Pretty Woman Page #6

VIVIAN:

No, let's go to work. Okay?

KIT:

Okay.

(then touches her hand)

I'm sorry I said your dream was

stupid.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT

Edward's Ferrari turns onto Hollywood Blvd., finally out of

the Hollywood Hills.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT

Vivian and Kit are out trying to hustle John's in passing cars.

Vivian strikes a sexy pose at the bus stop. Kit is talking to

another prostitute, RACHEL.

KIT:

No no, honey. You see these

stars on the sidewalk. Me and

Vivian work from Don Ameche all

the way up to Roy Rogers.

This is our office. We got

seniority. Get off our corner.

RACHEL:

I was just taking a rest here.

Besides, she's new.

(points to Vivian)

KIT:

But I'm old. Go rest up by Monty

Hall or Debra Paget where you

belong.

Rachel walks off.

VIVIAN:

(looks at passing cars)

Looks slow tonight.

KIT:

Maybe we should get a pimp.

Carlos likes you and --

VIVIAN:

Forget it. We work for it. We

keep it.

They keep hustling.

KIT:

I can't handle this tonight.

I'm going home.

VIVIAN:

(stares at her)

That crack is burning a hole in

your pocket. There isn't even

milk in the fridge. The rent's

due. Now come on --

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - ANGLE ON FERRARI - NIGHT

KIT (O.S.)

(suddenly)

Hey, hey -- There's a rent.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - BACK TO SCENE - NIGHT

VIVIAN:

He's not gonna want us.

The Ferrari goes by and stops.

EDWARD:

(calls out to Vivian)

Excuse me.

KIT:

(excited)

Don't take less than a hundred.

You look hot tonight. And

remember, don't mouth off. They

don't like that.

VIVIAN:

Okay. Go home. But take it easy

on that sh*t.

Kit gives Vivian a quick hug.

KIT:

You're the greatest. I'll wait

up for you.

And then Kit is off, moving quickly away. Vivian turns. She

stares at the Ferrari, loathing it and all it represents. And

then it's as if Vivian turns a switch. She fluffs her mane of

hair, throws her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out and

sashays towards the car, a sexy, friendly smile on her face.

In the driver's seat of the Ferrari, Edward is looking furious

and distracted. Vivian leans over the passenger window.

VIVIAN:

Hey Sugar, you lookin' for a date?

EDWARD:

What's that?

VIVIAN:

You looking' for some company?

EDWARD:

Uh, no. How do I get to Beverly

Hills?

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