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Добавлено: Вс Мар 08, 2009 8:01 am Заголовок сообщения: 11
Bump up then lurk
??Silence ensued. The countess looked at her callers, smiling affably, but not concealing the fact that she would not be distressed if they now rose and took their leave. The visitor's daughter was already smoothing down her dress with an inquiring look at her mother, when suddenly from the next room were heard the footsteps of boys and girls running to the door and the noise of a chair falling over, and a girl of thirteen, hiding something in the folds of her short muslin frock, darted in and stopped short in the middle of the room. It was evident that she had not intended her flight to bring her so far. Behind her in the doorway appeared a student with a crimson coat collar, an officer of the Guards, a girl of fifteen, and a plump rosy-faced boy in a short jacket.
??The count jumped up and, swaying from side to side, spread his arms wide and threw them round the little girl who had run in.
??"Ah, here she is!" he exclaimed laughing. "My pet, whose name day it is. My dear pet!"
??"Ma chere, there is a time for everything," said the countess with feigned severity. "You spoil her, Ilya," she added, turning to her husband.
??"How do you do, my dear? I wish you many happy returns of your name day," said the visitor. "What a charming child," she added, addressing the mother.
??This black-eyed, wide-mouthed girl, not pretty but full of life- with childish bare shoulders which after her run heaved and shook her bodice, with black curls tossed backward, thin bare arms, little legs in lace-frilled drawers, and feet in low slippers- was just at that charming age when a girl is no longer a child, though the child is not yet a young woman. Escaping from her father she ran to hide her flushed face in the lace of her mother's mantilla- not paying the least attention to her severe remark- and began to laugh. She laughed, and in fragmentary sentences tried to explain about a doll which she produced from the folds of her frock.
??"Do you see?... My doll... Mimi... You see..." was all Natasha managed to utter (to her everything seemed funny). She leaned against her mother and burst into such a loud, ringing fit of laughter that even the prim visitor could not help joining in.
??"Now then, go away and take your monstrosity with you," said the mother, pushing away her daughter with pretended sternness, and turning to the visitor she added: "She is my youngest girl."
??Natasha, raising her face for a moment from her mother's mantilla, glanced up at her through tears of laughter, and again hid her face.
??The visitor, compelled to look on at this family scene, thought it necessary to take some part in it.
??"Tell me, my dear," said she to Natasha, "is Mimi a relation of yours? A daughter, I suppose?"
??Natasha did not like the visitor's tone of condescension to childish things. She did not reply, but looked at her seriously.
??Meanwhile the younger generation: Boris, the officer, Anna Mikhaylovna's son; Nicholas, the undergraduate, the count's eldest son; Sonya, the count's fifteen-year-old niece, and little Petya, his youngest boy, had all settled down in the drawing room and were obviously trying to restrain within the bounds of decorum the excitement and mirth that shone in all their faces. Evidently in the back rooms, from which they had dashed out so impetuously, the conversation had been more amusing than the drawing-room talk of society scandals, the weather, and Countess Apraksina. Now and then they glanced at one another, hardly able to suppress their laughter.
??The two young men, the student and the officer, friends from childhood, were of the same age and both handsome fellows, though not alike. Boris was tall and fair, and his calm and handsome face had regular, delicate features. Nicholas was short with curly hair and an open expression. Dark hairs were already showing on his upper lip, and his whole face expressed impetuosity and enthusiasm. Nicholas blushed when he entered the drawing room. He evidently tried to find something to say, but failed. Boris on the contrary at once found his footing, and related quietly and humorously how he had know that doll Mimi when she was still quite a young lady, before her nose was broken; how she had aged during the five years he had known her, and how her head had cracked right across the skull. Having said this he glanced at Natasha. She turned away from him and glanced at her younger brother, who was screwing up his eyes and shaking with suppressed laughter, and unable to control herself any longer, she jumped up and rushed from the room as fast as her nimble little feet would carry her. Boris did not laugh.
??"You were meaning to go out, weren't you, Mamma? Do you want the carriage?" he asked his mother with a smile.
??"Yes, yes, go and tell them to get it ready," she answered, returning his smile.
??Boris quietly left the room and went in search of Natasha. The plump boy ran after them angrily, as if vexed that their program had been disturbed.
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I'm going to bump the thread
EXT. RODEO DRIVE - DAY
Vivian comes out onto the street and stands, lost. She takes
a deep breath, trying to control herself. Two WOMEN, in elegant
designer outfits, stroll by, eyeing Vivian as if she were a
freak. Vivian suddenly feels naked. She turns and hurries
INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY
Vivian enters the lobby, upset, nervous and paranoid. She feels
an emptiness in her stomach at the sight of all the luxury
around her. She hurries toward the elevators.
At the front desk, Mr. Thomas, once again spots her. He crosses
the lobby and deftly cuts her off from the elevator.
May I help you Miss?
Vivian stops, practically shaking with terror.
I'm just going to my room.
You're a guest here?
I'm -- I'm with a friend.
And who is that?
Vivian's face is filled with confusion. She doesn't know his
name. The elevator doors open behind them. She spots the
(blurting it out)
He knows me.
Mr. Thomas turns and eyes the Operator curiously. The Operator
looks back at them innocently. With a smooth gesture Mr. Thomas
waves the Operator over.
Do you know this young lady?
The Operator nods.
She's with Mr. Harris.
She apparently joined him last
Mr. Thomas waves the Operator away.
Why don't you come with me. We'll
chat for just a moment.
He takes Vivian gently but firmly by the arm and leads her off.
INT. HOTEL OFFICE - DAY
In a richly furnished office, Mr. Thomas places Vivian in a
comfortable chair and then leans against the edge of his desk.
What's your name?
Miss Vivian... things that go
on in other hotels don't happen
at the Regent Beverly Wilshire.
Vivian says nothing.
MR. THOMAS (cont'd)
Mr. Harris, however, is a very
special customer. And we like
to think of our special customers
as friends. As a customer, we
would expect Mr. Harris to sign
in any additional guests. But
as a friend, we're willing to
overlook it, I'm assuming you're
Vivian finds herself nodding.
MR. THOMAS (cont'd)
I thought so. You must be his...?
Of course. Naturally when Mr.
Harris leaves, I won't see you
in this hotel again.
Vivian bites her lower lip, nods.
MR. THOMAS (cont'd)
Good. We understand one another.
(as a gentle afterthought:)
I would also encourage you to
dress in a more appropriate
Vivian's face screws up as she tries hard not to cry.
That's what I was trying to do.
She can't help it, the tears come. Vivian pulls out the money
Edward gave her. She drops it on the desk. It's a moist-
looking wad now.
I was trying to get some other
they wouldn't... they made me feel
She can't go on. Mr. Thomas politely glances at the money.
He unfolds it, smoothes it and hands it back to her. He sighs.
He picks up the phone. He dials.
(into the phone)
Vivian is staring at him.
MR. THOMAS (cont'd)
Bridget, hello, this is Barnard
Thomas over at the Regent Beverly
Wilshire. Well, thank you, that's
flattering. I'd like to ask a
favor of you. I'm going to send
someone over. Her name is Vivian.
She's a guest of ours. A very
He glances at Vivian. With those simple words, he'd made her
MR. THOMAS (cont'd)
She's from out of town and she
needs a little help in dressing.
Perhaps you could help her out.
Thank you very much. She'll be
He sets the phone down and smiles patronizingly at Vivian.
MR. THOMAS (cont'd)
There you are. If you have any
other problems, come ask for me
personally. I'm Mr. Thomas.
She smiles mischievously.
EXT. FORT OF LOS ANGELES - DAY
A sleek corporate helicopter flies over the port.
EXT. BUILDING ROOFTOP - DAY
Edward, Vance, Stuckey and Jake walk toward the building's
edge. They look out over the empty shipyard as Vance describes
Okay... this is the jewel in
Kross's crown. We can strip out
all the heavy equipment. Some
of the cranes are very valuable
overseas. The Japanese are
salivating for them.
Prime industrial property
straddling the Port of Long Beach
and Los Angeles. It gives me a
Edward points toward one of the edges of the shipyard.
What's that long building over
Storage, I think.
Not with those smokestacks it's
Let me check.
Vance pulls out a notebook.
The real estate possibilities
are endless. Most of the yard
we'll just level. I talked to
a couple of developers, under the
table, of course, and they said
I talked to some developers about
What kind of an idiot are you?
You don't talk about this to
They're close friends, they'd
never breathe a word --
Where did you dig this moron up?
He's right, Jake, that was an
incredibly stupid thing to do.
It won't happen again, Edward.
I'll pull him off the project
We don't have the time to bring
someone new up to speed.
(not unkindly, to Jake)
You've already impressed everyone
you need to, haven't you?
It won't happen again, Mr. Harris.
Vance has found what he was looking for in his notebook.
This is interesting. That
building is storage now, but it
used to be a smelting plant. They
closed it down after World War
I want our lawyers to check into
the toxic waste licences on them
right away. I want to know if the
permits are still valid and what
kind of limits are on them.
Jesus, yes. It's a long shot but
if the permits are still in
effect, they're worth a fortune.
He turns away. The other follow Edward back toward the
What time's diner tonight?
Eight o'clock. Kross is bringing
his son. Very bright kid, watch
yourself with him. Who's this
girl you're taking?
No one you know.
INT. SAKS - SECOND FLOOR - DAY
The elevator opens and Vivian walks out and surveys the room
nervously. She walks toward the women's clothing section.
BRIDGET, a large friendly woman, spots her and quickly
You must be Vivian.
Let's look at you...
She steps back, regards Vivian with a professional eye.
Where are you from, dear?
No wonder. For starts, you should
know that hot pants are horrid,
even when you do have the legs
to carry them off. What are your
plans while you're in town?
Well... I might be going out to
You'll want a cocktail dress
then. Turn. You have a beautiful
figure. A little too out in the
open but simply lovely. Size six?
Do you need shoes?
I dunno. Do thigh high, leather
boots go with a cocktail dress?
Philip! We'll need shoes!
Bridget leads Vivian towards the racks of clothes. She pulls
out a dress.
Your uncle will like this.
He's not really my uncle.
They never are, dear.
INT. HOTEL LOBBY - LATE AFTERNOON
Mr. Thomas is behind the desk. He looks up. Vivian is standing
there, a happy look on her face. She holds up a garment bag.
I got a dress.
I rather hoped you'd be wearing it.
I didn't want to get it messed.
I got shoes too. Wanna see?
That's all right. I'm sure
they're quite lovely.
They were real nice to me there.
They treated me, y'know... nice.
Mr. Thomas tries not to wince at the familiarity.
You're very welcome, Miss Vivian.
She smiles at him. He watches as Vivian turns and walks toward
the elevator. The provocative way her hips move just naturally
attracts the attention of a MALE PASSERBY. And the white gloved
ELEVATOR MAN literally leaps to press the elevator button for
Vivian who rewards him with a happy smile. Mr. Thomas sighs.
INT. PENTHOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON
The phone is ringing Vivian enters. She hurries to pick it up.
The phone keeps ringing -- it has more than one line. Vivian
frantically punches buttons.
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