Big Eyes Page #5

WALTER:

What's your name?

MARGARET:

M-Margaret...

Mmm. He grins, checking her out... her loose sexy blouse and

tight black capris. She flushes.

MARGARET:

Wouldn't you rather flirt with those

dolls over there?

8.

WALTER:

Mm, no.

(BEAT)

I like you, Margaret...

He zeroes in on the artworks' signature: "M. Ulbrich"

WALTER:

"...Ulbrich."

(IMPASSIONED)

You know, Margaret Ulbrich, you're

undervaluing yourself. Lemme show you

how it's done.

Walter spins to Jane. He SHOUTS out, like a carnival barker.

WALTER:

Little Girl! How would you like your

portrait sketched by the World-

Renowned Margaret Ulbrich?! Queen of

the Bay! In mere minutes, she will

capture your soul!

Hm. Jane shrugs, unimpressed.

JANE:

Nah.

WALTER:

"Nah"?!

(he grabs a PAINTING)

Don't you wish this were you in this

beautiful painting??

JANE:

But that IS me! And that's me...

(she POINTS all over)

And that one started as me, but then

Mother turned it into a Chinese boy.

Huh? Walter peers at Jane... then at Margaret. And then --

it hits him. He grimaces, embarrassed.

WALTER:

Oh, you're Mommy! My apologies,

Honey. I misconstrued the situation.

(SHEEPISH)

Well I'll just mosey along, before Mr.

Ulbrich comes back and socks me in the

eye.

ON MARGARET:

A gut decision. She stares at Walter, then smiles slyly.

MARGARET:

Mr. Ulbrich is out of the picture...!

9.

ON WALTER:

His face slowly lights up. Ah! Sun breaking through clouds.

CUT TO:

EST. FRENCH BISTRO - NIGHT

INT. BISTRO - NIGHT

An enchanting bistro. Wine barrels, laughing, twinkly tivoli

lights. Perfection. Walter flamboyantly enters, escorting

Margaret. Instantly, the STAFF ERUPTS in excitement:

"Monsieur Keane! Ah, Monsieur Keane is here! Bonsoir!"

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