Erin Brockovich Page #5

DEFENDING LAWYER

Broke, three kids, no job. A doctor

in a Jaguar must've looked like a

pretty good meal ticket.

Erin sees jurors nodding almost imperceptibly in agreement.

She's on a sinking ship.

ERIN:

What? Hey -- he hit me.

DEFENDING LAWYER

So you say.

ERIN:

He came tearing around the corner,

out of control --

DEFENDING LAWYER

An ER doctor who spends his days

saving lives was the one out of

control --

ERIN:

(erupting)

That a**hole smashed in my f***ing

neck!

INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY - LATER THAT DAY

Erin barrels toward the elevator. Ed trails.

ERIN:

...Open and shut? Open and f***ing

shut?

ED:

Which is exactly the kind of language

that lost the case.

ERIN:

Oh, please, it was long over by then.

God damn, he made me look like some

cheap --

ED:

I told you the questions might get a

little persona --

ERIN:

Bullshit. You told me I'd get half a

million dollars. You told me I'd be

set.

ED notices her ranting is starting to draw attention.

ED:

Okay -- let's try and settle down

here. You want something to eat?

ERIN:

You want to feed my kids too!? F***

settle down! I got seventy-four

dollars to my name! I can't afford

to settle down!

Beat.

ED:

I'm sorry, Erin.

ERIN:

Do they actually teach lawyers how

to apologize -- because you all suck

at it.

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