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PRETTY WOMAN
PART 13
EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - SUNSET
The setting sun casts an incredibly glow over the city and the
coast.
VIVIAN (O.S.)
You ever been in love with anyone?
INT. CORPORATE JET - SUNSET
Vivian is at the window, looking out. She carefully puts her
earrings back on. She stares, mesmerized by the skyline, the
golden gate bridge in the distance. She turns. Edward is
buttoning his shirt. He is silent.
VIVIAN
Sorry. You're not paying me to
ask you question like that.
EDWARD
Vivian. I'm paying you to be
you. Be you.
(a beat)
Have you? Ever been in love with
anyone?
VIVIAN
You mean, besides Elvis?
(turning back to the
window)
I'm a human being. Sure. Once.
First time I ever ran away from
home, I got as far as Atlanta.
I met this boy. He'd been with
his parents on their way to
Chicago. They stopped at a gas
station. He went to the john.
When he came back they'd split.
We sorta started looking out for
each other. Aw, he was sweet.
And boy, was he good looking,
y'know, dark hair and eyes.
The chicken hawks were on him all
the time. He hated that.
Sometimes we'd find a safe place
to crash nights and we'd curl up
together and we'd talk about all
these crazy things. The two of
us getting married someday.
Having kids. Stupid stuff.
EDWARD
What happened to him?
A moment. Vivian shrugs.
VIVIAN
My father found me. Dragged me
home. I don't know why, he never
seemed to like me much when I was
there.
(a bitter smile)
'Cept when he was drunk, then he
liked me a whole lot.
(a moment)
I made it back to Atlanta a year
later. Andy was gone.
Silence. Vivian stares out the window.
VIVIAN
Aw, but things sure look fine
when you're sitting way up high.
Edward moves close to Vivian and putting an arm around her
shoulders, stares with her out at the view. Vivian rests her
head against him.
EXT. SAN FRANCISCO OPERA HOUSE - NIGHT
An airport limo pulls to a stop in front of the San Francisco
Opera House. The DRIVER walks around back and opens the
passenger door. Edward emerges and helps Vivian out.
INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE LOBBY - NIGHT
Edward puts his hand on Vivian's elbow as they walk through
the elegant lobby.
EDWARD
Some people say that opera is an
acquired taste, but I don't
believe it. You can always tell
when someone goes to the opera
for the first time. They either
love it or hate it. Those who
love it will always love it; those
who hate it might come to
appreciate it, but they'll never
truly love it.
Vivian is wide eyed as they walk past a beautifully lit fountain with several graceful statues in its center. Everywhere she looks she sees elegantly dressed WOMEN and prosperous looking MEN. It makes her nervous. Without realizing it, she raises a protective hand up to her necklace. She looks as if she suspects someone is going to step up and steal it.
EDWARD
Viv? I really doubt if anyone
here is going to try and grab it.
Vivian reluctantly lowers her hands.
INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE LOBBY - ANOTHER ANGLE - NIGHT
A crowd of PEOPLE mill around the lobby, heading toward their
seats. Vivian is aware of the looks she draws as she passes
-- curious, even envious looks from the WOMEN, appreciative
glances from the MEN. Her hands again rises nervously to her
necklace.
EDWARD
They all think you look very
beautiful, Vivian.
Vivian gives him a grateful look. Relaxing, she lowers her hand
from the necklace. With a flourish, he offers his arm. She
takes it. They start forward.
INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE BOX - NIGHT
Edward and Vivian take their seats in a box high above the
stage.
VIVIAN
If it's in Italian, how will I
know what they're saying?
EDWARD
I'll whisper some of the main
parts of the story to you. But
you'll be surprised how much you
understand. The music conveys
the story more powerfully than
any words.
VIVIAN
But don't they have it in
English?
EDWARD
Vivian, don't be afraid of what
you don't know. That's the fun
of it.
The lights dim.
VIVIAN
(resigned)
Okay. Even if I hate it, I'm
glad you brought me.
The orchestra begins to play. Vivian's eyes focus intensely
on the stage, as if a new world is about to be revealed to her.
INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE STATE - NIGHT
IN A MONTAGE OF IMAGES AND MUSIC - LA BOHEME is performed.
The lights from the stage dance across Vivian's face. Edward
leans over to translate the tenor's aria.
EDWARD
What am I? I am a poet. Not
a man of wealth but one rich in
dreams. You have come to replace
my vanished dreams. I dwell now
only in your eyes.
The MUSIC ebbs and swells. The sets and costumes change. The
story continues.
Edward again leans close to Vivian.
EDWARD
And now she asks Rudolpho if he
still thinks her beautiful --
Vivian raises a hand and gently covers Edward's mouth. Her eyes
are fixed on the stage. She doesn't need his help.
The emotions building inside Vivian swell as the music is
reaching its tragic climax. Her lips tremble. Her eyes fill
with tears. Edward glances at her. He studies her a long
moment, watching the emotions play unashamedly across her face.
Strangely moved, he takes Vivian's hand.
As the opera ends, they are both swept away by it.
INT. S.F. OPERA HOUSE BOX - NIGHT
As the lights come up, Vivian wipes off her tear-ruined
mascara. She sighs, happy. The WOMEN in the next box smile
at her.
OLDER WOMAN
Did you enjoy the opera, dear?
VIVIAN
(tearfully)
It was so beautiful I just about
pissed my pants.
Edward smiles at the now shocked looking Older Woman and he
and the still misty Vivian exit.
INT. CORPORATE JET - NIGHT - LATER
Edward and Vivian sit side by side.
EDWARD
If you'd gone on about how much
you liked it, I'm not sure I'd
have believed you.
VIVIAN
I more than liked it.
EDWARD
I know. I'm glad.
VIVIAN
Did you?
EDWARD
Yes. I've never enjoyed it more.
Thank you.
Vivian looks at him a moment. And then, leaning slowly forward
she kisses him gently on the mouth. He looks at her surprise.
He puts his arms around her and kisses her back. It is the
first time they've kissed and they make it very special.
EXT. CORPORATE JET - NIGHT
The plane flies in the night. Back to L.A.
INT. REGENT BEVERLY WILSHIRE PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT
IN A SERIES OF CROSS FADES Edward and Vivian make love.
Equally giving, equally taking. No masks, no shields.
INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT - LATER
In the darkened bedroom, Edward and Vivian lie together.
Edward cradles Vivian. Her back rests against his chest. His
arm is over her body.
She takes Edward's hand in her hands and carefully examines
it; marveling at the fingers, the tiny hairs on the back. She
gently kisses the palm.
VIVIAN
Love you...
She clutches Edward's hand tightly to her breast. She closes
her eyes, ready to sleep now.
INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - ANGLE ON EDWARD - NIGHT
His eyes open. Vivian's whispered endearment has filled with
him with sudden confusion and uncertainty. He stares into the
dark, wondering what to do with the woman in his arms.
INT. PENTHOUSE - OUTDOOR PATIO - MORNING
The phone rings. Edward immediately reaches out and picks it
up. He is dressed in a robe. Breakfast is on the umbrella'd
table in front of him.
EDWARD
Yes?
INT. STUCKEY'S HOME - LIBRARY- MORNING - INTERCUT
Stuckey, not even dressed yet, paces around his desk.
STUCKEY
Did I wake you?
EDWARD
I'm up.
STUCKEY
I had to call. I jus got off
the phone with James Kross. Get
this. He wants to see you.
Today.
EDWARD
Why?
STUCKEY
He wouldn't say. Edward... I
think we got him. His nuts are
on the block and we got him.
(silence)
You there?
EDWARD
Give me twenty minutes.
STUCKEY
We'll be there. Listen, if he's
really caving in, we'll go from
there down to the office. I want
him to commit his stock to us this
morning.
Edward hangs up. His mind seems on other things. He rises.
INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - MORNING
Vivian is still asleep. She is face down on the bed, the
sheets just covering her to her waist. Edward stares down at
her. He gently reaches out and runs a finger down the soft line
of her spine. Vivian murmurs contentedly.
VIVIAN
Mmm.
(opening her eyes;
looking at him)
Hi.
Edward smiles at her softly. And then:
EDWARD
Better get dressed. We're having guests.
INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - DAY
Vivian is wearing her yellow dress. She stares at herself in
the bedroom mirror. Her hair... her make-up... she realizes
how different she is now, realizes that she likes it.
Edward comes out of the bathroom. He crosses to the closet
for a tie.
VIVIAN
Here. Let me.
She comes over, starts to tie his tie for him. He is very
aware of the closeness of her. She smiles at him. He smiles;
puts his hand on her stopping her for a moment. Looking up,
she sees that he is serious now; no more jokes. He releases
her hand.
EDWARD
(quietly)
One more night and you're finally
rid of me.
VIVIAN
Yeah, you've been pretty tough to take.
EDWARD
I have to go to New York
tomorrow.
Vivian says nothing.
EDWARD (cont'd)
But I'll be back in Los Angeles.
Soon. I'd like to see you again.
I thought we could work out
something... An arrangement.
Vivian is silent.
EDWARD (cont'd)
I'll get you an apartment, buy
you a car --
Vivian sighs, letting something go inside. Finished with his
tie, she turns away.
EDWARD (cont'd)
What is it?
VIVIAN
(not unkindly)
What else? You gonna leave some
cash by the bed when you pass
through town?
EDWARD
It wouldn't be like that. I want
to get you off the street. You'll
have a different kind of life.
What's wrong with that?
VIVIAN
I'm sorry. That's very sweet,
Edward, and I know you mean it...
She is silent.
EDWARD
Vivian, I've thought about this
a lot. This is the best solution.
VIVIAN
(shakes her head "no,"
then continues tying
his tie)
When I was a little girl, my
mother locked me in the attic when
I was bad, which was pretty often.
I'd stare out the window up there
and make believe I was a princess
trapped in the tower by the wicked
queen. Then suddenly a knight
on a white horse with his bright
colors flying would ride up.
Rescue me from the tower, and then
we'd ride off... but never, ever
in all the times I had that dream
did the knight say, "Come on baby,
I'll put you up in a great condo."
She finished his tie.
EDWARD
Vivian, life's not a fairy tale.
VIVIAN
(softly; to herself)
I know.
(a beat)
Hey, don't mind me. I'm being
stupid.
(more)
I'll think about it, okay? It's
a real good offer for a whore.
EDWARD
I've never treated you like a
whore.
VIVIAN
(not mean)
You just did.
The doorbell suddenly rings in the living room.
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, The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty task, hardly aware of our listless attitude towards life.
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life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sound hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we conscious of health until we are ill.
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