Pretty Woman

BRIDGET: Your uncle will like this.

VIVIAN: He's not really my uncle.

BRIDGET: They never are, dear.

VIVIAN: 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?

VIVIAN: Well... I might be going out to dinner.

BRIDGET: You'll want a cocktail dress then. Turn. You have a beautiful figure. A little too out in the open but simply lovely. Size six? Do you need shoes?

VIVIAN: I dunno. Do thigh high, leather boots go with a cocktail dress?

BRIDGET: Philip! We'll need shoes!

EDWARD: We can reach an understanding on this.

DAVID: I don't think so. You should know we're going to fight you with every resource we have.

EDWARD: Do what you have to do. I don't take it personally.

DAVID: I do. I take it all very personally. Very nice meeting you, Vivian.

DAVID: There's no way you could know that.

EDWARD: But I do know. I also know your lines of credit are over-extended. If I don't buy your company, someone else will... Ah, the escargot.

DAVID: We're on the verge of closing a large navy contract. Double is ridiculous but we can assure you a healthy profit on your shares. We would give you a promissory note...

EDWARD: You're not getting any navy contracts.

DAVID: Mr. Harris, we know you've purchased at least twenty percent of our stock. We also know you plan to file a formal bid for a majority share.

EDWARD: Twenty-five percent.

VIVIAN: You don't know anything about me.

DAVID: I'd like to find out. You don't know anything about me either. That's why people have lunch.

VIVIAN: It's... it's not like that.

DAVID: I see. Well. Maybe that means you'd have lunch with me sometime then.

DAVID: Hey, big guy, you getting tired, yet? I am. This is Vivian. You two been together long? You and Edward?

VIVIAN: No.

DAVID: Hope to be?

DAVID: I like your hat.

VIVIAN: Huh? Oh... yeah. S'okay? Uhm... how're... business things going.

DAVID: Let's not talk about it, it's too depressing. Come on, I'll show you Thunder.

VIVIAN: Please, we hardly know each other.

DAVID: Thunder's a horse. Come on.

JAKE: Who are you going after next, sir?

EDWARD: Who indeed...

JAKE: Congratulations, sir.

EDWARD: What?

JAKE: Mr. Kross is just getting off the phone with his stock broker. It's finished. You've won.

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.

EDWARD: What's that long building over there?

JAKE: Storage, I think.

EDWARD: Not with those smokestacks it's not.

KROSS: Quiet. Would I get the loans?

EDWARD: This time I imagine you would, yes. Hmm... With all this in mind, Mr. Kross, I can't logically make a formal bid on your company, can I?

KROSS: You'd be initiating a financial battle you'd ultimately lose, Mr. Harris.

EDWARD: You're very right. I think the best thing we could all do is go home.

KROSS: I... I don't know. There... there wasn't time...

EDWARD: I suppose you'd find out soon enough that you have assets you presently don't seem aware of, wouldn't you? The waste processing licenses at that abandoned shipyard of yours, you'd certainly find out about that.

KROSS: I... I would take advantage of it.

EDWARD: How?

EDWARD: Stop. For just a moment. Mr. Kross, I'd like to ask you a few questions before you sign. You realize that you're a target. If you weren't mine, you'd be someone elses, correct?

KROSS: Yes.

EDWARD: If you had a... reprieve, what would do?

KROSS: Yes. I'm here to tell you that I've reconsidered my position on your acquisition offer.

EDWARD: Expected... offer.

KROSS: Of course, yes. After the expected filing period is over, I'm going to recommend to the board that we accept your bid.

EDWARD: You're making the right decision, sir.

KROSS: Mr. Harris.

EDWARD: How are you, Mr. Kross.

KROSS: Not bad for a man who hasn't slept in four nights. I'll get used to it.

EDWARD: Mr. Kross, I'm not here to sell you my stock. On the contrary, I'm here to buy yours.

KROSS: You've got a lot of nerve.

EDWARD: No. What I have is a lot of money.

KROSS: I know all about you, Mr. Harris. When you buy companies, they have a way of disappearing. Even the pension funds are stripped clean. The last three companies you took over were cut up in so many pieces, widows were left without their retirement checks.

EDWARD: What I did with those companies was perfectly legal.

KROSS: I don't question the legality of what you do. It's your morality that makes me sick. I will not allow my company to be raped by a man like you.

EDWARD: It is not your company. It's a public company. And I am going to acquire it. Either I buy from the other stock holders, or I buy from you.

KROSS: What would it take to buy our stock back? Name your price.

EDWARD: To get me in a mood to sell -- double what I paid. But your company doesn't have enough capital right now to buy anything.

VIVIAN: I didn't think so.

EDWARD: Vivian...

VIVIAN: It's not your fault. You're right. Kit's right. But I want the fairy tale.

VIVIAN: Aw, don't... no...

EDWARD: Stay with me tonight. Not because you're being paid to. Stay with me because you want to.

VIVIAN: I do. I do want to. That's why I'm leaving. That's what you given me, see? I know what I want now. I want a guy like you for real. Not because you buy me things and give me money. The nicest thing you ever done for me is hold my hand. You gonna give me that?

EDWARD: You're packing.

VIVIAN: I'm leaving. Don't ya see? If I stay with you like you want me to, there'll always be some guy, your friends eve, treatin' me like that... thinkin' they're allowed to. What are you gonna do, fight'm all? No. I'll take my money now, please.

EDWARD: I got tired of hating my father.

VIVIAN: It was good.

EDWARD: It felt good.

VIVIAN: Why do guys always know how to hit a woman? Right across the cheek, wham, so it feels like your eye is gonna explode. What do they do, take you all aside in high school and show you how? It pisses me off!

EDWARD: Not all men hit. And no one is going to hit you anymore.

VIVIAN: Right. You're quite the Sir Galahad today, aren't ya'? I heard what you did with Kross.

EDWARD: It was a business decision.

VIVIAN: What did you do to him?

EDWARD: What do you mean?

VIVIAN: Last time I saw him he was this strong guy. Now he's beaten. And you liked him.

EDWARD: Vivian, I want you to listen to me. The man realized that it would be better for his future and his son's future, if he cooperated.

VIVIAN: Right.

EDWARD: It's not your concern. It's... business, that's all.

VIVIAN: Business.

EDWARD: Yes. The man made a business decision.

VIVIAN: It's all just business to you. Him. Me. Your life. Everything's business.

EDWARD: It's what I do for a living. It's how I make money.

EDWARD: Vivian, life's not a fairy tale.

VIVIAN: I know. Hey, don't mind me. I'm being stupid. 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: You just did.

EDWARD: Vivian, I've thought about this a lot. This is the best solution.

VIVIAN: 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."

VIVIAN: 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...

EDWARD: 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.

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: 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.

VIVIAN: Sorry. You're not paying me to ask you question like that.

EDWARD: Vivian. I'm paying you to be you. Be you. Have you? Ever been in love with anyone?

VIVIAN: You mean, besides Elvis? 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?

VIVIAN: I've never been on a plane before.

EDWARD: I'm glad you like it. Now be quiet, I've really got to read these.

EDWARD: You don't want to go all the way to San Francisco in a limousine, do you? I don't.

VIVIAN: Where are you taking me!?

EDWARD: To meet some friends. Rudolpho, a poet... Benoit, a landlord... Mimi, a flower maker...

VIVIAN: Huh?

EDWARD: The opera.

VIVIAN: Edward, I can't.

EDWARD: Shush. Of course you can.

VIVIAN: What if I lose it?

EDWARD: You won't.

VIVIAN: What if someone tries to steal it?

EDWARD: I'll guard them and you with my life.

VIVIAN: What's that?

EDWARD: I don't want you to get too excited... these are on loan... however...

VIVIAN: Do I look okay?

EDWARD: Hmm... let's see... no, there's something missing.

EDWARD: Vivian... I'm sorry. I wasn't prepared for questions about us. It was an idiotic and insensitive thing I did. I should have known that it would hurt you.

VIVIAN: I'm not hurt. It doesn't hurt you when somebody pisses on you, it just pissed you off.

EDWARD: I really am sorry.

VIVIAN: Well, it's true. Just pay me what you owe me and I'm gone.

EDWARD: Vivian...

VIVIAN: Pay me! Before I pick up this chair and smash your face in.

EDWARD: Fine. I'm only here a couple of more days and I'm not going to spend them fighting with you.

VIVIAN: Fuck off.

EDWARD: I'll call you a cab. If you want the clothes, pack them up.

EDWARD: What was I supposed to do? I told the truth. Why should the truth upset you? It's not as if you're from a convent.

VIVIAN: I want my fucking money. I'm getting out of here. I don't want anything more to do with you.

EDWARD: Can we talk about this? Can you just try to calm down?

VIVIAN: Your goddamned friend, he thinks the only reason I'm with you is for the money.

VIVIAN: Clean the slut up, take her out, huh?! What are you trying to prove!? I'm not a piece of meat for you to offer to your friends!

EDWARD: I don't know what you're talking about.

VIVIAN: I've been with stinking old men who've made me want to puke but I've never had anyone make me feel as dirty as you did tonight.

EDWARD: Would you please calm down. Tell me what happened.

VIVIAN: Stuckey! He wants an "appointment" with me after you leave. You my pimp now or did he think that up on his own?

VIVIAN: You asshole! I can't believe what a --!

EDWARD: Vivian, what the --

VIVIAN: Edward, these women here, I don't think any of'm like the guys they're with. They're just into it for the money.

EDWARD: I'm sure that's true for some of them.

VIVIAN: I thought I was the pro. These women make me feel like an amateur.

EDWARD: Ready to stomp sod?

VIVIAN: Real genuine guy.

EDWARD: He's good at what he does.

VIVIAN: You could freeze ice on his wife's ass. She anything like your ex?

EDWARD: Shall we mingle?

VIVIAN: You're really pushing it, bringing me here.

EDWARD: I think it's exciting.

VIVIAN: What id we run into someone I know?

EDWARD: I really doubt anyone here frequents Hollywood Boulevard.

VIVIAN: You did.

VIVIAN: You still mad at'm?

EDWARD: He died a long time ago.

VIVIAN: Keep talkin'. I like hearin'.

EDWARD: Not much to tell. I went to public school. Went to university on scholarship. Went to work for an investment firm. In eight years I owned it. My father was chairman of the board of the third company I ever went after. I swallowed that company and shit out the pieces. One of the pieces was him.

VIVIAN: You always been rich?

EDWARD: No.

VIVIAN: Seems like it. I guess it's easy to get used to, huh?

EDWARD: Easier than learning how to be poor. My father's family was wealthy. When I was young there were cars and houses, private schools, nannies. But then my father divorced my mother to marry another woman. And he took his money with him.

VIVIAN: What about dinner?

EDWARD: Dinner can wait.

VIVIAN: I thought maybe you'd like dinner.

EDWARD: Thank you. I would. Nice.

VIVIAN: Wait till you see what I have on underneath.

EDWARD: Please.

VIVIAN: Okay.

EDWARD: Good.

VIVIAN: Come with me?

EDWARD: I still don't understand why you only bought one dress.

VIVIAN: I wasn't as much fun as I thought it was going to be.

EDWARD: Why not?

VIVIAN: Well, you know those cold bitches that work in those stores and try to intimidate you? It works.

EDWARD: Was someone rude to you?

VIVIAN: I had a little problem in one store. I wasn't dressed right. I don't know what to say. I don't belong there. Maybe I'll just go back to Bridget. She was cool.

EDWARD: Vivian, you belong wherever you are. I don't care how you were dressed, they were the ones who were wrong, not you.

VIVIAN: Know what we're gonna do in a little while then? We're gonna call Domino's and have'm deliver a bigass pizza. We're gonna eat it in bed. We're gonna veg' out and watch television.

EDWARD: Television?

VIVIAN: Yeah, it's this box, it has pictures, sound. You don't have to use your brain at all.

EDWARD: I have work to do.

VIVIAN: Uh-uh. No work.

VIVIAN: You're upset, huh?

EDWARD: Upset. No. I never get upset about business.

VIVIAN: You liked the guy, though.

EDWARD: Whether I liked him or not is irrelevant. It's business. There's no emotion involved in business... if you want to survive.

VIVIAN: We're the exactly the same! Kit keeps telling me don't get emotional when you turn tricks -- that's why no kissing -- it's too personal. The key is like you're saying, stay numb, don't get involved -- when I'm with a guy, I'm a robot, I just do it. Except with you. At your price I give my all...

EDWARD: And that's the way the game is played.

VIVIAN: Some game. Screwin' some poor slob out of his retirement.

EDWARD: I'm sorry.

VIVIAN: You're forgiven.

VIVIAN: Hello?

EDWARD: I thought I told you not to answer the phone.

VIVIAN: Oooh!

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. 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.

EDWARD: I'm not just talking about sex.

VIVIAN: Look butthead, I'll treat you so nice you'll never want to let me go, okay?

EDWARD: Three thousand for five days. And Vivian, I will let you go.

VIVIAN: Four thousand.

EDWARD: Vivian, may I point out five more nights at three hundred a night is only 1,500.

VIVIAN: But you want days too.

EDWARD: All right, two thousand.

VIVIAN: Three.

EDWARD: Done.

VIVIAN: Holy shit.

VIVIAN: It'd cost you.

EDWARD: Of course. How much?

VIVIAN: Five full nights... days too?

EDWARD: All right. How much for the week?

VIVIAN: What?

EDWARD: I'm in town until Saturday.

EDWARD: By breaking up a company's assets --

VIVIAN: What are assets?

EDWARD: Vivian --

VIVIAN: C'mon, I might buy a company some day.

EDWARD: Assets are anything of value a company owns. Sometimes the pieces are worth more than the whole. By selling them off, I make a profit.

VIVIAN: Sorta like stealing cars and selling'm for parts, huh?

EDWARD: Not... quite.

VIVIAN: There, see? Now the emblem is right in the middle of the knot.

EDWARD: Where'd you learn to do this?

VIVIAN: I fucked the debate team in high school. Tsk. I had a grampa. He liked ties on Sundays. You mind if I take a swim in your bathtub before I hit it?

EDWARD: Don't drown.

VIVIAN: So what a ya do with the companies once you buy'm?

EDWARD: I sell them.

VIVIAN: What? Why?

EDWARD: The one I'm buying this week will cost around 150 million.

VIVIAN: ... dollars?

EDWARD: I buy companies.

VIVIAN: No shit. They expensive?

EDWARD: Do you ever... enjoy it?

VIVIAN: I like guys if that's what you're asking. Not that I trust'm.

EDWARD: No? Why's that?

VIVIAN: "Occupational hazard".

VIVIAN: Where'd you go?

EDWARD: I took the couch. I had some work to do. About last night...

VIVIAN: Oooh, Baby, you were the best. I was beside myself.

EDWARD: Mmm, I could tell.

VIVIAN: I just hope it was worth three hundred bucks.

EDWARD: I'd say you give a good dollar value.

EDWARD: Did you sleep well?

VIVIAN: Yeah. Too good. I forgot where I was.

EDWARD: Occupational hazard?

EDWARD: Good morning.

VIVIAN: You didn't wake me. I'll be out of here in a minute.

EDWARD: No hurry. Would you like some breakfast?

EDWARD: What do you like?

VIVIAN: If I want you to turn me on I'll pay you three hundred. Just lay back and let me drive.

EDWARD: You really are a very beautiful girl.

VIVIAN: Just a romantic, that's you.

EDWARD: Yes...

EDWARD: Try a strawberry.

VIVIAN: Why?

EDWARD: Because they bring out the flavor of the champagne.

VIVIAN: Jesus, you act like you're seducing some Valley girl you picked up in a dance club.

EDWARD: Vivian... the meter's running... cooperate.

EDWARD: It's a very good year.

VIVIAN: Oooh, thank god.

VIVIAN: Where are they? Shopping together?

EDWARD: They should be. They're both good at it.

EDWARD: I think he wanted you to tip him.

VIVIAN: Tsk. Excuse me, I didn't think he had change for a hundred.

EDWARD: Sounds like you've known a lot of lawyers.

VIVIAN: I've known a lot of everybody.

EDWARD: Let's talk some more first.

VIVIAN: Right. So! In town on business?

EDWARD: Uh-huh.

VIVIAN: Let me guess, you're a... lawyer.

EDWARD: And why do you say that?

VIVIAN: I dunno... you have that sharp, useless look.

EDWARD: Want to know something? I don't quite know. I hadn't planned this.

VIVIAN: Do you plan everything?

EDWARD: Always.

VIVIAN: Well, the meter's running, it's your money. Speaking of which, cash'll do. In advance.

EDWARD: Fair enough.

EDWARD: Room service. What do you drink?

VIVIAN: Diet coke.

EDWARD: Send up a bottle of Crystal champagne.

VIVIAN: Can I have some chips?

EDWARD: -- and a bowl of strawberries. Thank you.

EDWARD: My raincoat's in the back. Put it on.

VIVIAN: Why?

EDWARD: You may feel more comfortable. This is not the kind of place that rents rooms by the hour.

VIVIAN: You mean they don't have hookers.

EDWARD: Every place has hookers, but if this hotel has hookers, they don't look like they're...

VIVIAN: Off the boulevard.

EDWARD: Exactly.

VIVIAN: Better believe it.

EDWARD: Then let's go. It's worth 300 just so I don't have to drive.

EDWARD: Get in. This side.

VIVIAN: What?

EDWARD: You know how to drive a stick?

VIVIAN: Three hundred.

EDWARD: Fine.

VIVIAN: What's your name, lover.

EDWARD: Edward. My name is Edward.

VIVIAN: Edward... you got it!

VIVIAN: No, but it's getting there.

EDWARD: Vivian, how much to put up with me for the entire night?

VIVIAN: You couldn't afford it.

EDWARD: What do you charge for company, Vivian?

VIVIAN: Company would cost you... a hundred dollars.

EDWARD: For the whole night?

VIVIAN: For an hour.

EDWARD: You're joking.

VIVIAN: I never joke about money.

EDWARD: Neither do I. A hundred bucks an hour though. That's pretty stiff.

EDWARD: Ugly habit, biting your nails.

VIVIAN: You don't know habits, you think this is ugly.

EDWARD: Must be dangerous. Hooking.

VIVIAN: Tell me about it. L.A. is suffering from a wacko epidemic. And who knows where half the guys I pick up have been. I mean, I use condoms. Always. And I get checked out once a month at the free clinic. Not only am I better in the sack than an amateur, I'm probably safer.

EDWARD: Very good. You ought to have that printed up on your business card.

VIVIAN: If you're making fun of me, I don't like it.

EDWARD: Sorry. If I did, I didn't mean to.

EDWARD: What's your name?

VIVIAN: What do you want it to be? Vivian, my name's Vivian.

EDWARD: You like being a hooker, Vivian?

VIVIAN: It pays.

EDWARD: So do day jobs.

VIVIAN: Day jobs, yeah. I've tried them. Turn right.

EDWARD: Very good. You're obviously mechanical.

VIVIAN: You're not from L.A., huh?

EDWARD: New York.

VIVIAN: What motel you staying at?

EDWARD: Hotel.

VIVIAN: Okay, what hotel?

EDWARD: Regent Beverly Wilshire. I bet you know it.

VIVIAN: Yeah, I peed in the fountain there once. Give me a break.

VIVIAN: Mind if I turn on some heat?

EDWARD: If you can figure it out, be my guest.

VIVIAN: Nice car. Yours?

EDWARD: No.

VIVIAN: Stolen?

EDWARD: Not exactly.

EDWARD: No, you look like a hooker.

VIVIAN: Actually, I'm a movie star out for a walk.

EDWARD: Good. Can you tell me how to get to Beverly Hills?

VIVIAN: Sure. For five bucks.

EDWARD: That's ridiculous.

VIVIAN: The price just went up to ten.

EDWARD: Why don't you just do it out of the kindness of your heart?

VIVIAN: Sit... and spin.

EDWARD: Sit-and-spin. Alright... why not?

VIVIAN: Hey Sugar, you lookin' for a date?

EDWARD: What's that?

VIVIAN: You looking' for some company?

EDWARD: Uh, no. How do I get to Beverly Hills?

VIVIAN: What? You gonna tell me you're lost?

EDWARD: Yes.

VIVIAN: Great. What do I look like a tourguide?

MR. THOMAS: Good afternoon, Mr. Harris.

EDWARD: Afternoon.

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.

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?

STUCKEY: You broke my nose.

EDWARD: I think I broke my hand. You're fired.

STUCKEY: Edward, we've been together ten years.

EDWARD: And I don't like what we've become. I'll cover any losses you have on this one. Now get out, you asshole!

STUCKEY: All this because of that whore!

EDWARD: Yes.

STUCKEY: What!?

EDWARD: Have a good day, gentlemen.

STUCKEY: Oh, my god... Edward, no!

EDWARD: I suppose you'd use them as collateral on new loans, wouldn't you?

STUCKEY: Have you lost your mind?

STUCKEY: I don't think there's any sense in --

EDWARD: Let him answer.

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. 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.

STUCKEY: This is no time to disappear. We're in too far.

EDWARD: Bill? Stop panicking. Kross isn't going anywhere and I don't need to spend the rest of the day watching his stock go down. I'll be in the office tomorrow.

STUCKEY: Promise me you'll read those contracts by then.

EDWARD: Goodbye, Bill.

EDWARD: She met him at dinner last night... I like this tie.

STUCKEY: So now they're best friends? Edward, this girl appears out of nowhere and now I see her talking to a guy whose company we're trying to buy. It's too convenient.

EDWARD: You're being ridiculous.

STUCKEY: Industrial espionage is not ridiculous. Edward, how do you know she hasn't attached herself to you so she can bring Kross back information?

EDWARD: Christ, Bill, she's not a spy, she's a hooker. I picked her up off Hollywood Boulevard.

EDWARD: Why do you want to know?

STUCKEY: Hear me out. I've known you a long time. I see a difference in you this week. Like that tie. I'm suddenly wondering if this girl's not the difference. Especially when I see her talking with David Kross.

STUCKEY: Fill me in on this. How'd you and Vivian meet?

EDWARD: We just did.

STUCKEY: Come on, you can tell me. I sure would like to know where a guy runs into a girl as attractive as this.

EDWARD: The night I left your house, I was lost. I was looking for directions.

STUCKEY: And you just happened to run into her. Great. What's she do? She work?

EDWARD: Yes...

STUCKEY: Doing what?

EDWARD: Vivian's in sales.

STUCKEY: Sales, really? That's great. What does she sell?

EDWARD: Bill, I'd like you to meet Vivian.

STUCKEY: Bill Stuckey, Vivian. My wife, Elizabeth.

STUCKEY: Excuse me for saying this but what is wrong with you this week? First, you go soft on the pension funds. Now, you're giving him the chance to get away? As of two minutes ago, you are committed to the tune of over fifty million dollars --

EDWARD: Come on, Bill, don't talk to me about how much money's involved. It's my money.

STUCKEY: And some of it's mine. Edward, his jugular's exposed.

EDWARD: Put the pension funds on hold until I say otherwise.

STUCKEY: We're letting them slide?

EDWARD: I want the treatment plant licenses to be top priority right now.

STUCKEY: But, Edward...

EDWARD: Do it.

STUCKEY: Goddamit! Where is he getting the money to fight?

EDWARD: Someone's loaning it to him. Get on it right away.

STUCKEY: Our contract guys are working on the Kross pension funds. There's another forty million there. We can bleed'm dry.

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.

STUCKEY: What!?

EDWARD: We don't have the time to bring someone new up to speed. Besides... You've already impressed everyone you need to, haven't you?

STUCKEY: Edward, did you hear me?

EDWARD: I'm here.

STUCKEY: I know a lot of nice girls.

EDWARD: I want to.

STUCKEY: Edward, if the three of us sit down together we might as well announce our plans in the Wall Street Journal.

EDWARD: I'll see him alone. Everyone knows you're my muscle. We'll make it social. Tell Kross I'll meet him for dinner. Tonight if you can arrange it.

STUCKEY: You shouldn't go alone. He might claim that you tried to black mail him.

EDWARD: Bill, we're businessmen, not the damn mafia. I'll see you in the office. By the way, about your car...

STUCKEY: Oh, god, what?

EDWARD: I'll bring it back.

EDWARD: Love this car! Is it new?

STUCKEY: Yes! And you don't even know where you're going!

STUCKEY: Listen, there're some major local talent inside just dying to meet you...

EDWARD: Really? Some high class gold digger who speaks French better than I do? No, thank you. I just got off the phone with one.

STUCKEY: Cynthia's not coming?

EDWARD: No.

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.

VIVIAN: Couple a hours.

KIT: Yeah. Well... I gotta split. Goodbye's make me crazy.

VIVIAN: Cool your jets a second. Here's some money.

KIT: No. You took care of rent, that's enough.

VIVIAN: I want to. For food, got it? Eat something before the wind blows you away.

KIT: I'm gonna pay you back next time I see ya, babe. Just wait, I'm gonna do something real nice for you some day.

VIVIAN: You sure you won't come with me?

KIT: And leave all this? Not in a million.

VIVIAN: Want a pair of boots?

KIT: Do I!? Momma!

KIT: So whatta' you going to do in San Francisco?

VIVIAN: Get a job and probably go back to school. Figure out what I'm gonna be.

KIT: What kind of school?

VIVIAN: School, school. Regular. I used to get pretty good grades in school, you know.

KIT: So did I. I made it with the principal. Study hard And get a "B." Lift your dress and an "A" you'll see.

VIVIAN: I kissed him, Kit. On the mouth.

KIT: Honey, you're not supposed to do that.

VIVIAN: I know. I stopped pretending and started liking it with him for real.

KIT: Oh, my god, you mean it was good?

VIVIAN: It was great.

KIT: Dummy.

VIVIAN: He wants to set me up in a place, give me some money.

KIT: I pray for that.

VIVIAN: All I'm doing is feeling lousy about it. I don't know what to do. What do I do, Kit?

KIT: Go for the bucks.

VIVIAN: I don't care about bucks. I might love this guy.

KIT: Wow, are you in deep shit. You know he'll break your heart.

VIVIAN: Kit...

KIT: Everybody keeps starin' at me.

VIVIAN: Yeah... I know what you mean.

KIT: What do you know? You look good. All dressed up. You clean up real nice. You sure don't fit in down on the Boulevard, lookin' like you do. Not that you ever did anyway.

VIVIAN: You think I fit here where they just about chew your food for you?

KIT: Where do you fit?

VIVIAN: Yes, I'm glad you're clean but I've been calling and calling.

KIT: Was that you?

VIVIAN: Who did you think?

KIT: Carlos. I still owe him two hundred bucks...

VIVIAN: Kit, I left that money for you days ago.

KIT: Yeah. I just got it.

VIVIAN: He... he just does.

KIT: I'm sorry, Viv'. Carlos has been on my back. Did you get the money up front like I taught ya'?

VIVIAN: Three hundred for last night and he gave me extra to buy some clothes. Now listen, I'm gonna leave an envelope for you at the front desk. Give me two hundred to the scum bucket and the other hundred to that asshole landlord for part of the rent. Spend it on drugs and I'll pull your hair out.

KIT: I'm getting dressed now. I'll be over. Bye.

VIVIAN: Hey Kit, where do I go for the clothes? Good stuff on him.

KIT: In Beverly Hills?

VIVIAN: Yeah.

KIT: Baby! Rodeo Drive.

KIT: 'Lo.

VIVIAN: Kit! Where've you been?

KIT: I was asleep. You woke me. You okay?

VIVIAN: Kit, listen, the guy last night, the one in the Ferrari, I'm at this hotel, the Regent Beverly Wilshire, it's this absolutely unbelievable place and he's hired me for a whole week and Kit, listen, he's paying me three thousand bucks! We can get out of the apartment. We can get out of this town. We can do anything! Kit? Hey, you there?

KIT: Why'd he want you?

KIT: I can't handle this tonight. I'm going home.

VIVIAN: That crack is burning a hole in your pocket. There isn't even milk in the fridge. The rent's due. Now come on --

KIT: Hey, hey -- There's a rent.

VIVIAN: He's not gonna want us.

VIVIAN: Looks slow tonight.

KIT: Maybe we should get a pimp. Carlos likes you and --

VIVIAN: Forget it. We work for it. We keep it.

VIVIAN: I just saw somebody pulled out of a dumpster. I wonder how much she made tonight?

KIT: Don't be mad at me. I'll pay you back. I promise.

VIVIAN: I thought you were giving up that drug shit.

KIT: I will. I'm trying. Meanwhile I got some crack left, you wanna get high?

VIVIAN: No, let's go to work. Okay?

KIT: Okay. I'm sorry I said your dream was stupid.

VIVIAN: We worked for that money. We were gonna put together enough to get out of that dump we live in, get off this street.

KIT: Viv... don't be stupid. We're whores.

KIT: Carlos had some great rock.

VIVIAN: I bet. That was our rent!

VIVIAN: You spent it on drugs, didn't you?

KIT: Hi, Viv. Carlos, you know my roommate, Viv.

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: You bullshittin' me?

LANDLORD: Of rent I do not bullshit.

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?

MAID: Housekeeping. I come to turn down the bed.

VIVIAN: Okay.

MAID: Housekeeping. I come to turn down the bed. 5:00, I turn down the bed.

VIVIAN: What?

VIVIAN: Hi, Barney!

MR. THOMAS: Miss Vivian.

VIVIAN: Look I just wanted to say goodbye.

MR. THOMAS: Mr. Harris doesn't check out until tomorrow.

VIVIAN: Yeah, well, I check out today.

MR. THOMAS: You're not accompanying him to New York?

VIVIAN: Come on, Barney, you and me live in the real world. You don't know how to treat a girl like anything but a lady, Mr. Thomas.

MR. THOMAS: Certain ladies make that very easy... Vivian. John, call a limousine for our guest, please. Have it take her anywhere she wishes to go. Bill the hotel. See you again sometime soon.

MR. THOMAS: Barnard Thomas here. Miss Vivian, I wonder if you might come down to the front desk. There's someone here to see you.

VIVIAN: Me?

MR. THOMAS: I'd send them up, but sadly, I don't trust the young lady to find you on her own.

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?

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.

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: I like steak.

MR. THOMAS: Then you would use your--

VIVIAN: Steak spoon!

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.

VIVIAN: I got a dress.

MR. THOMAS: I rather hoped you'd be wearing it.

VIVIAN: I didn't want to get it messed. I got shoes too. Wanna see?

MR. THOMAS: That's all right. I'm sure they're quite lovely.

VIVIAN: They were real nice to me there. They treated me, y'know... nice. Thanks, Barney.

VIVIAN: Niece?

MR. THOMAS: Of course. Naturally when Mr. Harris leaves, I won't see you in this hotel again.

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: I'm just going to my room.

MR. THOMAS: You're a guest here?

VIVIAN: I'm -- I'm with a friend.

MR. THOMAS: And who is that?

VIVIAN: I... Edward...

SALESWOMAN: Yes?

VIVIAN: Do you remember me?

SALESWOMAN: No, I'm sorry, I don't.

VIVIAN: I was in here yesterday.

SALESWOMAN: Would you like to try it on?

VIVIAN: 'Scume me.

VIVIAN: What is with you?

SALESWOMAN: Excuse me?

VIVIAN: I'm going to spend money.

SALESWOMAN: I don't think we have anything for you here. You're obviously in the wrong place.

VIVIAN: You have beautiful things. How much is this?

SALESWOMAN: I don't think it would fit you.

VIVIAN: I didn't ask if it would fit. I asked how much it was.

SALESWOMAN: It's very expensive.

SALESWOMAN: Are you looking for something in particular?

VIVIAN: Yes. Something... conservative.

SALESWOMAN: Yes...

SALESWOMAN: May I help you?

VIVIAN: I'm just looking, thanks.

VIVIAN: Get out!

STUCKEY: Don't worry. I'll pay for it. What a you charge? Huh? Twenty, thirty, fifty bucks, maybe? Are you a fifty dollar whore?

STUCKEY: I bet. A lousy whore and you're the gum in a hundred million dollar deal.

VIVIAN: Aw, come on, Bill. It's just business.

STUCKEY: Do you want to know what he did? Do you want to know what the crazy son of a bitch did? He handed the whole thing back to Kross! On a silver platter. For no reason! What was he thinking, I mean, what was going through his goddam head? Why? What was all that benevolent crap? What are we going to become, a philanthropic foundation? I'll probably be the director of several worthwhile charities.

VIVIAN: I think it's great.

VIVIAN: Yeah. Sure. Why not. Call me at the Regent Beverly Wilshire.

STUCKEY: I just might do that.

VIVIAN: What?

STUCKEY: It's okay. Edward told me. Your secret's safe with me.

STUCKEY: Having a good time, Vivian?

VIVIAN: Yeah. Thanks.

STUCKEY: All this must be quite a change from Hollywood Boulevard.