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I'm going to bump the thread PRETTY WOMANPART 16EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - DAYA long silver limo drives down Hollywood Blvd.INT. LIMO - DAYThe LIMO DRIVER pushes the button that rolls down the screenbetween back and front seats.DRIVERYou're sure this is the rightstreet, ma'am?VIVIANYes. 1312. It's a big apartmentbuilding.EXT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAYThe limo pulls to a stop in front of a rundown apartmentbuilding on a dirty Hollywood side street. The Limo Driver,a large Latino man, steps out of the car and walks around tothe passenger door. As he does, he surveys the surroundingsuncomfortably. Ths is rough neighborhood. He opens the door.Vivian steps out.LIMO DRIVERMaybe I should go with you. Thisdoesn't look like a good placefor a lady to be alone.Several PEOPLE pass. All of them stare at the car, at thedriver, at Vivian in her lovely clothes.VIVIANI'll be okay. I'm home. Thankyou.The driver, confused, watches her hurry up the steps to theapartment building. He drives off.INT. APARTMENT LOBBY - DAYVivian walks toward her apartment. The Landlord is sittingat the front desk in a dirty undershirt.LANDLORDHey, we announce guests here.You a relative of somebody?Vivian lowers her sunglasses.LANDLORD (cont'd)Viv -- is that you?VIVIANYeah, it's me.She keeps walking.LANDLORDYou lookin' good, Viv'. Nicethreads. I gotta find time toshop.INT. PENTHOUSE - DAYEdward stands at the penthouse window, looking out. He isdressed now, ready for travel. There is something about hisexpression, his somber demeanor that suggests the way we sawhim at the very top of the story. A BELLMAN enters from thebedroom, rolling a luggage loaded dolly along in front of him.BELLMANIs that everything, sir?EDWARD(turning from thewindow)That's everything.The Bellman exits, closing the door behind him. The phonerings. Edward crosses to it, picks it up. The Maid comes in,looks around.MAIDThe lady, she go?EDWARDYes. She go.INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAYEdward with the Bellhop heads to the front door. He's leaving.BELLHOPDo you have a car taking you tothe airport, sir?EDWARDYes.INT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAYVivian, looking fresh scrubbed without make-up, is wearingclean jeans, a nice looking shirt and a suit jacket. Herbureau's are open. She is packing. Kit is watching. She takesthe photo of her and Kit dressed up hot in hooker clothes andpacks it.KITSo whatta' you going to do inSan Francisco?VIVIANGet a job and probably go backto school. Figure out what I'mgonna be.KITWhat kind of school?VIVIANSchool, school. Regular. I usedto get pretty good grades inschool, you know.KITSo did I. I made it with theprincipal.(recites)Study hard And get a "B." Liftyour dress and an "A" you'll see.They both laugh but too hard.VIVIANWant a pair of boots?KITDo I!? Momma!Taking them, she sits on the bed and puts them on.VIVIANYou sure you won't come with me?KITAnd leave all this? Not in amillion.They laugh together.KIT (cont'd)What time's your bus?VIVIANCouple a hours.KITYeah. Well... I gotta split.Goodbye's make me crazy.VIVIANCool your jets a second.(going to her purse)Here's some money.KITNo. You took care of rent,that's enough.VIVIANI want to. For food, got it?Eat something before the windblows you away.KITI'm gonna pay you back next timeI see ya, babe. Just wait, I'mgonna do something real nice foryou some day.They hug.KIT (cont'd)Shit, I'm gettin' all weepy now.Kit begins backing out of the room.KIT (cont'd)Take care of you, okay? Takecare of you. Love ya...Kit turns and hurries out of the apartment.EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD - DAYKit enters the falafel stand on Hollywood Boulevard.INT. FALAFEL STAND - DAYKit enters, sits at the counter.KITCoffee, Chan. And maybe agrilled cheese on white, okay?A very young GIRL is sitting just down the counter from Kit.Kit nods at her.KITHey, how you doin'. You new,huh?GIRLYeah. Got a cigarette?KITSure.She passes the girl down the pack. She strikes a match, lightsher cigarette for her. The girl inhales deep, lets it out witha sigh. She looks towards the window.GIRLJeez, did the wacko in the suit.Kit turns to look.KIT'S P.O.V. - HOLLYWOOD BLVD.Outside, across the street, Edward has accosted two PROSTITUTES; one blonde, one a red haired black one.INT. FALAFEL STAND - DAY - BACK TO SCENEKit rises.KITChan? Keep the sandwich warm,I'll be back.She heads out the door.EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD - DAYEdward is still talking to the prostitutes.EDWARDI'm looking for a girl, Vivian,young, dark hair, big eyes...?They shake their heads.EDWARDShe's mouthy. Sort ofdifficult...?PROSTITUTE 1Ain't seen her, wouldn't knowher.PROSTITUTE 2What's wrong with us, man? Twofor the price a one, what ya say?EDWARD(disappointed)Thank you. No.They turn and walk away. Edward stands there, not knowing what to do next. He looks discouraged and lost.KIT (O.S.)Edward Harris, as I live andbreathe!Edward quickly turns to find Kit staring at him. Kit smiles,triumphantly.KIT (cont'd)Yeah. Boy, you're just like shesaid.She turns and starts away. She stops, turns back.KIT (cont'd)You comin' or not? I don't gotall day, I got a grilled cheesewaitin'.Edward follows Kit.INT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT - DAYVivian sits on her bed, lost in thought. Her bags are packed,ready to go. With a sigh she rises. She picks up the bags,exits the room.Vivian stands in the dreary living room, looking at it, takingit all in for the last time. She suddenly looks more than alittle bit frightened to be leaving. She musters resolve. Shegoes to the door, opens it and exits, closing it behind her.Silence. Vivian suddenly comes back in. She puts down herbags. She crosses to the kitchen where she takes coffeecan/piggy bank from the shelf. She puts some more bills intoit, places it back where Kit will find it.She turns and starts again for the door.She stops. She hears something. MUSIC. An aria from LaBoheme. Faint. Seemingly coming from nowhere. She dismissesit -- she's hearing things. She opens the door. Stops. Themusic is louder and getting louder now -- it's not herimagination. She hurries over to the window.EXT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAYVivian comes out onto the fire escape. She stares in wonder.A snow white limo comes up the street. A necktie has been tiedto the antennae like a knight's token. The MUSIC from La Bohemeis BLARING from the car's stereo. Edward is standing on thecar's seat, his head and body up through the open sunroof. Thewind blows at his hair. He is smiling.Everywhere on the street people are staring; the BUMS, thePUSHERS, the PASSERBY'S, the TOURISTS.Vivian doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.The car comes to a stop in front of the Vivian's building.Vivian's landlord comes out the front door. His eyes go wide in disbelief.Edward disembarks from the limo by coming up through thesunroof. He leaps nimbly to the ground. He crosses to the entrance of the alleyway, looking up at Vivian on the fire escape.VIVIANYou are really lost this time.Edward wordlessly holds up a hand for her.With a sudden cry of joy, Vivian comes down the fire escape.She stops at the bottom stair. Edward comes forward and sweepsher into his arms. They kiss.He carries her to the limo as if she's weightless. Her feetnever touch the ground.The car door closes behind them. The limo drives away.The people of the street watch it go. 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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