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PRETTY WOMAN
PART 7
INT. STUCKEY'S OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON - INTERCUT
Edward is in a private office.
EDWARD
Never answer the phone. Ever.
VIVIAN
Tsk, believe me, this will be the
last time.
EDWARD
Did you buy some clothes?
VIVIAN
I got a dress, yeah.
EDWARD
Just one? Christ... I hope it's
appropriate.
VIVIAN
It's very tasteful. I think
you'll especially like the zipper
in the crotch.
(silence)
I'm -- joking.
EDWARD
Let's hope so. You'll get some
more clothes tomorrow. I'll be
pushed for time so meet me in the
hotel lobby at seven forty-five
sharp. Got it?
VIVIAN
No, I don't "got it". Even the
farmboys back in Georgia come to
the door when they're taking you
on a date.
EDWARD
This isn't a date.
VIVIAN
Go by yourself then. Where you
taking me anyway?
EDWARD
The Rex.
VIVIAN
Any good?
EDWARD
I think you'll approve.
VIVIAN
... all right. I'll meet you in
the lobby. But only cause you're
paying me to.
EDWARD
Thank you very much.
Vivian slowly sets the phone down. The phone rings again.
Vivian, very carefully, punches the flashing button and picks
it up.
VIVIAN
Hello?
EDWARD
I thought I told you not to answer
the phone.
VIVIAN
Oooh!
Edward hangs up. He smiles to himself.
Vivian bites her fingernails, looking nervous. The doorbell
RINGS. Vivian looks up, startled. She rises, moves to answer
it.
It's the Spanish MAID. She nods politely at Vivian.
MAID
Housekeeping. I come to turn
down the bed. 5:00, I turn down
the bed.
VIVIAN
What?
The Maid points to her hotel badge, trying to explain.
MAID
Housekeeping. I come to turn
down the bed.
VIVIAN
Okay.
The Maid enters.
VIVIAN
Is there a trick to it?
INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
The Maid turns down the bedspread.
VIVIAN
Is that all? You just fold back
the bedspread?
MAID
I also place las chocolates on
the pillow.
VIVIAN
Oooh, I love those.
MAID
I leave extras, miss.
VIVIAN
Thanks! Consuelo, are all rich
people so lazy they can't do this
on their own?
Consuelo shrugs.
INT. HOTEL LOBBY - LATE AFTERNOON
Mr. Thomas is still behind the desk, working when a soft voice
startles him.
VIVIAN
Barney.
He looks up. He sighs. Vivian still hasn't changed.
MR. THOMAS
What is it, Miss Vivian?
VIVIAN
Edward is taking me to some fancy
place for dinner. The Rex. Ever
been there?
MR. THOMAS
It's a bit beyond my... range,
shall we say.
VIVIAN
Yeah, mine too. Is it like,
y'know, normal?
MR. THOMAS
I think you'll find it normal
enough.
VIVIAN
Will I like it?
MR. THOMAS
You'll like it fine.
VIVIAN
Okay. Thanks, Barney. You're
the best.
She turns away.
MR. THOMAS
Just mind which fork you use.
Vivian turns abruptly back, a horrified look on her face.
VIVIAN
Fork?
INT. HOTEL DINING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
CLOSE ANGLE - PLACESETTING
An elegant formal placesetting complete with a myriad of
different size forks, spoons, stacked china plates and crystal
glassware.
ANGLE ON MR. THOMAS AND VIVIAN
sit across from one another at a fully set table.
MR. THOMAS
In fifteen minutes I can teach
you everything you need to know
to dine with the Queen. First,
as you pick up the knife you shift
your fork to the left hand.
VIVIAN
But I always eat like this.
MR. THOMAS
Either you're European or badly
brought up.
VIVIAN
Hmmm... I vonder vich.
(giggles)
MR. THOMAS
Actually, some of the richest
people I know have the worst
manners. Of course, Mr. Harris,
being of old money, knows his way
around a table. All right now,
pay attention please. Salad fork.
VIVIAN
What if they serve soup?
MR. THOMAS
They will serve salad.
VIVIAN
But what if they serve soup?
MR. THOMAS
Then you use your soup spoon.
VIVIAN
(smiles)
I like steak.
MR. THOMAS
(picking up the
appropriate utensil)
Then you would use your--
VIVIAN
Steak spoon!
(laughs)
Mr. Thomas swallows his exasperation.
WE PULL BACK from their table to reveal the cavernous, empty
banquets room, each table is set and ready for the dinner
service.
MR. THOMAS
Miss Vivian --
VIVIAN
Maybe I'll just order a burger,
Barney, that way I can eat with
my hands.
MR. THOMAS
Miss Vivian... there's a salon
here in the hotel. Instead of
worrying unnecessarily about table
manners, why don't you just have
your hair done instead?
VIVIAN
Professionally?
INT. SALON - LATE AFTERNOON
Vivian sits in a salon chair. The last customer, THANE, a
young man of about twenty with his long hair pulled back in a
pony tail, tilts her head one way and then another, eyeing her
professionally.
VIVIAN
I have a friend who has a friend
who does Cher's wigs.
THANE
I hate him already.
(a beat)
All set?
VIVIAN
Yeah... what a ya say we chop
it all off and bleach the tips.
THANE
Darling? Trust me.
INT. HOTEL LOBBY - EVENING
Edward enters and looks around the lobby. No Vivian. Annoyed.
Edward crosses to a house phone and picks it up. He's about
to dial when:
MR. THOMAS
Good evening, Mr. Harris.
Edward looks at him blankly.
MR. THOMAS
Barnard Thomas, manager of the
hotel.
EDWARD
Of course, yes. If you'll excuse
me just a moment --
MR. THOMAS
I have a message for you from your
"niece", sir.
EDWARD
My what?
MR. THOMAS
The young lady staying in your room?
Edward's eyes narrow. He hangs up the phone.
EDWARD
I think we both know she's not
my niece.
Mr. Thomas looks uncomfortable.
EDWARD (cont'd)
Does this hotel have any problem
with that?
MR. THOMAS
Mr. Harris, a guest of yours, is
a guest of ours and shall be
treated accordingly. The young
lady asked me to tell you that
she is waiting for you in the
lounge.
EDWARD
Thank you.
He starts towards the lounge.
MR. THOMAS
Very intriguing young woman, Miss
Vivian.
His tone stops Edward in his tracks.
MR. THOMAS (cont'd)
Have a good evening, sir.
And off he goes, leaving Edward to wonder what the hell
transpired during the afternoon.
INT. HOTEL LOUNGE - NIGHT
Edward enters the lounge. He looks around, not seeing Vivian.
And suddenly his eyes go back to... the beautiful girl with the
beautifully styled hair in the beautiful black cocktail dress
at the piano bar. Edward tries to hide his surprise as Vivian
rises, moves elegantly towards him. She smiles.
VIVIAN
You're late.
Such a beautiful woman deserves an apology and so, without
thinking:
EDWARD
I'm sorry.
VIVIAN
You're forgiven.
She waits expectantly. He holds out an arm. She takes it.
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