

Good. We understand one another.

(as a gentle

afterthought:
)

I would also encourage you to

dress in a more appropriate

manner.

Vivian's face screws up as she tries hard not to cry.

VIVIAN:

That's what I was trying to do.

She can't help it, the tears come. Vivian pulls out the money

Edward gave her. She drops it on the desk. It's a moist-

looking wad now.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

I was trying to get some other

clothes... but...

they wouldn't... they made me feel

like sh*t...

She can't go on. Mr. Thomas politely glances at the money.

He unfolds it, smoothes it and hands it back to her. He sighs.

He picks up the phone. He dials.

MR. THOMAS

(into the phone)

Women's clothing.

(beat)

Bridget, please.

Vivian is staring at him.

MR. THOMAS (cont'd)

Bridget, hello, this is Barnard

Thomas over at the Regent Beverly

Wilshire. Well, thank you, that's

flattering. I'd like to ask a

favor of you. I'm going to send

someone over. Her name is Vivian.

She's a guest of ours. A very

special guest.

He glances at Vivian. With those simple words, he'd made her

feel better.

MR. THOMAS (cont'd)

She's from out of town and she

needs a little help in dressing.

Perhaps you could help her out.

Thank you very much. She'll be

right over.

He sets the phone down and smiles patronizingly at Vivian.

MR. THOMAS (cont'd)

There you are. If you have any

other problems, come ask for me

personally. I'm Mr. Thomas.

VIVIAN:

Barney.

She smiles mischievously.

EXT. FORT OF LOS ANGELES - DAY

A sleek corporate helicopter flies over the port.

EXT. BUILDING ROOFTOP - DAY

Edward, Vance, Stuckey and Jake walk toward the building's

edge. They look out over the empty shipyard as Vance describes

it.

VANCE:

Okay... this is the jewel in

Kross's crown. We can strip out

all the heavy equipment. Some

of the cranes are very valuable

overseas. The Japanese are

salivating for them.

STUCKEY:

Prime industrial property

straddling the Port of Long Beach

and Los Angeles. It gives me a

hard-on.

Edward points toward one of the edges of the shipyard.

EDWARD:

What's that long building over

there?

JAKE:

Storage, I think.

EDWARD:

Not with those smokestacks it's

not.

VANCE:

Let me check.

Vance pulls out a notebook.

JAKE:

The real estate possibilities

are endless. Most of the yard

we'll just level. I talked to

a couple of developers, under the

table, of course, and they said

--

EDWARD:

You what?

JAKE:

I talked to some developers about

the land.

STUCKEY:

What kind of an idiot are you?

You don't talk about this to

anyone.

JAKE:

They're close friends, they'd

never breathe a word --

STUCKEY:

(to Vance)

Where did you dig this moron up?

VANCE:

He's right, Jake, that was an

incredibly stupid thing to do.

It won't happen again, Edward.

I'll pull him off the project

immediately.

EDWARD:

Don't bother.

STUCKEY:

What!?

EDWARD:

We don't have the time to bring

someone new up to speed.

Besides...

(not unkindly, to Jake)

You've already impressed everyone

you need to, haven't you?

JAKE:

It won't happen again, Mr. Harris.

Vance has found what he was looking for in his notebook.

VANCE:

This is interesting. That

building is storage now, but it

used to be a smelting plant. They

closed it down after World War

II.

EDWARD:

I want our lawyers to check into

the toxic waste licences on them

right away. I want to know if the

permits are still valid and what

kind of limits are on them.

STUCKEY:

Jesus, yes. It's a long shot but

if the permits are still in

effect, they're worth a fortune.

He turns away. The other follow Edward back toward the

stairs.

EDWARD:

What time's diner tonight?

STUCKEY:

Eight o'clock. Kross is bringing

his son. Very bright kid, watch

yourself with him. Who's this

girl you're taking?

EDWARD:

No one you know.

INT. SAKS - SECOND FLOOR - DAY

The elevator opens and Vivian walks out and surveys the room

nervously. She walks toward the women's clothing section.

BRIDGET, a large friendly woman, spots her and quickly

approaches.

BRIDGET:

You must be Vivian.

Vivian nods.

BRIDGET (cont'd)

Let's look at you...

She steps back, regards Vivian with a professional eye.

BRIDGET (cont'd)

Where are you from, dear?

VIVIAN:

(pause)

Georgia.

BRIDGET:

No wonder. For starts, you should

know that hot pants are horrid,

even when you do have the legs

to carry them off. What are your

plans while you're in town?

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