expected to hear.
Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam in a twinkling of
streetlight.
EXT. A PHONE BOOTH AT THE END OF THE STREET
The source of the ringing. We start to PUSH SLOWLY IN one the
phone booth, and as we do we hear the VOICE of an UGLY
AMERICAN.
UGLY AMERICAN (V.O.)
What is this?
CUT TO:
INT. A DRIVE BAR IN PARIS - NIGHT
A SOCCER MATCH is in progress on a TV which sits above the
bar in this
expect results.
ERIS HEADQUARTERS
If you gentlemen would step this way, please. Gather round.
Imagine were somewhere in Alaska and a huge oil tanker runs aground.
What do we get? An oil spill, one of the most serious threats to nature.
A calamity that could take generations for sea life to recover.
But wait. Whats this?
Look whos coming. The nanobots.
Very impressive.
Lovely.
Baby seals everywher
expectations.
The CAMERA PANS through the dark bedroom in which the
poster hangs; a neon sign flashes outside the window,
casting a red and blue haze over the premises. A dressing
room table is cluttered with dozens of bottles of nail
polish and makeup, and garish clothing and flashy jewelry
are scattered everywhere.
We hear the movement of BED SPRINGS as someone sits up in
the dark.
CHRISTYS VOI
expect you to be at
my beck-and-call. Are you coming
or not?
INT. HOUSE - STAIRWAY - NIGHT
Edward descends the long, curved stairway. He has Vance in
tow.
EDWARD
(all business)
Prepare the filing papers. Have
them ready by the middle of the
week. Ill tell you when to
submit them.
The PEOPLE talking and drinking on the stairway gravitate
toward Edward.
A MAN
Edward!
EDWARD
(turning on the charm)
expect.
You should leave him alone. Hes smaller than you.
So? Hes older. - Yeah, but youre bigger.
Why are you taking his side? - I aint taking his side.
Yes, you fucking are. - Dont swear.
Here, its all right. Ive got me key.
Come on! - Dont shout.
Whats she doing? - I dunno.
Shes probably on the toilet or something.
Whats wrong with you?
Whats wrong with you, you mean.
All right?
Yeah, Im all r