Pretty Woman Page #4

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT

Vivian walks along, urgently looking for something... someone.

A BABBLING STREET-TYPE goes by happily talking to himself.

He wears an "I Love Hollywood" t-shirt.

Vivian passes TOURISTS but doesn't notice them any more than

she pays attention to the VAGRANT she passes further on, huddle

in a doorway.

A LONG-HAIRED KID on a SKATEBOARD goes by dropping off little

bags to various STREET-TYPES.

A BARKER-TYPE stands in front of a photo store urging tourists

to come in and take a photo with a cardboard cut-out of a movie

star. Some go in.

Vivian hurries past a group of rubbernecking JAPANESE TOURISTS.

A BLACK PROSTITUTE in a mini skirt strolls toward her. A car

passes. The DRIVER stares at Vivian with interest. She ignores

him. The black prostitute approaches the car.

PROSTITUTE:

Hey, baby, you lookin' for a date?

The Driver looks her over. The Black Prostitute gets in the

car and it drives away.

A GROUP OF MEN, mostly drug dealers, hang out at an all night

coffee shop. They WHISTLE and make obscene gestures and SOUNDS

as Vivian hurries by. She ignores them and goes next door into

a falafel stand. Half a dozen PEOPLE sit at dirty tables inside.

INT. FALAFEL STAND - NIGHT

Behind the counter are a MAN and a WOMAN, Vietnamese cooks

frying food, trying to ignore the unsavory crowd camped in the

shop.

VIVIAN:

Chan, you seen Kit tonight?

COOK 1

Hi, hi! No see nothing.

VIVIAN:

You do, tell her I'm looking for

her.

COOK 2

Looking good, bay-bee.

VIVIAN:

Yeah, you too, D'Nai. If Kit

comes in here, tell her stay.

Both of them nod and smile at Vivian. Vivian exits.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT

Skateboard zips by a GROUP. We SEE a police car parked at the

entrance to an alcove. Also, an ambulance. The bubblegum

lights are going. A CROWD has gathered. The happy man with

the "I Love Hollywood" t-shirt and a POLICE OFFICER are engaged

in tense conversation.

COP:

They just pulled her out of a

dumpster in the back. Now talk

to me.

MAN:

I tell you, man, I don't know who

she hang with.

COP:

She have a pimp?

MAN:

Cocaine her pimp, man. She a

strawberry. She be out on these

streets, day in, day out, tradin'

her sorry ass for crack. And

now she dead from it.

Vivian rushes up to join the outskirts of the crowd as the body

of a YOUNG GIRL is pulled out of an open dumpster and carried

towards the waiting ambulance. For a moment Vivian thinks

it's... no, Vivian turns grimly away.

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