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PRETTY WOMAN
PART 1
EXT. A HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT
The view of downtown Los Angeles from the enormous, ornate house is extraordinary. A small outdoor dinner party is in progress.
A MAGICIAN is entertaining guests. Playing cards and coins
appear and disappear in his nimble hands.
INT. HOUSE STUDY - NIGHT
EDWARD HARRIS stands at the window, impassively looking down
at the party. Edward is a handsome, well groomed man of around
forty. He looks tired; the kind of fatigue that can't be cured
by a night's sleep.
EDWARD
(a murmur)
Left pocket.
And indeed, down below, the magician pulls the coin from the
left pocket of the incredulous WOMAN's silk blazer. More
laughter and applause.
The study is in keeping with the rest of the house. Luxurious.
Everything the best. WILLIAM STUCKEY, Edward's contemporary,
is a crafty looking lawyer who is the party host. VANCE is an
investment banker. His assistant JAKE, is a financial researcher. The other men are INVESTMENT BANKERS. They are in dark suits and power ties. On the table are stacks of documents and folders, the name "KROSS INDUSTRIES" is prominent on many of the folders.
INVESTMENT BANKER 1
Our banks certainly doesn't want
to discourage Harris Enterprises
from investing in California.
We think this is a great new venue
for you but you've got to
understand the mergers and
acquisitions market is changing.
With the upswing in inflation we
have to make these offerings
tempting to offset the risk.
VANCE
Look, we're talking about hard
assets and a straight liquidation.
We have over a thousand man hours
in this deal.
STUCKEY
(losing patience)
This is a "no brainer". There's
no risk for you. No one has ever
lost money backing Mr. Harris.
INVESTMENT BANKER 2
Not yet. But ship building is
a new endeavor for you...
STUCKEY
(cuts him off)
Come on. You know we're not
going to go into ship building.
<i>Besides</i>, you're the ones with the
troubled track record, not us!
INVESTMENT BANKER 3
Bill, be reasonable. If you're
really going to digest Kross
Industries that quickly eighteen
should not be such a problem.
<i>Besides</i>, I don't think there's
anywhere else you can go for the
money in the time you have.
EDWARD
It's unacceptable.
Edward turns from the window. He hasn't miss a thing. All eyes are on him.
EDWARD
Draymen Heux has offered me
seventy-five in the pool at
sixteen and a half. I can secure
the other half personally. You
have until tomorrow morning to
make me a better offer.
The bankers speechlessly stare at him.
EDWARD
The meeting is over, gentlemen.
He turns away. The bankers look at one another. They rise.
Silence as they exit. When the door closes. Stuckey explodes
with laughter.
STUCKEY
Hah! Did you see the look on
their faces?
VANCE
You don't think we pushed too
hard?
STUCKEY
NO way! They'll come back. They
can't afford not to. Edward,
that bluff was beautiful.
EDWARD
Maybe I should have made it
rhyme.
The others stare at him, uncertain. Stuckey laughs. The others follow suit.
EDWARD
(looking at his watch)
Well! It's late. We've been at this long enough.
Stuckey rises. Edward ushers Vance and Jake toward the door.
EDWARD
Gentlemen, enjoy the party. The
magician's wonderful.
Vance and Jake exit.
EDWARD
(calling after them)
Watch your left pocket.
A BUTLER has entered the room.
BUTLER
Phone call, Mr. Harris. It's Miss Charles.
STUCKEY
Cynthia? Is she coming out?
EDWARD
We're about to find out. Go on.
Take care of your guests.
Stuckey exits the room as Edward crosses to the telephone.
EDWARD
(into phone)
Where are you, Cynthia?
(beat)
I see.
(pausing, getting angry)
No, I don't expect you to be at
my beck-and-call. Are you coming
or not?
INT. HOUSE - STAIRWAY - NIGHT
Edward descends the long, curved stairway. He has Vance in
tow.
EDWARD
(all business)
Prepare the filing papers. Have
them ready by the middle of the
week. I'll tell you when to
submit them.
The PEOPLE talking and drinking on the stairway gravitate
toward Edward.
A MAN
<i>Edward</i>!
EDWARD
(turning on the charm)
Yes!
THE MAN
Will we see you at the polo
matches Wednesday?
EDWARD
Wouldn't miss it.
(abruptly; to Vance)
I want this done fast and easy.
No slip-ups. I want to be back
in New York by Saturday. Got it?
He deftly keeps making his way through the crowd.
INT. HOUSE - THE DOWNSTAIRS HALL - NIGHT
Stuckey is sipping champagne and talking to a beautiful WOMAN in a tight sheath of an evening dress. An elegant woman ELIZABETH STUCKEY approaches from behind him. She taps him on the shoulder and he turns, startled.
ELIZABETH
Bill?
STUCKEY
(flustered)
Oh... Hi, honey... Millicent,
uh, uh, Millicent.
MILLICENT
Lowell.
STUCKEY
Lowell, right. My wife,
Elizabeth.
ELIZABETH
(ignoring her)
Is Edward leaving?
Stuckey looks up to see Edward moving quickly toward the door.
Stuckey abruptly leaves the two woman together to follow Edward.
EXT. THE HOUSE - NIGHT
Edward comes out of the house. Jags, a limo with waiting
DRIVER and two BMW's pack the circular driveway behind a black
Ferrari. The limo driver leaps to attention at the sight of
Edward. Edward stands, making an obvious effort to keep his
impatience under control. Stuckey comes out of the house and
down the walk.
STUCKEY
What's up, where you going?
EDWARD
Give me your car keys, will you,
I'm going back to my hotel.
STUCKEY
At least stay for a drink. This
party's for you.
EDWARD
Apologize to Elizabeth for me.
Stuckey gropes uncertainly in his pocket for keys.
STUCKEY
Listen, there're some major local
talent inside just dying to meet
you...
EDWARD
(as if delighted)
Really? Some high class gold
digger who speaks French better
than I do?
(turning away)
No, thank you. I just got off
the phone with one.
STUCKEY
Cynthia's not coming?
EDWARD
No.
Edward grabs the keys out of Stuckey's hand. He crosses to a
black Ferrari and gets in.
STUCKEY
Let your driver take you. We'll
move the cars...
Edward starts the car.
STUCKEY
Can you drive a stick?
The car lurches forward with a squeal of wheels and promptly
stalls.
STUCKEY
Edward, give me a break!
With a squeal of tires, the Ferrari bucks out of the driveway
and... stalls again.
EDWARD
Love this car! Is it new?
STUCKEY
Yes! And you don't even know
where you're going!
Edward starts it again and heads uncertainly uphill. Stuckey
watching, throws up his hands.
STUCKEY
That's the wrong way!
CREDITS BEGIN AS IN A SERIES OF CROSSCUTS:
EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT
The Ferrari, moving fast through the Hollywood Hills, passes
large, beautiful homes... Edward shifts, grinding gears...
EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT
The Ferrari comes to a red light and pulls up next to a Dodge Colt.
The GIRL in the Colt looks at Edward and his car admiringly.
Edward feeling confident now, revs the engine. The light turns
green. Edward immediately stalls the Ferrari. The Colt leaves
him in the dust.
INT. FERRARI - NIGHT
Edward drives. He blinks, shakes his head as if trying to rid
himself of his own tired thoughts.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT
The Ferrari comes to the intersection of OUTPOST and FRANKLIN,
stops. Edward gets out of the car. He looks at the street
signs. He has no idea where he is. He signs. He gets back
in the car and takes off on Franklin heading East.
EXT. A SIDE STREET IN HOLLYWOOD - NIGHT
A crumbling old apartment building. Dark alley ways, deserted
parking lot.
The Ferrari -- blink and you miss it -- motors past the building,
looking very out of place on the street.
PANNING UP A building facade of lit windows and metal fire
escape. One window in particular. A GIRL stands there in a
short kimono, looking down. And then she turns away.
INT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
A SERIES OF SHOTS to see her dressing.
INT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
VIVIAN turns and stares at herself in a grainy, cracked bedroom
mirror. She is twenty years old and a prostitute. Make-up
applied to give her a hard, older look doesn't quite succeed.
She'd be innocently beautiful without it. She is wearing tiny
shorts, a tight tube top, thigh high boots. She stares at
herself, not really liking what she sees. A moment. She signs,
turns off the light and walks out of the bedroom.
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY - NIGHT
Faded, peeling walls. Thread bare, dirty carpet. Vivian locks
the apartment door behind her and starts down the dim hallway.
A door suddenly opens, startling her. An unshaved, enormously
pot bellied MAN in a stained t-shirt stares at Vivian with pig
eyes.
LANDLORD
Vivian.
Vivian turns some "tough" on him.
VIVIAN
Yeah, what?
LANDLORD
Rent. You're late.
VIVIAN
Don't give me that. Kit gave it
to you yesterday, cash.
LANDLORD
Kit give me nothin'.
VIVIAN
(suddenly uncertain)
You bullshittin' me?
LANDLORD
Of rent I do not bullshit.
Vivian hurries at a run back down the hallway.
LANDLORD
By the end of the week or you're
otta here.
(a beat)
By the way, you look very nice
tonight!
Most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future, when we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it.
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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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