Erin Brockovich Page #2

She tends to the nail as she opens her car door and gets in.

WIDER ON THE STREET

The Hyundai starts it up, signals. Then, just as it pulls

slowly out into the street, a JAGUAR barrels around the

corner, accelerating out of the turn, and SLAMS into the

side of Erin's car, sending it CAREENING into the median.

It SMASHES into a foot-thick lightpost. And stops.

EXT. MASRY & VITITOE - DAY

A respectable building in the valley.

ROSALIND (O.S.)

Morning, Mr. Masry. How you doing

today?

INT. MASRY & VITITOE - RECEPTION - DAY

A sign over the reception desk reads: MASRY & VITITOE,

ATTORNEYS AT LAW.

ED MASRY, senior partner in the firm, enters the office and

approaches his secretary's desk. His avuncular presence masks

a savvy legal mind, and his somewhat rumpled appearance

indicates a disinterest in pretense.

ED:

Fine. You?

ROSALIND:

Did you watch it last night?

ED:

No, I was out. I taped it. Don't

tell me what happens.

ROSALIND:

(overlapping him,

excitedly)

It's sooo great...

(as he walks to office)

Your nine o'clock's already in there.

Ed peers into his office. It's a mess -- papers everywhere,

unopened mail. Standing in the middle of the room is Erin,

in a teensy, leopard-print mini-dress. As she jiggles a spike-

heeled foot, everything about her shimmies gloriously.

Except her head, which is held in place by a neck brace.

ED:

Remind me.

BRENDA:

Erin Brockovich. Car accident. Not

her fault, she says.

(beat. They exchange

looks)

She was referred.

He nods.

INT. MASRY & VITITOE - ED'S OFFICE - DAY

Not an office that necessarily exudes authority, and ED's

blustery entrance only adds to the sense of chaos.

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