Rear Window Page #9

LISA:

Carol --

The CAMERA PANS HER over to a third lamp which she turns on.

She is now full figure, beautifully groomed and flawless.

Her dress is high-style fashion and dramatic evening wear.

LISA:

Fremont.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - SUNSET - SEMI-CLOSEUP

Jeff looks across the room at her.

JEFF:

The Lisa Fremont who never wears the

same dress twice?

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - SUNSET - SEMI-LONG SHOT

LISA:

Only because it's expected of her.

She does a professional model's turn in the dress showing

off its features.

LISA:

Right off the Paris plane. Think it

will sell?

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - SUNSET - SEMI-CLOSEUP

Jeff replies:

JEFF:

Depends on the quote. Let's see --

there's the plane tickets over, import

duties, hidden taxes, profit markups --

LISA:

-- A steal at eleven hundred dollars.

JEFF:

(A low whistle)

That dress should be listed on the

stock exchange.

LISA:

We sell a dozen a day in this price

range.

JEFF:

Who buys them? Tax collectors?

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - SUNSET - MEDIUM SHOT

She laughs pleasantly.

LISA:

Even if I had to pay, it would be

worth it -- just for the occasion.

She looks down at the long mahogany table beside her which

is littered with a number of his personal effects.

Her own handbag is also on the table. As she talks her eyes

scan the table as if she's looking for something specific.

JEFF:

(Off -- puzzled)

Something big going on somewhere?

LISA:

(Looking up from the

table)

Going on right here. It's a big night.

JEFF:

(Off)

It's just a run-of-the-mill Monday.

The calendar's loaded with them.

Lisa finds what she has been looking for. Picks up an old

and cracked cigarette box, examines it as she talks.

LISA:

It's opening night of the last

depressing week of L. B. Jefferies

in a cast.

JEFF:

(Off)

Hasn't been any big demand for

tickets.

She turns to look at him, and moves toward him, carrying the

cigarette box.

LISA:

(Smiling)

That's because I bought out the house.

This cigarette box has seen better

days.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - SUNSET - MEDIUM SHOT

Lisa facing Jeff in the chair.

JEFF:

Picked it up in Shanghai -- which

has also seen better days.

LISA:

It's cracked -- and you never use

it. And it's too ornate. I'm sending

up a plain, flat silver one -- with

just your initials engraved.

JEFF:

Now that's no way to spend your hard-

earned money!

LISA:

I wanted to, Jeff.

(A sudden intake of

breath)

Oh!

She turns around quickly and dashes to the door, dropping

the cigarette box on the table as she passes, THE CAMERA

PANNING with her. She goes up the two steps, stops, turns

back to Jeff.

LISA:

What would you think of starting off

with dinner at the "21"?

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - SUNSET - SEMI-CLOSEUP

JEFF:

You have, perhaps, an ambulance

outside?

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - SUNSET - SEMI-LONG SHOT

She reaches for the doorknob, turns it:

LISA:

(Simply)

Better than that. The "21."

She swings open the door and stands to one side. Framed in

the doorway is middle-aged waiter wearing a white linen pea

jacket with a red collar. He's carrying in one hand a large

portable warming oven, and in the other hand an ice bucket

containing a bottle of wine covered with a napkin.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - SUNSET - CLOSEUP

His reaction is one of tender amusement.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - SUNSET - MEDIUM SHOT

LISA:

Thank you for waiting Carl.

He smiles, nods enters. He goes down the stairs, as she

follows. THE CAMERA GOES with both of them.

LISA:

Kitchen's on the left. I'll take the

wine.

He hands her the wine bucket and she places it on the table.

He moves toward the kitchen.

CARL:

Good evening, Mr Jefferies.

JEFF:

Hello.

Carl goes into the kitchen.

LISA:

(Up, to Carl)

Just put everything right in the

oven Carl. On "low."

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