"LEGALLY BLONDE" Screenplay by Karen McCullah Lutz and Kirsten Smith Shooting Draft July 31, 2000 INT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - DAY "HEAD OVER HEELS" by the Go-Go's plays as we wind through a flock of abstract, silky, golden strands -- PULLING BACK, to discover that the strands are hair on a BLONDE GIRL's head. But not just any blonde girl, a girl in Delta Gamma, the blondest, most beautiful sorority at USC. We PULL BACK further to see that she's signing a handmade card. She holds it up OVER HER SHOULDER, we see hearts and glitter surrounding and "Good Luck Tonight!" and "Elle and Warner forever!." She carries the card out of her room and we FOLLOW HER across the hall, into the room of -- THREE BLONDE CHEERLEADERS, who stop practicing their pom-pom routine to sign the card. As they finish, we follow the Card Girl out and into the room of -- A BLONDE GIRL IN A TANK TOP and shorts, working out on a Stairmaster as "General Hospital" plays on a tiny TV. She signs the card while continuing to exercise. We move on, to the room of -- A BLONDE GIRL MAKING OUT WITH HER BOYFRIEND who stops long enough to sign the card, as her boyfriend nibbles on her neck. She hands the card back and we head into the room of -- A BLONDE PARTY GIRL who pours a pink frozen margarita into a glass from the blender, then passes it down to ANOTHER BLONDE GIRL, assembly-line style. The card goes one way, being signed, as the drinks go the other. Once the card arrives back in the Card Girl's hands, we follow her out of the room and down the hall until she reaches the very last and biggest door -- She puts a kiss mark on the card, then kneels down and slides the card under the door. INT. ELLE'S DELTA GAMMA ROOM - DAY - CONTINUOUS The CARD slides into the pink room, hitting the feet of UNDERDOG, a tiny chihuahua who picks it up in his mouth and trots it over to a pair of perfectly pedicured feet in strappy sandals. An equally perfectly manicured hand with a "Sisters Forever" charm bracelet dangling from the wrist, scoops up Underdog. As he rises, we RISE WITH HIM, passing toned, waxed, tanned legs in pink Prada pedal pushers and a pair of perky boobs encased in a spaghetti-strap top -- until we finally reveal a magnificent head of long blonde hair and a sweet, beautiful face. This is ELLE WOODS, 21, the Goddess Queen of Delta Gamma. She talks on a pink, fuzzy phone. ELLE (into the phone) I love you, too! Behind her, a "Go USC" banner is pinned to the pink wall. A stack of "Cosmopolitan"s and "Glamour"s teeters on the dresser. The closet overflows with trendy, designer clothes in a predominance of pink. ELLE (into phone) I'll see you tonight. She hangs up and lets out a squeal of joy, kissing Underdog's head and taking the card out of his mouth. She reads it, touched. ELLE "Elle and Warner forever". Aww... Underdog yips. INT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY - SAME TIME A Delta Gamma/Sigma Chi barbecue in full swing. Beautiful college students drink beer and mingle, trying to figure out who they're going to sleep with next. The main wall of the living room has been designated as a "Model Wall" of Delta Gamma girls -- ELLE smiles at us from a Hawaiian Tropic ad and a Miss June USC calendar photo. A cover of an Italian Vogue shows a blonde sexpot MARGOT; a USC cheerleader poster displays a hard-bodied non-blonde SERENA in a pom-pom pose. Serena walks up, fending off an admirer. SERENA Jeremy, enough! I am not going to formal with you. Jeremy slinks off as Margot arrives, agitated. MARGOT Can someone please tell Rick that he is not the only Sigma Chi with a big penis? ELLE (O.S.) You guys are so sweet! ELLE, a vision of fluffy blondeness, runs down the stairs toward Serena and Margot, holding the card. ELLE But I'm not positive it's gonna happen tonight -- SERENA Helloo... he just had lunch with his grandmother. You know he got "The Rock". MARGOT Why else would she have flown in from Newport? It's not like she'd Fed Ex a six carat diamond. ELLE (excited) You think? SERENA I can't believe you're getting engaged! The three girls jump up and down, squealing and hugging. ELLE C'mon -- you have to help me pick out the perfect outfit. As they head toward the door, Elle spots Amy, a shy girl in a delta gamma pledge sweatshirt, standing alone. ELLE Amy, what's wrong? AMY I don't really -- know anyone. ELLE (teasing) That's because you spend too much time in the library. Come with me. (to Serena and Margot) I'll meet you outside. As they go, Elle leads Amy over to a group of jovial Sigma Chi brothers. ELLE Brandon, Jason, Grant -- this is Amy. Why don't you tell her about the time you guys went golfing naked? Elle winks at Amy and heads off as the guys launch into their story. BRANDON It was classic. Jason hit with wood all day. GRANT And we never ran out of balls -- Amy laughs. INT. SUNSET PLAZA BOUTIQUE - DAY Serena and Margot watch as Elle stands in front of a mirror, trying on a Herve Leger white mini-dress. Sexy and ultra- tight. ELLE Too demure? MARGOT I think you should go with red. It's the color of confidence. ELLE Well, I don't want to look like I know what's coming... SERENA I don't understand why you're completely disregarding your signature color. She holds up a tiny pink slipdress. ELLE He's proposing! I can't look like I would on any date. This is the date. The night I'll always remember. I want to look special. Bridal... but not like I suspect anything. ACROSS THE STORE A SALESWOMAN looks at her cohort. SALESWOMAN (sotto) There's nothing I love more than a dumb blonde with daddy's plastic. She grabs a dress off the Clearance Sale rack, ripping off the "HALF PRICE" TAG. ON ELLE AND THE GIRLS SERENA I can't wait to see you wearing The Rock! Elle looks at them, suddenly concerned. ELLE What if -- you know -- it's not the night? MARGOT Why else would he be taking you to The Ivy? You've been dating for a year -- it's not like he's trying to impress you. SERENA Elle, you've heard the man pass gas in his sleep. That practically means you're pre-engaged. The Saleswoman approaches with the dress, kiss-assy smile on her face. SALESWOMAN Did you see this one? We just got it in yesterday. Elle fingers the dress, then the new price tag, looking back at the saleswoman, excited. ELLE Is this a low-viscosity rayon? SALESWOMAN Uh, yes -- of course. ELLE With half-loop top-stitching on the hem? SALESWOMAN (smiling a lie) Absolutely. It's one of a kind. Elle hands the dress back to her, no longer pretending to be excited. ELLE It's impossible to use a half-loop topstitch on low-viscosity rayon. It would snag the fabric. And you didn't just get this in, because I remember it from the June Vogue a year ago, so if you're trying to sell it to me at full price, you picked the wrong girl. The saleswoman slinks off, embarrassed. MARGOT (to the saleswoman) Nice try... Elle shakes her head and turns back to the girls as she slips on her Manolo Blahnik sandals, doing one last mirror check, smoothing down her golden mane. ELLE (dramatically) Girls, this is it. In a few hours, I'll be the future Mrs. Warner Huntington III. EXT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - NIGHT An attractive male finger presses the doorbell. INT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - FOYER - NIGHT - SAME TIME Amy peeks through the peephole and turns. AMY (whispering) He's here! Elle, standing nearby with Margot and Serena and several other DG's, smooths down her dress and takes a deep breath, opening the door to find -- WARNER HUNTINGTON, III, 21, tall, chiseled and outrageously handsome. He takes her in, a smile spreading across his face. WARNER You're beautiful. ELLE So are you! She looks up at him, blushing and completely smitten. They kiss. After a moment, Warner extracts himself. WARNER (nervous) You ready? Her face is awash with devotion. ELLE I am so ready. EXT. THE IVY - NIGHT Warner and Elle are seated at a cozy table on the patio. Elle takes a sip from her freshly poured champagne flute. Nervous and excited. ELLE Here's to us. Warner is slower to sip his. WARNER The reason I wanted to come here tonight was to discuss our future. Elle is on the edge of her seat. ELLE I'm fully amenable to that discussion. WARNER I mean, we're having a lot of fun now -- but things are gonna be different when I'm at Harvard. Law school is a completely different world. I need to be serious. ELLE Of course. WARNER My family expects a lot from me. And I expect a lot from me. I plan on running for office some day. ELLE And I fully support that. WARNER But the thing is, if I'm gonna be a senator by the time I'm thirty -- I can't keep dicking around. ELLE I completely agree. WARNER That's why I think it's time for us to -- Elle takes a deep breath, filled with anticipation. WARNER I think we should break up. Elle's champagne glass drops from her hand and CRASHES onto the patio. ELLE What? Elle starts to flush, completely caught off guard. WARNER I'm sorry, Elle, I just -- ELLE You're breaking up with me?! (tearing up) I thought you were proposing. WARNER Proposing?! Elle, If I'm going to be a politician, I need to marry a Jackie, not a -- Marilyn. ELLE (stunned) You're breaking up with me because I'm too -- blonde? WARNER That's not entirely -- ELLE Then what? My boobs are too big? WARNER Elle -- no -- your boobs are fine -- Her tears start. ELLE So when you said you'd always love me, you were just "dicking around"? Warner looks around the restaurant nervously. WARNER I do love you, Elle. I just can't marry you. You have no idea the pressure I'm under. My family has five generations of senators. My brother is in the top three at Yale Law. He just got engaged to a Vanderbilt, for crissakes. Elle stares at him aghast, tears streaming down her face, then pushes her chair away from the table and walks out. WARNER It's not like I have a choice, sweetheart. He follows her out. EXT. STREET - NIGHT Elle teeters down the sidewalk as best she can in her three inch heels, sobbing. Warner pulls up alongside her in his convertible Saab. WARNER C'mon. Let me take you home. ELLE No. WARNER Elle -- it's twenty miles back to campus. Elle stops, thinks a minute, then gets in, still crying. Catching her poofy little purse in the door. She re-opens it, yanking the purse back in. Warner pulls out. EXT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - USC - NIGHT Warner pulls up in front. It's a starry, romantic night. Everything should be perfect. It's not. Elle sits, still in shock, as tears continue to eke out. WARNER Elle, believe me, I never expected to be doing this, but I think it's the right thing to do. ELLE How can it be the right thing if we're not together? WARNER I have to think about my future. And what people expect from me. ELLE So you're breaking up with me because you're afraid your family won't like me? (through her tears) Everybody likes me! WARNER East coast people are different. ELLE Just because I'm not a Vanderbilt, all of a sudden I'm white trash? I grew up in Bel Air, Warner! Across the street from Aaron Spelling! I think most people would agree that's way better than a Vanderbilt -- WARNER I told you, Elle. I need someone -- serious. ELLE I'm seriously in love with you -- Isn't that enough? He looks away. WARNER I'm sorry. She gets out of the car and drags herself up the stairs to her sorority house. When she's at the top, she turns back to look at him. His perfect cheekbones highlighted by the streetlamp. He meets her eyes, pained, but determined. Then pulls away, leaving her there. INT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - USC - NIGHT Elle walks down the pink and green carpeted hall, dazed and tear-stained. Margot and Serena emerge from the bathroom, post-shower. Getting ready for a night out. MARGOT Why are you back so soon? Serena sees Elle's bare hand. SERENA Did he forget the ring? Elle silently walks into her room. Serena and Margot follow, worried. INT. ELLE'S DELTA GAMMA ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS Elle slumps down in an inflatable chair, hugging her knees and cowering in a wretched little ball. Underdog stares at her, concerned. Serena and Margot stand in the door. MARGOT Elle? SERENA Where's the Rock? ELLE We're not engaged. It's over! SERENA AND MARGOT WHAT?! ELLE He broke up with me! Serena and Margot gasp in horror, rushing to her side. SERENA Is it a Kappa? MARGOT It's not a Theta -- ELLE No -- it's just -- not me. SERENA I'm canceling the mixer. We'll blacklist Sigma Chi. ELLE Thank you, Serena, but I don't think it'll do any good. SERENA What happened? Elle starts to lose it again. ELLE I don't know! Everything was normal at first and then he said he needed someone more -- (sob-choked) Serious! MARGOT Serious?! Who the hell does he think he is? You're the most popular month on the USC calendar! She points to Elle's "Miss June" page, hanging on the wall. SERENA Oh, he is so over on this campus. ELLE I just don't understand what went wrong -- MARGOT Maybe it's the grandmother. Have you ever met her? Elle wipes her face. ELLE Last month on his birthday. And she liked me! She said I looked like Britney Spears. Why would you say that to someone you didn't like? They shrug, mystified. SERENA How could this happen? ELLE I don't know! I don't know anything any more! (wiping a tear) I just need to be by myself. SERENA Are you sure? Elle nods. The girls rise, hugging her. MARGOT We still love you. Sisters forever! ELLE (sniffling) Thank you. I love you, too. As they go, Margot looks at Serena. MARGOT Oh, God. What if Josh doesn't think I'm serious enough? SERENA Helloo... you let him have anal sex with you. (TV VERSION) Helloo... you let him videotape you diddling yourself. MARGOT You're right. Phew! As the girls go, they shut the door behind them. Elle gets up and grabs a FRAMED PHOTO of Warner, then lies down on her bed, clutching it to her heart. Underdog leaps up and gives her little doggy kisses. EXT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - DAY The sun rises on a sad day. "HOPELESSLY DEVOTED" by Olivia Newton-John plays. INT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY Amy knocks on Elle's door. AMY Elle? ANOTHER SISTER passes. ANOTHER SISTER (whispering) Didn't you hear? She leads a reluctant Amy down the hall. INT. ELLE'S DELTA GAMMA ROOM - DAY Spread out on the bed are PICTURES of Elle and Warner: The Sigma Chi formal; their Homecoming Queen and King "wave"; a 60's party; Mardi Gras night; beach weekend at Coronado. Next to the pictures are thirty dried Ecuardorian long-stemmed pink roses, remnants of their one year anniversary. In the center sits Elle, wearing Warner's old oversized Sigma Chi t-shirt, clutching a Gund teddybear. Depressed and looking like hell, she speaks to an unseen confidante. ELLE I just love him so much! I loved him the first moment I saw him. He's beautiful and smart and someone I totally respect. And I did everything I could to make him love me, but it wasn't enough. Now what am I supposed to do? I planned my whole future around him. My life was going to be all about Warner. Now what's it going to be about? She looks up -- waiting. Staring back at her is Underdog -- who sadly has no answers for her. INT. ELLE'S DELTA GAMMA ROOM - DAY Elle remains in bed, Underdog now clutched to her chest, soaps on the TV. TV SOAP STUD (on TV) "Oh, darling. I'll love you forever." ELLE (teary) Bullshit! Serena and Margot enter, bearing Jamba Juice. MARGOT Honey, stop! You have to leave this room -- it's been a week. ELLE So? Serena sits down on the edge of the bed, trying to psyche Elle up. SERENA What's the thing that always makes us feel better, no matter what? MARGOT Cunnilingus? Elle lets out a wail, realizing what she'll be missing. Serena shoots Margot a stern look. SERENA No -- the thing after that. INT. UPSCALE MANICURE SHOP - DAY A row of uniformed manicurists and their classy clients. Chattering away. Therapy in full session. Serena sits in front of her regular nail technician. SERENA It was awful. We all thought she'd be the first to walk down the aisle and now she's totally adrift. The nail technician shakes her head in shared girl-powerangst -- looking over at Elle, who sits in the waiting area, shell- shocked, but showered. Elle picks up the only magazine left on the table -- "Town & Country". She wrinkles her nose. An OLD LADY next to her reads "Seventeen". Elle looks at her, begrudging the access to teen beauty tips, and flips through "Town & Country" noisily until she freezes on -- the Engagement Section. She gasps. ELLE Oh, my God! She looks at a PHOTO of a horse-faced YOUNG WOMAN standing next to a THREE-YEARS-OLDER VERSION OF WARNER. She turns to the old lady next to her. ELLE Do you know who this is? The old lady looks. OLD LADY No. ELLE It's Warner's older brother! OLD LADY Who? Elle continues, undaunted. ELLE He just got engaged to this -- this very unfortunate-looking girl. (reading) "Third year Yale Law student Putnam Bowes Huntington III and his fiancee Layne Walker Vanderbilt, first year Yale Law." She turns to the old lady. ELLE This is the type of girl Warner wants to marry. This is what I need to become to be serious. The old lady looks at the picture. OLD LADY Butt ugly? ELLE No -- a law student. Elle rushes out. Serena looks after her. SERENA Elle? (turning back to her nail technician) She'll never get him back with those cuticles. INT. COUNSELOR'S OFFICE - DAY Elle sits in front of her ADVISOR. ADVISOR (flummoxed) Harvard Law School? ELLE That's right. ADVISOR But it's a top three school -- ELLE (offended) I have a 4.0. ADVISOR Yes, but your major is Fashion Merchandising. Harvard won't be impressed that you aced "History of Lycra". What are your backups? ELLE I don't need backups. Harvard is the school I'm going to. He decides to humor her. ADVISOR Well, then. You'll need excellent recommendations from your professors, a heck of an admissions essay and at least a one-seventy-five on your LSATs. ELLE (confident) I once had to judge a Theta Chi Tighty- Whitey contest. Trust me -- I can handle anything. INT. ELLE'S DELTA GAMMA ROOM - DAY Elle sits on the floor surrounded by piles of LSAT prep books, the framed photo of Warner, and Underdog. There's a KNOCK at the door as Serena and Margot peek inside, gasping in horror at the sight of books. MARGOT What are you doing?! Elle smiles brightly at them. ELLE Reading about the LSATs. Margot looks at Serena, confused. SERENA (in a horrified whisper) My cousin had them. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your -- Elle interrupts her. ELLE The LSATs are an exam. She takes a deep breath. ELLE Girls -- I'm going to Harvard! SERENA What, like on va-kay? MARGOT Let's all go! Road trip! SERENA Wait -- Cecil has a condo in Tahoe. Let's go there! ELLE No -- I'm going to law school at Harvard. They look at her, confused. MARGOT Why?! SERENA I mean, I know you're upset and all, but can't you just take a sedative? Elle rolls her eyes at their naivete. ELLE Once Warner sees me as a serious law student, he'll want me back. It's a completely brilliant plan! MARGOT But isn't it kind of hard to get into law school? ELLE I have the highest GPA in Delta Gamma! Margot pulls something off her wrist and hands it to Elle. MARGOT Here. You're gonna need this. ELLE Your scrunchie? MARGOT My lucky scrunchie. It helped me pass Spanish. Serena rolls her eyes and looks at Margot disapprovingly. SERENA You passed Spanish because you gave Professor Montoya a hand-job after the final. MARGOT (duh) Yeah, luckily. A MONTAGE OF THE NEXT 3 MONTHS BEGINS WITH... EXT. WOODS' BEL AIR BACKYARD - DAY ON VIDEO, Elle sits in a Jacuzzi in her bikini. ELLE (to the camera) My name is Elle Woods and for my admissions essay, I'd like to tell all of you at Harvard why I'm going to make an amazing lawyer. INT. KAPPA SIG LIVING ROOM - NIGHT The girls watch a horror movie with Kappa Sigs. Eating popcorn and drinking red wine. Off to the side, Elle reads an LSAT Study Guide. INT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY ON VIDEO, a Delta Gamma chapter meeting takes place. ELLE (V.O.) As president of my sorority, I'm skilled at commanding the attention of a room and discussing important issues. Elle bangs a gavel, as she sits in front of her sisters. ELLE It has come to my attention that the maintenance staff is switching our toilet paper from Charmin to generic. All those opposed to chafing, please say "aye". The sisters "AYE" in unison. Underdog barks his approval. INT. CLASSROOM - NIGHT "LSAT Prep Course" is written on the board. Elle and forty other law school hopefuls take notes furiously as practice questions are reviewed. EXT. WOODS BACKYARD POOL - DAY ON VIDEO, FROM ABOVE, we see Elle as she floats on a raft in her pool, in a pink Versace bikini. She addresses the camera. ELLE (to the camera) I'm able to recall hundreds of important details at the drop of a hat. We reveal Margot on a raft beside her. MARGOT (badly acting) Elle, do you know what happened on "Days of Our Lives" yesterday? ELLE Why, yes, Margot, I do. Once again, we joined Hope in the search for her identity. As you know, she's been brainwashed by the evil Stefano -- INT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY Elle takes a practice LSAT exam as Serena, Margot and a few other Delta Gammas do their butt-crunches in the Delta Gamma living room. Serena, while clenching her tush, hits a stop watch and Elle starts writing furiously. DISSOLVE TO: Margot is now on all-fours, doing donkey kicks as she grades Elle's practice exam. She writes "143" on top and holds it up to Elle. Elle slumps with frustration. EXT. BEACH - DAY ON VIDEO, Elle is rollerblading in shorts and a tank top. ELLE (to the camera) And the laws and bi-laws of civil obedience are crucial to my life -- Serena skates by and fake-elbows Elle. ELLE (calling after her) No shoving on the skate path! City ordinance 22G! INT. LIBRARY STUDY ROOM - NIGHT Elle sits in front of Amy, as Amy quizzes her with practice LSAT questions. Books are piled high around them. Elle gazes out the window to see -- Warner and some BARECHESTED FRATERNITY BOYS carrying a keg across the quad. Her eyes light up and she looks at Amy pleadingly. Amy shakes her head no. Elle slumps, then rises and goes to the window, closing the shades and getting back to work. EXT. USC CAMPUS - DAY ON VIDEO, Elle addresses the camera. ELLE I feel confident using legal jargon in daily life. CUT TO: ON VIDEO, Elle walks across campus with Underdog in her purse, feigning staged innocence. A RANDOM FRAT BOY pinches her butt. She slaps his hand, dramatically. ELLE I object! INT. AUDITORIUM - DAY "LSAT EXAM - Sections 1-6" is scrawled on the chalk board. Elle sits in an auditorium with about 90 other students, LSAT booklet open, filling in answers. Concentrating so hard she's practically getting a forehead wrinkle. INT. ELLE'S DELTA GAMMA ROOM - DAY ON VIDEO, Elle speaks to the camera. ELLE (to the camera) I've seen every episode of "The Practice" and I'm even on speaking terms with Dylan McDermott. CUT TO: EXT. DYLAN MCDERMOTT'S HOUSE - DAY Dylan McDermott gets into his car and pulls out of his driveway. VIDEOTAPING MADLY, the girls follow in Elle's Boxster. SERENA There he is! MARGOT Pull up next to him! Elle swerves around to pull up next to Dylan McDermott. They scream at him as Serena videotapes. ELLE Dylan! We love you! Dylan McDermott burns rubber as he flees. EXT. USC CAMPUS - DAY ON VIDEO, Elle jogs while she addresses the camera. ELLE (To camera) I'm totally focused and goal-oriented. Plus I'm able to sway people with my very convincing arguments. She turns to Serena, jogging next to her. ELLE Calvin Klein's spring line is atrocious. Don't you agree? SERENA (convinced) Absolutely! INT. DELTA GAMMA HOUSE - FOYER - DAY Amy rushes in with a stack of mail, waving an LSAT envelope as she calls out. AMY It's here! Elle rushes down the stairs as the other Delta Gammas gather around. Elle takes the envelope and says a quick prayer. ELLE One seventy-five... one seventy- five... She opens it and stares at it for a long moment. Then turns it to the crowd and raises it above her head in triumph. The girls immediately begin jumping up and down as group joy ensues. Underdog yips with pride. The MONTAGE ENDS. INT. HARVARD LAW ADMISSIONS OFFICE - DAY ON THE TV, Elle stands up in the Jacuzzi. ELLE (on TV) And that's why you should vote for me. Elle Woods. Future lawyer. For the Class of 2003. The video is PAUSED, as three ADMISSIONS GUYS in their 4.0's sit at a table piled high with applications, the DEAN OF ADMISSIONS at the head of it. STUNNED SILENCE fills the room. Finally one of them speaks. ADMISSIONS GUY #1 That was certainly a very -- (adjusting himself) Imaginative essay. ADMISSIONS GUY #2 (to the Dean) She does have a 4.0 from USC and she got a one-seventy-nine on her LSATs. DEAN OF ADMISSIONS A fashion major? ADMISSIONS GUY #3 Well, we've never had one before... aren't we always looking for diversity? AMISSIONS GUY #1 Her list of extracurriculars is impressive. The Dean looks at her application. DEAN OF ADMISSIONS (unimpressed) She was in a Ricky Martin video -- ADMISSIONS GUY #2 Clearly, she's interested in music... DEAN OF ADMISSIONS (reading on; skeptical) She also designed a line of faux fur panties for her sorority's charity project -- ADMISSIONS GUY #3 Then she's a friend to animals as well as a philanthropist. ADMISSIONS GUY #1 I think it's obvious that she's a very well-rounded individual. He points to Elle -- freeze-framed in her bikini-top on video, on the TV. The admissions guys look to the Dean. He folds. DEAN OF ADMISSIONS Elle Woods -- Welcome to Harvard. EXT. WOODS' BACKYARD - DAY Elle's parents -- DANIEL, in tennis clothes, and the facelifted SAPPHIRE -- stare at Elle over juice by the pool. DANIEL (frowning) Law school? Sapphire puts a hand to her throat in distress. Elle is confused. ELLE It's a perfectly respectable place... DANIEL Sweetheart, you don't need law school. Law school is for people who are boring and ugly and serious. And you, button, are none of those things. Sapphire is in agreement. SAPPHIRE You were first runner-up in the Miss Hawaiian Tropic contest. Why throw all that away? ELLE Because this is what I want. I've worked hard for it. Don't you understand that this is important to me? She looks at her uncomprehending parents. ELLE Going to Harvard is the only way I can get the love of my life back! Sapphire looks at her, still not getting it. SAPPHIRE Can't you just suck his wiener? (TV VERSION) Can't you just get your nose done? Elle reacts to her mother's skewed logic. EXT. HARVARD DORM - DAY Pale, studious LAW STUDENTS clad in earth tones, move into their dorm, carrying in their spartan belongings (coffee makers, books, computers). In the distance, a HAPPY POP SONG (perhaps "Heaven Tonight by Hole) is heard. As it gets louder, heads turn to see -- A silver, convertible Boxster driving up, Elle at the wheel, MUSIC BLASTING. A large MOVING VAN follows the Boxster. People lean out of their windows, buzzing with interest as -- Elle's car stops in front of the dorm. She hops out, scooping up Underdog and looking every inch the LA-Fred-Segal glamour- queen, as she looks around with a smile. Elle looks at Underdog. ELLE We're here! She bends down to pour some Evian into his inflatable doggy dish, inadvertently revealing cleavage to a passing BESPECTACLED BOY (several yards away). He trips, dropping his I-MAC. It shatters into a million pieces. Not noticing, Elle stands and turns to two MOVING GUYS who are hauling a pink, faux-fur love seat and a potted palm tree out of the truck. ELLE This way, guys! With a beauty queen smile in place, she strides into the dorm as the other students watch in amazement. HANGING OUT OF THE WINDOW ARROGANT AARON, a Mensa geek with attitude, turns to his roommate. ARROGANT AARON Whose knob did she honk to get in here? EXT. LAW SCHOOL QUAD - DAY "Welcome Law Students Class of 2003" banners hang over orientation tables manned by second year law students (2L's) wearing red t-shirts. Club tables with banners that read "Harvard Law Journal" and "Environmental Law Association" are set up nearby. Elle takes a packet from a fuzzy MALE 2L. FUZZY 2L Class schedule, map, book list. ELLE Has Warner Huntington checked in yet? FUZZY 2L (checking) Uh, no. Maybe you should try the Lido deck. She frowns and starts to move on, but then looks through the packet with a frown and turns back. ELLE Wait -- my social events schedule is missing. FUZZY 2L Your what? ELLE You know -- mixers, formals, beach trips. FUZZY 2L (deadpan) There's a pizza welcome lunch in twenty minutes. Does that count? ELLE (wrinkling her nose) I guess it'll have to... The Fuzzy Guy looks at the red-shirted BALD 2L next to him, as Elle walks off. FUZZY 2L What the hell was that? BALD 2L (watching her go) Malibu Barbie lives. EXT. HARVARD LAW SCHOOL - OUTDOOR GARDEN - DAY Elle sits at the outdoor table, ignoring her slice of pizza, as she looks around for Warner. Not finding him, she turns her attention to the Group Leader, a BURNED OUT 2L in a red t-shirt. BURNED OUT 2L Okay. Welcome to law school. This is the part where we go around in a circle and everyone says a little bit about themselves. Let's start with you. He gestures at a guy with glasses, DORKY DAVID. DORKY DAVID I have a Masters in Russian Literature, a Ph.D in Biochemistry, and for the last eighteen months, I've been de-worming orphans in Somalia. BURNED OUT 2L Awesome. How about you, Enid? ENID, a militant feminista, looks up. ENID Ph.D from Berkeley in Women's Studies -- emphasis in the History of Combat. And last year, I led the march for Lesbians Against Drunk Driving. BURNED OUT 2L Killer. He looks at an intense guy in his late twenties, IVAN. INTENSE IVAN I've got an MBA from Wharton, worked on Wall Street for four years, mushed in three ididarods and I've figured out how to crash the stock market in Sri Lanka if any of you want to get together later. BURNED OUT 2L Sweet. What about you? He looks at Elle. She sits up straight. ELLE I'm a Gemini. I have a Bachelors degree from USC, where I was Sigma Chi Sweetheart and president of Delta Gamma, and last year -- I was Homecoming Queen. She smiles, as the group leader nods, waiting. ELLE Oh! (dramatically) Two weeks ago, I saw Cameron Diaz at Fred Segal -- and talked her out of buying a truly heinous angora sweater! Whoever said that orange is the new pink is seriously disturbed. She looks around, pleased. Enid' snickers as the rest of the group stares at Elle, dumbfounded. INT. ELLE'S DORM ROOM - DAY A grey, dingy, cell-block style room -- now crammed with Elle's clothes, the pink fluffy love seat and potted palm, along with an Elliptical Cross-Trainer, pink flamingo party lights and a neon pink margarita glass sculpture. Elle tries to shove a large law textbook into her tiny Prada backpack to no avail. She gives up and tosses the book onto the bed where Underdog leaps away to miss being squished. ELLE Wish me luck, Underdog. It's my first class as a serious law student. She kisses him and looks down at her completely inappropriate skimpy Gucci outfit, which she accents by putting on trendy, wire-rimmed glasses. ELLE (to herself) I totally look the part! INT. LAW SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY Elle heads for a classroom, amidst a crowd of students who eye her like she's an alien. She rounds a corner, seeing -- WARNER, in all his handsome glory, looking over his schedule. She starts toward him, as if pulled by a magnetic force. Arrogant Aaron sees her passing by. ARROGANT AARON (seductively) Hello there... Elle keeps going, not even noticing him. Eyes only for Warner. Arrogant Aaron stomps away, pissed at the perceived blow- off. As Elle gets closer to Warner, she opts for wandering past him, seemingly oblivious to his presence. WARNER (stunned) Elle?! Elle turns, ultra-nonchalant. ELLE Warner?! Oh my God, I completely forgot you were going here! He looks at her, confused. People walk by, staring. WARNER What're you talking about? You're not here to see me? ELLE No, silly. I go here. WARNER (still confused) You go where? ELLE Harvard. Law school. WARNER You got into Harvard Law? ELLE (confused at his confusion) What, like it's that hard? Warner stares at her -- completely discombobulated. She smiles sweetly and makes a show of checking her watch. ELLE Oops! Time for class. Meet me after? On the benches? WARNER Uh -- sure. She sashays off with a confident smile. INT. CIVIL PROCEDURES CLASS - DAY Students file in and take their seats. Elle enters, looking around nervously at the imposing auditorium. Arrogant Aaron, next to her, leans over. ARROGANT AARON If you're looking for the best seat, I hear the front row is the place to be. Elle smiles at him. ELLE Thanks. INT. CIVIL PROCEDURES CLASS - DAY - LATER PROFESSOR ELSPETH STROMWELL, a tough-as-nails Grande Dame in her 50's , addresses the class. Laptops abound -- except for Elle, who has a fuzzy pink notebook and a pen with a pink plastic heart on the end. PROFESSOR STROMWELL A legal education means you will learn to speak in a new language. You will be taught to achieve insight into the world around you, and to sharply question what you know. Everyone soaks this up. Including Elle. PROFESSOR STROMWELL The seat you've picked is yours for the next nine months of your life. Enjoy it. And those of you in the front row, beware... Elle, in the front row, between two UNSHOWERED BRANIACS, looks around, panicked. One of the braniacs passes her the seating chart and she has no choice but to sign her name. In the back, Arrogant Aaron nudges his friend and smiles. PROFESSOR STROMWELL "The law is reason free from passion." Does anyone know who spoke those immortal words? Dorky David raises his hand. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Yes? DORKY DAVID (confidently) Aristotle. Professor Stromwell approaches him the way Cruella de Ville approaches a puppy. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Are you sure? Now he's not. DORKY DAVID Yes? PROFESSOR STROMWELL Would you be willing to stake your life on it? DORKY DAVID I think so... PROFESSOR STROMWELL How about -- She spins around, roughly POKING another student in the head. PROFESSOR STROMWELL -- his life? DORKY DAVID (scared) I don't know. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Well, I recommend knowing before speaking. The law leaves much room for interpretation -- but very little for self-doubt. As she turns away -- PROFESSOR STROMWELL And you were right. It was Aristotle. The class half-laughs in relief. PROFESSOR STROMWELL I assume you've all read pages 1-48 and are now well-versed in subject matter jurisdiction. Elle looks around, surprised, as students open their books. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Who can tell us about Gordon v. Steele? Silence. Stromwell looks down at the seating chart. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Ivan Greenstein? Intense Ivan straightens in his seat. IVAN Gordon sued her doctors for malpractice. PROFESSOR STROMWELL And what did the dispute entail? (looking at her chart) Let's call on someone in the hot zone. Elle Woods? Elle looks up, distressed. ELLE Uh... I wasn't aware that we had an assignment. PROFESSOR STROMWELL (looking at her chart) Sarah Knottingham? SARAH KNOTTINGHAM -- a prim and preppy blue-blood brunette, dressed in pearls and a sweater set -- looks up. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Do you think it's acceptable that Ms. Woods is unprepared? Sarah looks over at Elle. Elle gives her a mortified smile. Sarah turns back to Professor Stromwell. SARAH No, I don't. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Would you support my decision to ask her to leave and return to class only when she is prepared? SARAH Absolutely. Elle can't believe that this girl would betray her. Having no choice, she gathers her purse and goes, completely humiliated. Professor Stromwell returns to the matter at hand. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Now, Ms. Knottingham, did diversity jurisdiction exist in this case? EXT. LAW SCHOOL QUAD - BENCHES - DAY - LATER EMMETT -- a shy and quirkily handsome 28-year-old who could pass for younger -- sits on a bench, going over some papers. He looks up and spots Elle -- sitting across from him -- looking traumatized. EMMETT Are you okay? Elle looks up, snapping out of her stupor. ELLE Do they just -- put you on the spot like that? Like, all the time? EMMETT The professors? Yeah, they tend to do that. Socratic method. ELLE And if you don't know the answer, they just kick you out? He smiles. EMMETT You have Stromwell. ELLE (hopeful) Did she do that to you, too? EMMETT No, but she made me cry once. Not in class -- I waited until I got to my room, but yeah, she can pretty much shrivel your balls -- or you know, your whatevers. ELLE (stricken) Neat. EMMETT Don't worry. It gets better. Who else do you have? Elle looks at her schedule. ELLE Donovan, Royalton and Levinson. EMMETT Speak up in Donovan's class. He likes people with an opinion. Sit in the back for Royalton. He tends to spit when he talks about products liability. Elle makes a face. He smiles. Liking her. EMMETT And make sure you read the footnotes in Levinson's class. That's where all her exam questions come from. ELLE Wow. I'm glad I met you. She smiles at him, grateful. EMMETT Oh, and getting one of Stromwell's daily quotes right is almost as important as acing the mid-term. But you didn't hear it from me. Students trickle out of the building. ELLE Are you a third-year? Warner walks up, behind Emmett, interrupting. WARNER Hey. Elle looks up, pure adoration on her face. ELLE Hi! Emmett rises and walks off. EMMETT Good luck. ELLE (calling after him) Thanks again for your help! Warner remains standing, still somewhat uncomfortable with her presence here. WARNER So -- uh -- how was your first class? ELLE Fine. Except for this horrible girl who made me look bad in front of my Civ Pro professor. But no biggie. You're here now. (perky) How was your summer? She pats the bench beside her. He doesn't move. WARNER (distracted) Good. Good. ELLE Do anything exciting? A female hand snakes around Warner's chest from behind. Warner turns and brings the owner of the hand around to his side, presenting her. WARNER (nervous) Urn, hey, have you met Sarah? Sarah, the horrible girl herself, holds out her hand to Elle, full of contempt. SARAH Hi. Sarah Knottingham. ELLE (to Warner; horrified) You know her? WARNER She's -- Sarah jumps in. SARAH -- I'm his fiancee. Elle stares at her. Sarah tucks a piece of her mousy brown hair behind her ear and there it is -- The Rock. ELLE (in disbelief) I'm sorry, I just hallucinated. WARNER Sarah was my girlfriend at prep school. We got back together over the summer at my grandmother's birthday party. Elle looks stricken. Sarah gives her a smug smile. SARAH Warner told me all about you. You're famous at our Club. She says it in a way that is anything but flattering. In fact, it's completely condescending. SARAH (pointedly) But he didn't tell me you'd be here. WARNER I didn't know -- Elle looks from Warner to Sarah. ELLE Excuse me. She rushes off. Sarah watches her go, a smug grin on her face. SARAH (to Warner) I thought you said she was pretty. EXT. STREET/INT. ELLE'S CONVERTIBLE BOXSTER - DAY Elle drives, wiping the tears from her face. She spots something off to the side and SWERVES her car toward it, a gasp of hope escaping her lips. Her car stops in front of a strip mall salon called "Beauty Oasis". INT. BEAUTY OASIS - DAY A downscale, blue-collar salon, with five hair chairs and two manicure stations. Old ladies and young waitresses get perms. PAULETTE -- early 40s, lower-middle class, hard-edged, plus-sized -- looks up as a defeated Elle sinks into the manicure chair.(The manicure station is plastered with pictures of RUFUS, a big, slobbering pit-bull). PAULETTE Bad day? Elle holds out her hands. Paulette dips them into a dish of soapy water. ELLE You can't even imagine. PAULETTE Spill. Elle lets it all out in a rush. ELLE I worked really hard to get into law school -- I blew off Spring Break and Greek Week to study for the LSATs, I completely neglected my Homecoming Queen duties, I hired a Coppola to direct my admissions video -- all so I could get my boyfriend Warner back and now he's engaged to this awful girl Sarah so it was all for nothing! I wish I'd never even come to Harvard. Paulette dries Elle's hands and begins filing. PAULETTE After you went to all that trouble? ELLE Well, what am I supposed to do? He's engaged! She's got the family six- carat on her bony, unpolished finger. PAULETTE You're asking the wrong girl. I'm with my guy eight years and then one day it's "I met someone else. Move out." ELLE (Horrified) What'd you do? PAULETTE Cried a lot and gained twenty pounds. Dewey kept the trailer and my precious baby Rufus. I got jackcrap. She looks at a picture of the pit-bull. PAULETTE (Re the dog) I didn't even get to go to his birthday party. ELLE No! PAULETTE What could I do? (shrugging) He's a man who followed his pecker to greener pastures. I'm a middle- aged high-school dropout with stretch marks and a fat ass. Happens every day. At least to women like me. ELLE That's terrible! PAULETTE So, what's this Sarah got that you don't? Three tits? ELLE She's from Connecticut. She belongs to his stupid country club. PAULETTE Is she as pretty as you? Elle looks down. ELLE (embarrassed) I'm not pretty -- I'm genetically blessed. Paulette rolls her eyes, shaking her bottle of polish and starting on Elle's right hand. PAULETTE Is she? ELLE She could use some mascara and some serious highlights, but she's not completely unfortunate-looking. UPS GUY (O.S.) Hello, ladies. Paulette looks up to see the UPS GUY, a strapping hunk of a man in his late 30's. She blushes and smooths down her hair, knocking over a bottle of nail polish in the process. Trying to play it off as she signs for the package. UPS GUY See ya later. He goes. Paulette watches him. Elle notices. PAULETTE (hating herself) Could I be anymore goddamn spastic? (Beat) So you're sure, this Warner guy is "the one"? ELLE Definitely! I love him! Paulette looks at her. PAULETTE If a girl like you can't hold on to her man -- then there sure as hell isn't any hope for the rest of us. What're you waiting for? Steal the bastard back. INT. DORMITORY - WARNER'S ROOM - DAY Elle knocks on Warner's door, bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. ELLE Warner? When she gets no answer, she write a message on his memo board -- CLOSE ON - "Call me! Love, You Know Who". She leaves the wine bottle and two glasses and goes. EXT. HARVARD LAW CAMPUS - DAY Elle is in her push-up bikini, reclining in her beach chair, pink frozen margarita in one hand, Underdog in the other, law book in her lap, pretending to study. We PULL BACK to reveal that she's sitting on the sidelines of a touch-football game that Warner is playing with a group of other 1-L's. Warner scores easily because the other male eyes are all on Elle. He shakes his head and smiles. INT. CRIMINAL LAW CLASS - DAY Elle sits, glaring at Sarah, who keeps waving her "The Rock" in Elle's direction, as she plays footsie with Warner. PROFESSOR DONOVAN -- 40s, a big fan of himself, salt and pepper hair, no time for bullshit -- stands before the class. PROFESSOR DONOVAN I should warn you that in addition to competing against each other for the top grade in this class, you'll also be competing for one of my firm's highly coveted four internship spots next year where you will get to assist on actual cases. Let the bloodbath begin. Now, let's commence with our usual torture -- He looks around. PROFESSOR DONOVAN Ms. Woods -- Sarah and her bitchy, clone-like friend CLAIRE exchange knowing glances. SARAH This should be amusing. PROFESSOR DONOVAN Would you rather have a client who committed a crime malum in se or malum prohibitum? ELLE Neither. PROFESSOR DONOVAN Why not? ELLE I'd rather have a client who's innocent. Elle smiles, proud of her answer. The class snickers. Warner frowns. PROFESSOR DONOVAN Dare to dream, Ms. Woods. Ms. Knottingham? Which would you prefer? SARAH Malum prohibitum. Because the client would've committed a regulatory infraction as opposed to a dangerous crime. Elle raises her hand. PROFESSOR DONOVAN Yes? Ms. Woods? ELLE I changed my mind. I'd pick the dangerous one. She looks pointedly at Sarah. ELLE I'm not afraid of a challenge. Sarah glares back at her. Warner looks between the two of them, worried. INT. STUDY LOUNGE - DAY The Harvard Public Interest Law Association meeting is underway. Warner listens intently, A few seats away, Elle appears to be taking notes. CLOSE ON — her "notes" -- "I'm free for dinner tonight. Meet me at The Cask & Flagon at 8." She folds the note and sticks it in Underdog's mouth, then points him toward Warner. Humiliated but dutiful, Underdog bounds off. CLOSE ON - Underdog, as he carries forth his mission, arriving at Warner's feet. UNDERDOG'S POV - Warner discreetly takes the note from him, then looks over at Elle, who feigns interest in the meeting. INT. CASK & FLAGON RESTAURANT - NIGHT Elle waits for Warner, alone at a table. Checking her watch to see it's 8:45, she tries not to be sad. INT. HARVARD LAW LIBRARY - DAY Warner and his study group, Sarah and Claire included, sit at a table, going over their outlines. Elle walks up to the table, holding a basket of muffins, bright smile on her face. ELLE I'm here to join your study group. And look! I brought sustenance! She holds up the muffins as the others look up, frowns all around. WARNER (nervously looking at Sarah) Elle, what're you doing here? Elle pulls up a chair from another table and holds up a muffin. ELLE Who's first? She sits down next to Warner. SARAH Our group is full. ELLE Oh, God, was this like an RSVP thing? CLAIRE No, it's like a smart people thing. And like Sarah said, we're full. WARNER Come on, we can make room for one more. Sarah looks at Warner with evil eyes. SARAH We've already assigned the outlines, and everyone has started theirs. CLAIRE (to Warner) Besides, you wouldn't let the fat guy join. WARNER He tried to watch me take a shower! Sarah looks at Elle. SARAH The answer is no. Warner looks at her, feeling guilty. He shrugs an "I'm sorry", but Elle's perkiness has gone. She gathers up her muffins and stands, clutching the basket to her chest as she goes. ELLE Then I guess I'll leave you alone. She walks away, completely deflated, passing by the RAGING FEMINIST STUDY GROUP. Enid calls out. ENID Maybe there's a sorority you could join instead. Elle stops and looks at her. ELLE (to Enid) You know, if you'd come to a Rush party, I would've at least been nice to you. ENID Before you voted against me and called me a dyke behind my back? ELLE I don't use that word. Only mean people use that word. You must've heard it from Sarah. She looks back at Warner's table and walks off. As she does, she's nearly mowed down by a gaggle of NERDS led by DORKY DAVID, who knock the muffins out of her hands. She stands there, even more depressed. INT. ELLE'S DORM ROOM - DAY - LATER Elle sinks down onto her bed, deflated. She picks up the phone and dials. INT. BRIDAL SHOP - DAY Serena, with a new hairdo, and Margot are surrounded by wedding dresses. Margot talks on her cell phone. We INTERCUT. MARGOT (to Serena) It's Elle! (into phone) Guess what I'm doing right this second? ELLE Power yoga? MARGOT Picking out my wedding dress! ELLE What?! MARGOT Josh proposed! ELLE (startled) No way -- Serena grabs the phone. SERENA (into phone) So, you have The Rock yet? Elle lies. ELLE Almost. SERENA Well, hurry up so you can come home! We miss you! ELLE I miss you guys! The people here are so vile! Hardly anyone even talks to me unless it's to say something that's not nice. Law school sucks! SERENA Oh, my God! I completely forgot to tell you! ELLE What? SERENA I got bangs! ELLE (hurt and annoyed) Really -- Margot grabs the phone back. MARGOT (into phone) Keep June first open -- you're one of my bridesmaids. And give Warner our love. ELLE I will... Margot hangs up and Elle follows suit. Even more deflated. INT. ELLE'S DORM - HALLWAY - DAY - SAME TIME Sarah and Claire walk past Elle's room, the door of which is ajar. SARAH It's not just any Halloween party. It's a "Come as Your Favorite Defendant" party. CLAIRE That's genius. Elle pops her head out of the room. ELLE (excited) No way! Someone at this school is actually having a party? Sarah and Claire turn around. Elle's face falls when she sees that it's them. SARAH No. CLAIRE You must've heard us wrong. SARAH Sorry. Looks like you'll be staying home tonight. Alone. They continue on as Elle goes back into her room, snubbed. INT. ELLE'S DORM ROOM - CONTINUOUS Elle shuts the door behind her and looks at Underdog. ELLE I can't believe this. Not only do I not have Warner, but I'm unpopular! The realization hits her hard. Underdog barks. She looks at him. ELLE But I wasn't invited. He barks again. ELLE You really think I should? EXT. OFF-CAMPUS HOUSE - PORCH - NIGHT Two feet in high heels and fishnet hose stride purposefully up the sidewalk. A perfect butt wearing a bunny tail wiggles up the steps. INT. OFF-CAMPUS HOUSE - NIGHT A party filled with people who are no fun to party with. NAMETAGS denote which famous defendant everyone is dressed as. Menenedez's, Tonya Harding's, and Buttafuco's pepper the room. Elle, decked out in a Playboy Bunny costume -- looking sexy as hell -- strides in. People roll their eyes and ignore her. Elle continues on. NEARBY -- Enid, dressed as Lizzie Borden, axe in hand is in the midst of a tirade against some guy dressed like William Kennedy Smith. ENID The English language is all about subliminal domination. Take the word "semester". It's a perfect example of this school's discriminatory preference of semen to ovaries. That's why I'm petitioning to have next term be referred to as Winter Ovester. The guy backs up in fright. As Elle passes, Enid looks over. ENID Hey, Elle -- I've been meaning to ask you (re her boobs) -- are those real? Elle snorts. ELLE Enid, please -- silicone is so 90's. She keeps walking. INT. INTO THE LIVING ROOM - AT THE BAR - CONTINUOUS Sarah -- dressed as Hester Prynne -- and Claire -- as Joan of Arc -- sip wine. ELLE (sarcastic) Thanks for inviting me, girls. This party is super fun. They roll their eyes, checking out her Bunny costume. SARAH You're supposed to be dressed as a famous defendant. Elle smiles at Sarah. ELLE I am. Didn't you hear about the Playboy Bunny who slit her ex- boyfriend's new fiancee's throat with a broken wine glass? It was tragic. She grabs a glass of wine and moves on. EXT. OFF-CAMPUS HOUSE - BACK PORCH - NIGHT Elle walks onto the back porch and finds Warner -- dressed as O.J. in a USC football uniform, number 32, with a ball and chain on his foot. ELLE Hey, O.J. Warner turns. He looks around for Sarah. Not seeing her, he smiles at Elle, admiring her costume. WARNER Wow. You're a walking felony. ELLE Thank you. Having fun? WARNER (checking her out) Now I am. ELLE (flirty) I feel like we've barely spent any time together since we got here. WARNER That's because I spend all my time with case studies and hypos. ELLE Tell me about it. I can't imagine doing all this and Donovan's internship next year. WARNER (scoffing) Elle, c'mon, there's no way you'll get the grades to qualify for one of those spots. You're not smart enough. She can't believe he's saying this. He realizes he's gone too far, and back-pedals. WARNER I didn't mean -- ELLE (cutting him off) Am I on glue, or did I not get into the same law school you did, Warner? WARNER (covering) Well, yeah, but -- ELLE But what? We took the same LSAT, we take the same classes -- WARNER I just don't want to see you get your hopes up. You know how you get. She stares at him. Realizing the awful truth. ELLE I'll never be good enough for you, will I? When he doesn't answer, she walks back into the house. INT. OFF-CAMPUS HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT - SAME TIME A group of tipsy 1Ls stand around. One of them holds a salad bowl filled with cash. ENID I give her two more weeks. She throws a twenty into the bowl. DORKY DAVID Two and a half? He throws in his twenty as well. SARAH If she spreads her legs, maybe -- ARROGANT AARON (adjusting his crotch) Only if I'm feeling generous. ELLE (O.S.) What is this? They turn around to find Elle standing there. CLAIRE We're betting on how much longer you're going to last. ELLE (stung) What? SARAH Look around, Elle. Do you actually think you belong here? They all stare at her. ELLE (hurt) Why wouldn't I? ENID Because the rest of us provide some worthwhile value to society? ARROGANT AARON Hold on, now -- every society needs a bimbo. Who are we supposed to sleep with after we get rich? Elle looks like she's been slapped. The others laugh at Aaron's esteemed wit. ELLE You know what? All of you can just kiss my ass. She yanks off her Bunny tail and throws it at them. Hurt and anger in her eyes. Then walks out of the room. ELLE (to herself) You're about to see just how valuable Elle Woods can be. She stomps out of the house. A GIRL-POWER SONG STARTS TO PLAY AS A MONTAGE BEGINS: INT. HARVARD BOOKSTORE - NIGHT A hot pink laptop is yanked off the shelf. CUT TO: Elle, still in her Bunny suit, minus the tail, stands in line, paying for the laptop. People gape at her, but she's oblivious in her resolve. EMMETT walks up behind her in line. He clears his throat, trying not to look at her costume. Elle turns, seeing him. ELLE Don't ask. EMMETT I wasn't gonna -- She marches off. Laptop in hand. INT. ELLE'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT A pony-tailed Elle types a brief, coffee next to her. Underdog sleeps nearby, belly-up. Legs twitching in a nightmare. Typing furiously, Elle breaks a nail, then struggles to forge on, despite her instinct to stop and repair it. INT. LAW LIBRARY - DAY Elle -- arms full of books -- walks past the Warner/Sarah study group. Sarah and Claire scowl at her, but Elle passes with her head held high. INT. STUDY LOUNGE - DAY Enid is surrounded by study materials and notecards. When she gets up to use the ladies' room, Elle casually walks over and slips a notecard into the middle of Enid's stack. Then quickly walks on. INT. BEAUTY OASIS - DAY Paulette quizzes Elle from a law textbook as her nails dry. As she waits for Elle's answer, Paulette showers Underdog with kisses, showing him pictures of Rufus. INT. CRIMINAL LAW CLASS - DAY Donovan is in the midst of a lecture. He points at Elle. PROFESSOR DONOVAN And the purpose of "diminished capacity" is? She swallows nervously, then speaks. ELLE To negate mens rea? Donovan nods affirmatively and continues. Elle hides a smile. INT. LAW LIBRARY - NIGHT Elle reaches for a book on a high shelf, but she's not tall enough. She tries a running start and leaps for it. Still missing it. FROM THE LEFT, she runs and leaps again, missing again. FROM THE RIGHT, she runs and leaps again, missing again. Dorky David walks up and sets down a step-stool at her: feet. Now winded, she smiles her thanks, stepping up to retrieve her book. INT. STUDY LOUNGE - DAY Enid flips through her notecards, memorizing, when she comes upon a picture of a NAKED MAN. Oh, the horror. She throws it down in disgust as if her eyes have been burned. Looking around, Enid sees Elle smiling and waving at her from across the room. INT. LAW LIBRARY - DAY Elle walks past Arrogant Aaron, as he sleeps at his study cubicle, head back on the chair. She stops, backs up, and waves her hand over his face. When he doesn't stir, she takes a magic marker out of her knapsack and leans over to write something on his forehead. INT. ELLE'S DORM ROOM - DAY Elle works out on her Elliptical Crosstrainer as she listens to a lecture tape and watches Court TV on mute. LECTURER (V.O.) "A failure to act can constitute the actus reus for accomplice liability if the defendant has the legal duty to intervene, but fails to do so." INT. LAW LIBRARY - DAY Arrogant Aaron wakes up with a start, checks his watch, and rushes off to class. Oblivious to his facial graffiti, which we can't yet read. INT. CIVIL PROCEDURES CLASS - DAY Professor Stromwell is in front of the class. PROFESSOR STROMWELL So you've filed a claim. Now what? She looks over to see Elle sitting there, typing on her laptop. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Ms. Woods? ELLE Don't you also need to have evidence? PROFESSOR STROMWELL Meaning? Everyone now stares at Elle. 'ELLE Meaning you need -- reasonable belief that your claim would have, like, evidentiary support? Stromwell is somewhat impressed, but doesn't show it. PROFESSOR STROMWELL And what kind of evidentiary support does this case require? Let's ask Mr. Harriman, who clearly believes that I might be hungry. She looks up at Arrogant Aaron in the back row. Who unknowingly has "Eat Me" written on his forehead. He looks back at her, confused, as the students around him snicker. EXT. BEAUTY OASIS - NIGHT A "Closed" sign is on the door. THROUGH THE WINDOW, we see Elle and Paulette sitting in the empty salon, laughing and clinking cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon as they toast Elle's small victory. We PULL BACK, leaving them laughing, as the MONTAGE ENDS. INT. CRIMINAL LAW CLASS - DAY "THE STATE V. LATIMER" is written on the board. A ponytailed, less made-up Elle takes notes on her lap-top, as Warner makes an argument. WARNER According to Swinney v. Neubert, Swinney, who was also a private sperm donor, was allowed visitation rights as long as he came to terms with the hours set forth by the parents. So, if we're sticking to past precedent, Mr. Latimer wasn't stalking -- he was clearly within his rights to ask for visitation. PROFESSOR DONOVAN But Swinney was a one-time sperm donor, and in our case, the defendant was a habitual sperm donor, who also happens to be harassing the parents in his quest for visitation. WARNER But, without this man's sperm -- the child in question would not exist. He grins and looks around as the class murmurs their agreement. PROFESSOR DONOVAN Now you're thinking like a lawyer. EMMETT enters from the back, holding a file. He stands there quietly, watching. Elle tentatively raises her hand. PROFESSOR DONOVAN Ms. Woods? Sarah looks at Claire. SARAH (sotto) The idiot speaks. ELLE Although Mr. Huntington makes an excellent point, I have to wonder if the defendant kept a thorough record of each sperm emission made throughout his life? The class titters. Elle grows annoyed. PROFESSOR DONOVAN (bemused) Why do you ask? Elle's hesitancy is replaced by conviction. ELLE Well, unless the defendant attempted to contact every single one-night- stand to determine if a child resulted in those unions -- then he has no parental claim whatsoever over this child. Why this sperm? Why now? Emmett's mouth twitches into a smile. ELLE For that matter, all masturbatory emissions where his sperm was clearly not seeking an egg could be termed reckless abandonment. Warner's mouth hangs open. As does Sarah's and the rest of the class. Donovan smiles. PROFESSOR DONOVAN I believe you've just won your case. Elle grins. INT. DONOVAN'S CLASS - LATER As the students file out, Elle passes Donovan. PROFESSOR DONOVAN You did well today. She stops. ELLE I did? PROFESSOR DONOVAN You're applying for my internship, aren't you? ELLE I don't know -- PROFESSOR DONOVAN You should. Do you have a resume? ELLE (excited) I do. She pulls a resume out of her briefcase and hands it to him. He looks at it. PROFESSOR DONOVAN It's pink. ELLE And engraved... Gives it that extra little something, doesn't it? (smiling) See you tomorrow! She walks on. Emmett walks up, handing the file to Donovan. EMMETT I brought you the Windham notes. PROFESSOR DONOVAN (watching Elle go) You think she just woke up one morning and said, "I think I'll go to law school today!"? Emmett looks after Elle, bemused. EMMETT Aside from that lapse in judgement -- she's got potential. INT. ELLE'S CAR - DAY Elle drives. Paulette is shotgun. PAULETTE You showed up Warner in class? You're supposed to be showing up Sarah. ELLE I couldn't help it! It was the most fun I've had since I've been in law school. Not only was I good enough for Warner -- I was better than him. He has to see serious I am now. Even Donovan was impressed, and he's a total hard-ass. Elle stops the car and turns off the ignition. ELLE You ready? PAULETTE No. ELLE Yes, you are. Go -- you can do this. She points ahead of them. Paulette goes. EXT. DEWEY'S TRAILER - DAY The door opens. DEWEY (40s) and his beer gut emerge. Paulette is on the porch. Trying to exude confidence, but failing. DEWEY (To Paulette) What the hell do you want? We're eating dinner. PAULETTE I just -- DEWEY You just thought you'd come over and show me what I'm definitely not missing? INT. ELLE'S CAR - DAY - SAME TIME She watches, frowning. EXT. DEWEY 'S TRAILER - DAY - CONTINUOUS Dewey's really having fun now. DEWEY What the hell happened to you? You get a job at a donut shop? PAULETTE That's not what -- DEWEY How many times you gonna show up here, beggin' me to take you back? Paulette reddens -- flustered and humiliated. Elle appears next to her. ELLE Dewey Newcomb? DEWEY Who's askin'? ELLE I'm Elle Woods. Ms. Bonafante's attorney. Paulette looks at Elle in surprise, Elle keeps going. ELLE Under state law, you and Ms. Bonafante had a common law marriage which entitles her to the benefits of property law and an equitable division of assets. Paulette watches Elle, mouth hanging open. DEWEY (Confused) Come again? ELLE Due to the fact that you retained the residence, Ms. Bonafante is entitled to full ownership of the canine property in question and we will be enforcing said ownership immediately. DEWEY Huh? ELLE Tell him, Paulette. A still-stunned Paulette looks at Elle, then turns to Dewey, fire in her ass. PAULETTE I'm taking the dog dumbass. (calling into the trailer) C'mere, baby, Mommy's here! Rufus bounds out, licking and kissing Paulette. The love evident. INT./EXT. ELLE'S CAR - A MOMENT LATER Elle, Paulette and Rufus get in. ELLE We did it! Elle high-fives her. PAULETTE God, that felt great! ELLE Look at him. He's still scratching his head. PAULETTE Which must be a nice vacation for his balls... She turns to Rufus, hugging him. PAULETTE And now Mommy's got somebody to eat dinner with again. You don't care what Mommy's butt looks like, do you? Elle looks over at Paulette, heart going out to her. INT. CIVIL PROCEDURES CLASS - DAY Elle turns on her Powerbook as Professor Stromwell faces the class with her morning quote. PROFESSOR STROMWELL "An image and a good hook can get you into a room -- but something has to keep you in that room." She looks around as hands are raised. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Mr. Greenstein? INTENSE IVAN Judge Sandra Day O'Connor? PROFESSOR STROMWELL Close... Intense Ivan's face falls. She looks around, seeing Elle raising her hand. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Ms. Woods? ELLE Madonna? The class rolls their eyes and laughs, watching Stromwell. PROFESSOR STROMWELL Damn. Thought I'd get everyone on that one. The class can't believe Elle is right. EXT. CRIMINAL LAW CLASS - HALLWAY - DAY A THRONG of buzzing students is gathered around the bulletin board. Elle walks up. ELLE What's going on? DORKY DAVID Donovan's firm is defending a major murder case and his caseload is so heavy he's taking on first year interns. ELLE He chose them already? Sarah, at the front of the throng, gasps, then turns to Warner. SARAH We got it! He grins and she kisses him on the cheek. Elle, shoved to the back, tries to get closer, when she hears -- ENID The competition must not have been that stiff. Arrogant Aaron pushes his way to the board. ARROGANT AARON Why? Enid got a spot? ENID Hey! Watch your hands, Mr. Grabass. ARROGANT AARON (ignoring her) That only leaves one for -- Elle, now next to him, gets a look at the board. ELLE (shocked) Me?! Everyone REACTS. She turns and faces the throng. They stare back at her in shock. Dignified, she walks through them as they PART for her, stopping in front of Warner and Sarah. ELLE (to Warner) Remember the time after Winter Formal? When we spent four incredible hours in the hot tub...? Sarah looks away. ELLE This is way better than that. (pushing Sarah aside) Excuse me. I have some shopping to do. As she goes, surprised CHATTER overtakes the hallway. INT. SAK'S - WOMENS' DEPT. - DAY Elle scans the racks of conservative clothes. She holds up a cashmere twinset and wrinkles her nose, but throws it over her arm anyway. INT. NORDSTROM'S - HANDBAGS - DAY - LATER Elle admires a trendy handbag, but then promptly sets it down and picks up a practical leather briefcase. INT. AUSTEN, PLATT, JARET & DONOVAN - LOBBY - DAY The elevator door opens and Warner and Elle emerge. Elle is sporting her new, boring "lawyer" clothes. Warner is baffled and impressed by her transformation. WARNER You look -- nice. ELLE Thank you. She gives him an aloof smile and walks off. Warner watches her go. Sarah stands in the lobby. None too happy to witness this. INT. AUSTEN, PLATT, JARET & DONOVAN - DAY - MOMENTS LATER Donovan strides through the office, his four interns behind him. He points as he walks. DONOVAN There's your office, there's the bathroom, there's the coffee machine. There's Gerard, Dick and Bobby. GERARD, smarmy and trim, DICK, short and bald, and BOBBY, black and bespectacled, wave as the interns pass by. DONOVAN They're the other associates on the case. Ask them all your stupid questions, save the smart ones for me. INT. AUSTEN, JARET, PLATT AND DONOVAN - CONFERENCE ROOM Professor Donovan opens his briefcase as Elle, Sarah, Enid and Warner hang on his every word. PROFESSOR DONOVAN We're defending Brooke Windham, whose very wealthy husband was found shot to death in their Beacon Hill mansion. SARAH Gold digger? PROFESSOR DONOVAN You'd think so, since the stiff was sixty, but she was rich on her own. Some kind of fitness empire. You can buy her exercise tapes on infomercials. Elle frowns. ELLE Wait a minute -- are we talking about Brooke Daniels? Donovan checks his papers. PROFESSOR DONOVAN Maiden name -- Daniels. (looking up) You know her? ELLE She was a Delta Gamma! Not in my pledge class or anything -- she graduated five years ahead of me. But I used to take her class at the LA Sports Club. She's amazing! The others looks at each other and roll their eyes. PROFESSOR DONOVAN Amazing how? ELLE She could make you drop three pounds in one class. She's completely gifted! PROFESSOR DONOVAN Well, in all likelihood, she's completely guilty as well. She was seen standing over her husband's dead body. WARNER By who? SARAH (correcting him) Whom? PROFESSOR DONOVAN His twenty-seven year old daughter and the pool boy. ELLE Maybe she found him like that. PROFESSOR DONOVAN That's the story she'll be telling the jury. We just have to prove it. Emmett walks in and sits. EMMETT Sorry I'm late. Elle looks at him, confused. PROFESSOR DONOVAN This is Emmett Kerrigan, another associate. Top three in his class and former editor of Harvard Law Review. You've probably seen him lurking around campus doing my research. EMMETT Or napping on the quad. Elle smiles at him. He smiles back. Almost shy. WARNER (to Donovan) What about the murder weapon? PROFESSOR DONOVAN The gun is missing. The coroner said he'd been dead thirty minutes dead when the cops arrived -- giving Brooke plenty of time to stash it. ELLE There's no way Brooke could've done this -- Exercise gives you endorphins, endorphins make you happy -- happy people don't kill their husbands! Sarah and Enid snort. PROFESSOR DONOVAN You don't really believe she's innocent? ELLE Of course, I do! Emmett looks at her. EMMETT Then we may actually have a case. He looks over at Donovan, who's not so sure. EXT. BOSTON JAIL - DAY Grey and imposing. INT. BOSTON JAIL - DAY Donovan sits at a long table, next to BROOKE, a pretty 26- year-old blonde with a perfect body and a sad face. The interns and associates sit at the far end of the table taking notes. A cop stands guard at the door. DONOVAN What alibi? BROOKE I can't tell you. DONOVAN You understand you're on trial for murder? BROOKE I didn't do it! I walked in, saw my husband lying on the floor, bent down to check his heart, screamed my head off and Chutney and Enrique ran inside. DONOVAN Where they saw you standing over the body covered in his blood. She glares at him. BROOKE Why would I kill my husband? DONOVAN Insurance? A love affair? Pure unadulterated hatred? Believe me, the DA will come up with plenty of reasons. BROOKE I loved him! DONOVAN He was thirty-four years older than you. That doesn't sound so good to a jury. Now she's pissed. BROOKE Then show them a picture of his cock. They might put a few things together. Everyone stiffens except for Elle, who laughs out loud. DONOVAN Brooke, I believe you. But a jury is gonna want an alibi. BROOKE I can't give you that. And if you put me on the stand, I'll lie. Donovan takes a moment to look at her like she's an idiot. DONOVAN Were you with another man? BROOKE Go to hell. DONOVAN I'll take that as a no. BROOKE Are we done for today? DONOVAN I believe we are. He stands. As do his minions. As they file out, Brooke sees Elle. BROOKE Hey -- I know you. Elle perks up. ELLE I'm a Delta Gamma and I'm a huge fan of yours! BROOKE You took my class in LA. You had the best high kick I've ever seen. Are you one of my lawyers? ELLE Sort of. Brooke looks at Elle as if she's her savior. BROOKE Well, thank God one of you has a brain. INT. BEAUTY OASIS - DAY Rufus sleeps happily on the floor. Elle sits in front of Paulette, nails in the soapy water. ELLE I feel so bad for her. I mean, she's in jail! And she's innocent. But I'm the only one who believes her. Donovan totally thinks she's guilty. PAULETTE That's because men are big, fat retards who don't -- Oh, my God... ON THE DOOR The UPS GUY stands in the doorway with a package, sun streaming in around him. UPS GUY Afternoon, ladies. ON ELLE AND PAULETTE PAULETTE It's him! Paulette smooths down her hair. ELLE It's who? She turns to look as we go to -- BUTT-CAM -- CLOSE ON the crisp brown shorts of a regulation UPS uniform, as they stretch across the taut, muscular buttocks of UPS GUY, as he strides through the shop. When the butt stops moving, we WIDEN to reveal the UPS Guy now standing in front of Elle and Paulette. UPS GUY I've got a package. Elle turns to Paulette, eyes wide. ELLE (agreeing) He's got a package. Paulette is frozen. Blushing and nervous. UPS GUY How ya doin' today? PAULETTE Fine? He waits for her to sign. She remains frozen. Elle takes the pen and signs for her, trying to help. UPS Guy smiles kindly at Paulette and heads out. UPS GUY Take it easy. Paulette watches him go, hand over her heart. Elle looks at her, concerned. ELLE So, this is the only interaction you two have ever had? PAULETTE No. Sometimes I say "Okay" instead of "Fine". ELLE Have you ever considered asking him if he'd like a cold beverage? Or perhaps a neck massage? PAULETTE What's the point? (matter of factly) Look at me. ELLE I am. And I'm looking at a beautiful, fabulous, sexy woman. Paulette snorts. PAULETTE Good one. ELLE Trust me. You've got the equipment, you just need to read the manual. Elle stands. ELLE I'm going to show you a little maneuver my mother taught me when I was in junior high. In my experience, it has a 98% success rate in getting a man's attention and when used appropriately -- an 83% rate of return on a dinner invitation. The HAIRSTYLISTS and CLIENTS listen, intrigued. ELLE It's called the "Bend & Snap". (acting) "Oh, look! There's something on the floor that I need to pick up!" Bend... She slowly BENDS down, as if to pick up something, sticking out her tush, knee cocked. She slides her hand down her cocked leg until her hand touches the floor and she SNAPS back up, boobs a'bouncing. ELLE And snap! Now you try. Paulette stands up repeating the maneuver. PAULETTE Bend... and snap! It's a spastic version of what Elle just did. ELLE Good. Now this time, put a little arch in your back and maybe get your footing more solid. Paulette does it again. This time, getting it right. ELLE Perfect! A HAIR CLIENT walks over, head full of curlers. HAIR CLIENT Like this? She tries. ELLE Good. She adjusts her like a yoga instructor would. ELLE But cock that knee. ANOTHER CLIENT calls over. ANOTHER CLIENT Am I doing it right? Elle walks over to her. ELLE More snap, less bend. She turns to the rest of the clients. ELLE C'mon -- everyone try! Clients hop up out of their chairs as someone reaches over and cranks the transistor radio, blaring "BRICK HOUSE" by the Commodores. All the clients and technicians, no matter what their age, or how many foils are in there hair, are up and doing the "Bend & Snap", repeating the mantra as they do. Elle walks around them, continuing to adjust them. ELLE Now everyone together. They all bend in unison -- going down on "Brick" -- EVERYONE Bend -- And snapping back up -- on "House" EVERYONE And snap ! The frivolity continues as the roomful of ladies perfect the maneuver. MAURICE, a male hair-dresser, comes out of the back room, mixing a bowl of bleach as he walks. He stops when he spots the activity. MAURICE Oh, my God! The Bend & Snap! (to an old lady) Works every time... INT. AUSTEN, PLATT, JARET & DONOVAN-CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY CHUTNEY, 27, curly-haired and bitter, sits in front of Donovan, the FEMALE DA, the associates, the interns and a court reporter, as she's interviewed. CHUTNEY I got out of the shower, walked downstairs, saw her standing over my father, and called the police. DONOVAN Did she have a weapon in her hand? CHUTNEY No. DONOVAN Was there any reason for you to believe she had discarded a weapon? CHUTNEY Uh, yeah, because the bitch shot him. DONOVAN Was there any evidence that Mrs. Windham shot him? CHUTNEY (duh) His dead body with a bullet in it. INT. AUSTEN, PLATT, JARET & DONOVAN-CONFERENCE ROOM-LATER ENRIQUE, 25, Latino and hunky as hell, sits in the seat that Chutney has vacated. DONOVAN What did you see when you entered the house? ENRIQUE I saw Mrs. Windham standing over the body of Mr. Windham. DONOVAN Was she carrying a weapon? ENRIQUE No, she was crying her eyes out. Donovan smiles. DONOVAN So she was distraught that her husband was dead? ENRIQUE Oh, yes. Mrs. Windham is the most sweet, wonderful woman I know. I have loved her since the day she hired me. She could never do something this awful. I know this because we are very close. The others shift uncomfortably, then look at each other. Then, back at Enrique and his shiny, unbuttoned-to-show-his- pecs shirt. The DA smiles. INT. STEAKHOUSE - NIGHT Donovan, the interns, and associates sit at a large table. GERARD She's screwing the pool boy. Elle gasps and makes a face. ELLE There is no way a Delta Gamma would sleep with a man in a shiny shirt. Warner, back me up here. Warner shrugs, embarrassed. Sarah looks at Donovan. SARAH I hate to agree but I don't see the two of them actually -- (wrinkling her nose) -- doing it. ENID Women like that will screw anything. ELLE So, because she's beautiful and has a good body, she's easy? What book of feminist theory did you read that in, Enid? Emmett jumps in before war breaks out. EMMETT Okay, if Brooke didn't kill the guy, who did? ELLE My money's on the angry daughter or the ex-wife. DONOVAN Chutney has a trust fund. She didn't need the insurance payoff or the inheritance. BOBBY What about her mother? DONOVAN Covered. She was in Aspen at the time. Ten people saw her downing cosmopolitans at the Caribou Club. ELLE All I know is -- it's not Brooke. DONOVAN That's touching, Elle, but we need an alibi. Elle thinks about this. INT. BOSTON JAIL - LOBBY - DAY A nervous Elle stands in front of the burly CHECK-IN GUARD. She holds a basket of goodies. ELLE I'm here to see Brooke Windham. GUARD Licensed attorney or family member? ELLE Uh -- family. GUARD Relation? ELLE I'm her sister. GUARD Name? ELLE Delta. Gamma. He makes a note and buzzes her in. INT. BOSTON JAIL - DAY Elle sits at a conference table with her basket. A door opens and a female guard brings Brooke into the room. Wearing a horribly tacky orange jumpsuit. ELLE Are you okay? You look so sad... and so orange. BROOKE I'm glad it's you and not Donovan. ELLE He means well. He's really brilliant and all. Brooke sits, not looking convinced. BROOKE He better be, for what I'm paying him. Elle pushes her basket forward. ELLE I brought you some necessities. Pink sheets. Aromatherapy candles. Loofah. And The Bible. She holds up a "Cosmopolitan". BROOKE You're an angel. Elle squirms in her seat. ELLE But I have to tell you the real reason I'm here. Professor Donovan says we really, really need your alibi. Brooke tears up. BROOKE Elle, I can't. You don't understand. ELLE Who could better understand than me? Brooke dabs her eyes with a corner of the pink Ralph Lauren sheets. BROOKE It's so shameful... ELLE Whatever it is -- it could save you. BROOKE That's just it -- it would ruin me! ELLE How? Brooke composes herself. Takes a deep breath. Looks at Elle. BROOKE I have made my fortune on my ability to teach women how to perfect their bodies with the Brooke's Butt Buster workout. ELLE I know! You helped me go from a six to a four! Brooke starts to cry again. BROOKE On the day of Heyworth's murder, I was -- She snorts back a sob. BROOKE -- getting liposuction. Elle gasps. ELLE No! BROOKE (completely shamed) I'm a fraud! But it's not like normal people can have this ass! If my fans knew, I'd lose everything. I've already lost my husband. I rather be in jail then lose my reputation! Elle hugs her to her chest, consoling her. ELLE Your secret is safe with me. INT. AUSTEN, PLATT, JARET & DONOVAN - LIBRARY - DAY The associates and interns sit at a table piled high with research, as Donovan goes over his notes. DONOVAN We've got two interviews tomorrow that Dick and Bobby are gonna handle, and the ex-wife in an hour. He looks up. DONOVAN Sarah, can you grab me some coffee? Sarah rises, and fetches the coffee from the side table. DONOVAN And according to this communique from the prison, our client apparently had a visit from her sister? A Miss Delta Gamma -- He looks at Elle. DONOVAN Anyone you know? Elle looks up, caught. The others looks at her. ELLE I went to get her alibi. Emmett looks over, surprised. DONOVAN Did you get it? ELLE Yes. But I can't tell you what it is. The others can't believe this. DONOVAN Why the hell not? ELLE I promised her I'd keep it secret. I can't break the bonds of sisterhood! Now he's pissed. DONOVAN Fuck sisterhood. This is a murder trial, not some scandal at the sorority house. I want the alibi. Sarah sets Donovan's coffee down. Watching to see what Elle will do. ELLE I can't give it to you. All I can tell you is that she's innocent. An ASSISTANT pokes her head in the room. ASSISTANT Mr. Donovan? Mrs. Windham Vandermark is on line two. Donovan rises, still annoyed. DONOVAN Someone reason with her while I take this. He walks out. The others look at Elle. BOBBY Are you crazy? Tell him the alibi. ELLE No! DICK We're gonna lose the case if you don't. ELLE Then we're not very good lawyers. Emmett hides a smile. Warner leans over to Elle. Sarah is nearby, listening. WARNER (quietly) If you tell him, you'll probably make summer associate. Who cares about Brooke? Think about yourself. ELLE I gave her my word, Warner. Sarah watches -- seeing both Warner and Elle in a different light. Donovan storms back in. DONOVAN The ex-wife seems to be unconcerned with the fact that her interview is today. She's at a spa in the Berkshires. GERARD A spa? (to Elle) Isn't that like, your Mother-Ship? Elle shrugs and looks at Donovan. ELLE I can go if you want. ENID Why you? GERARD (to Enid) Have you ever been to a spa? ENID And subscribe to the doctrine of self-hatred imposed upon my gender by male delusions of the way women are supposed to look? (beat) Twice. Donovan motions toward Elle. Then looks at Emmett with a pointed "Get the alibi" look. DONOVAN Go with her. INT. EMMETT'S VOLVO - DAY Emmett drives, Elle is shotgun. ELLE Explain to me why you're so anti- Brooke. EMMETT Uh, for starters, she won't give us an alibi -- ELLE Aside from that. EMMETT She's completely untrustworthy. ELLE Why? EMMETT She married an old man, she's made a living on telling women they're too fat, she hawks her crap on the Home Shopping Network... ELLE A) He's an old man with a really big penis. B) She never told me I was fat. And C) Victoria Principal sells on that network. EMMETT And D) Brooke is obviously hiding something. ELLE But maybe it's not what you think. EMMETT But maybe it is -- They're quiet for a moment. She looks at him. ELLE You're kind of being a butt-head right now. EMMETT (amused) How do you figure? ELLE Because people aren't always what they seem to be and you refuse to see that. Have a little faith. You might be surprised. They're quiet again while he thinks about this. He looks over at her. EMMETT I can't believe you called me a butthead. No one's called me a butt- head since ninth grade. ELLE Maybe not to your face... She gives him a teasing smile. He smiles back at her, shaking his head. INT. SPA - LOBBY - DAY Elle and Emmett are at the desk. ELLE We have two o'clock massages. Kerrigan and Woods. DESK CLERK Go on back. Elle starts to go, then stops. ELLE Oh, and my friend Katherine Windham Vandermark is here somewhere and I'm supposed to meet her for a Pilates class. Do you have her schedule? DESK CLERK (checking) She's in the mud room until four. Elle smiles her thanks and walks off with Emmett. EMMETT Damn. We can't see her for an hour? ELLE No, she can't move for an hour. She grabs his arm and pulls him down the hall. INT. SPA - MUD ROOM - DAY MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK, late 40s, brunette, East Coast hoity- toity -- lies on a table like a corpse, stiff with mud, cucumbers over her eyes. Elle and Emmett poke their heads in. ELLE Mrs. Windham Vandermark? EMMETT We're here from Austen, Platt, Jaret & Donovan -- MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK So, you found me. Emmett looks at Elle. EMMETT (sotto) She's naked. MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK I'm covered in very expensive Egyptian mud -- hardly naked. ELLE (to Emmett) I'll cover her -- parts. Elle settles on three washcloths, strategically placed. MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK So, I hear the tart from California shot Heyworth. EMMETT Well, that's what we're trying to prove didn't happen. Do you have any reason to believe it did? MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK I never met the woman, but from what my daughter tells me, she's quite the cun -- ELLE (interrupting her) She's not! EMMETT Did your daughter ever say anything to you about Brooke and Heyworth's relationship? MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK Aside from the fact that he found her on an infomercial? She said they humped like gorillas. Chutney could hear them all the way in the pool house. EMMETT I' m sure that was very awkward for Chutney. (sotto) Much as it is for me, hearing you tell about it. MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK But I guess it wasn't enough for Brooke. EMMETT Why do you say that? MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK Haven't you seen the cabana boy? ELLE (uneasy) Yes... MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK Like I said, I've never met Brooke, but I have seen her from a distance. When I'd come over to pick up the alimony check that Heyworth forgot to mail every month, she'd be out by the pool, with Mr. Hot Pants hovering over her with some pink drink. EMMETT Hovering? MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK I didn't stick around long enough to watch him stick his swizzle stick in her mouth, but I'd bet my next check that that's where he was about to put it. INT. EMMETT'S VOLVO - DAY Emmett drives, raving. EMMETT How can you still believe she's innocent? ELLE You're going to trust the word of a woman who named her child after a condiment? She's ly-ing. EMMETT And you know this for a fact? ELLE Did you see the icky black color of her hair? EMMETT So? ELLE I never trust a woman who's not blonde. Except for my friend Serena, but that's only because she's a blonde at heart. That's the whole reason I'm starting the Blonde Legal Defense Fund. He looks at her and laughs. EMMETT The what? ELLE Blondes are discriminated against worldwide! Brooke's a blonde, and people are saying she's sleeping with the cheesy pool boy and shooting her husband. If she was a mousy brunette, it would be, "Oh, the poor widow." EMMETT You're serious? She's fired up now. ELLE You should see the way I'm treated in class! I'm a complete source of mockery. This is why the Blonde Legal Defense Fund is needed. He goes along with it, won over by her enthusiasm. EMMETT Okay, how would it work? ELLE It would be a full-service law firm, by and for blondes, providing positive blonde role models and community outreach in high blonde areas. I mean, think about it -- name one blonde intellectual role model. EMMETT I can't. ELLE That is a direct result of anti- blonde discrimination! EMMETT Wait -- Hilary Clinton. ELLE If she were a true blonde, she would've left the cheating bastard. Blondes don't let their husbands get fellated by brunettes and live to tell about it. Emmett frowns. EMMETT In that case, maybe Heyworth got fellated by a brunette and Brooke caught him. ELLE Exactly how much gorilla sex do you think a sixty-year-old man can take? EMMETT That's not really a topic that keeps me up at night -- but maybe it should. Elle digs in her purse. ELLE Speaking of that -- I bought you some seaweed cream while we were at the spa. She hands it to him. He keeps his hands on the wheel, not taking it. EMMETT What the hell is that for? ELLE The bags under your eyes. You're an attractive man, but you need to take better care of yourself. EMMETT I don't -- (gesturing to the cream) Do that stuff. ELLE Well, you should -- If you look good, you feel good and if you feel good, you project joy into the world. EMMETT Projecting joy is not my job. ELLE (sighing) Fine. Sorry I brought it up. She puts the cream back in her purse. They ride in silence for a moment. Then -- EMMETT You really think I'm attractive? ELLE For a butt-head? Yes. She smiles at him. EXT. HARVARD CAMPUS - NIGHT Elle walks down the sidewalk to her dorm, approaching Dorky David as he tries to ask out a FRESHMAN GIRL who thinks she's a lot cuter than she actually is. She stands with her freshman friends. DORKY DAVID So -- I called your room last night. FRESHMAN GIRL (cold) I heard. DORKY DAVID I was thinking maybe we could go out sometime. FRESHMAN GIRL Uh, no... you're a dork. Turns back to her FRIENDS who all laugh at him. Elle winces as she passes. DORKY DAVID (hopeful) I'm in law school -- The Freshman Girl turns back to him. FRESHMAN GIRL Look -- I'm not going out with you. I can't believe you'd even ask. Girls like me don't go out with losers like you. Her friends snicker. Elle stops at this and sighs, acknowledging to herself that she has to help this guy. She turns and marches back, SLAPPING Dorky David across the face. Dorky David is stunned, as is the Freshman Girl. ELLE (upset) Why didn't you call me? DORKY DAVID What? ELLE We spend a beautiful night together and then I never hear from you again? DORKY DAVID -- uh -- Elle signals with her eyes for him to go along with it. DORKY DAVID I'm sorry? ELLE For what? Breaking my heart or ruining sex for me with any other man? DORKY DAVID Uh -- both? ELLE Forget it. I've already spent too many hours crying over you. She rushes off. Dorky David and the Freshman Girl and her friends watch Elle go. After a moment, the girl turns to David. FRESHMAN GIRL So, urn, when did you wanna go out? ANOTHER GIRL I'm free on Friday. Walking away, Elle hears this and smiles. EXT. COURTHOUSE - DAY People ascend the wide courthouse steps. BAILIFF (O.S.) The first district court is now in session. The honorable Judge William R. Ptak presiding. INT. COURTROOM - DAY The DA grills Mrs. Windham Vandermark. DA JOYCE RAFFERTY And what was the defendant doing? MRS. WINDHAM VANDERMARK Sitting next to the pool topless, while the Latin boy handed her a drink. CUT TO: INT. COURTROOM - DAY DA Rafferty continues her grilling. DA JOYCE RAFFERTY And where was she exactly? This time -- Chutney is on the stand. CHUTNEY Standing over my father's dead body. CUT TO: INT. COURTROOM - DAY CLOSE ON a tiny Speedo thong. DA JOYCE RAFFERTY (O.S.) Mr. Salvatore, can you tell us what this is? We PULL BACK to reveal that the DA is holding it up as she questions Enrique. ENRIQUE My uniform. DA JOYCE RAFFERTY This is the uniform that Mrs. Windham asked you to wear while cleaning her pool? ENRIQUE Yes. DA JOYCE RAFFERTY And are you or are you not, having an affair with Brooke Windham? Enrique shifts in his seat. ENRIQUE Define affair. DA JOYCE RAFFERTY Have you inserted your genitalia into hers? DONOVAN Objection -- DA JOYCE RAFFERTY (to Enrique) Have you and Mrs. Windham had sexual relations? ENRIQUE Yes! Okay? Yes! The courtroom gasps. Elle looks over at Brooke, who's shaking her head, outraged. INT. COURTROOM - MOMENTS LATER Everyone files out. As Brooke is being led away, she turns to Elle. BROOKE I'm not having an affair with Enrique -- you know a Delta Gamma would never sleep with a man who wears a thong! I just liked watching him bend over to clean the filter -- ELLE I believe you! Don't worry. Brooke is taken away. INT. ELLE'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT Elle, in sweats and a pony-tail, pours over a mammoth-sized deposition. A KNOCK sounds. ELLE Come in. Sarah enters. SARAH (re the depo) You done with that yet? Elle hands the deposition over. ELLE Take it. I've read it twenty times. She grabs another one off of the stack and begins reading. Sarah lingers. SARAH I believe her, too. I don't think she's having an affair with Enrique. ELLE Too bad you and I are the only ones. SARAH I'm still can't believe you didn't tell Donovan the alibi. Elle looks up, defensive. ELLE It's not my alibi to tell -- SARAH (interrupting) I know. I thought that was very -- classy of you. ELLE (surprised) Really? Thanks. Sarah starts to go, then stops. SARAH Have you ever noticed that Donovan never asks Warner to bring him coffee? He's asked me at least a dozen times. Elle shrugs. ELLE Men are helpless. You know that. Sarah lingers, leaning on the edge of the couch. SARAH Warner can't even do his own laundry. ELLE I know. He has it sent out. SARAH Did you know he got wait-listed when he applied? His father had to make a call. ELLE (stunned) You're kidding! A KNOCK sounds on the open door and Margot and Serena poke their heads in. MARGOT AND SERENA Surprise! ELLE Oh, my God! Sarah watches as Elle jumps up to hug the girls, who each have a bottle of Veuve Cliquot in their hands. ELLE What're you doing here?! SERENA We're on our way to the bridal show in New York so we thought we'd rescue you from law school for the night. MARGOT (tempting her) We have a limo downstairs and lots more of these. She wiggles her champagne bottle. ELLE You guys -- I can't. We're in the middle of a trial. SERENA Where's Warner? SARAH (confused) At the office. Margot and Serena look over at her. MARGOT Oh, how sweet! You made friends with a nerdy girl. ELLE Margot! SERENA Bring her, too. (to Sarah) C'mon. You can wear one of Elle's outfits. SARAH That's okay -- MARGOT (to Elle) Speaking of which, can you please put on some party clothes? You look like someone rolled you in something sticky and dragged you through a K- Mart. ELLE (torn) I can't believe you guys are actually here -- but this case is important. I'll make it up to you after finals, okay? I -- promise. I really want to do a good job. Margot and Serena stare at her, realizing she means it. SERENA Okay... Call us if you change your mind. They start to head out. Margot hands Sarah the bottle of champagne. MARGOT Here. She spots The Rock on Sarah's finger and grabs her hand. MARGOT Jesus. Talk about a Rock. You must be better in bed than you look. Elle hustles them out the door. ELLE I'll call you as soon as it's over, okay? Sisters forever? MARGOT AND SERENA Sisters forever. She shuts the door behind them. Then looks at Sarah. ELLE Sorry about that. Sarah sets down the Veuve. SARAH Save it. She smiles at Elle. SARAH We'll drink it after we win. Elle smiles. INT. BEAUTY OASIS - DAY Paulette arranges a nail polish display by the door. UPS GUY (O.S.) I've got a big one for you. Paulette freezes and slowly turns to find UPS Guy holding out a big package. UPS GUY Can you sign? He hands her the computerized tablet and as he does, the pen velcroed to the side falls off. Paulette watches as it FALLS IN SLO-MO. Realizing that now is the perfect time to try the Bend & Snap. She bends slowly, tush out, knee cocked. She grabs the pen and as she prepares to Snap back up, UPS Guy leans over to help. UPS GUY Got it? Not realizing he's leaning over, she SNAPS back up -- CLOCKING him in the NOSE with her head. He reels backward, holding his nose, blood flowing as Paulette stares at him-in horror. PAULETTE Oh my God! CUT TO: INT. COURTHOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY Elle waits in line for the water fountain, talking on her cell phone. ELLE (into phone) You broke his nose?! We INTERCUT with Paulette as she watches UPS Guy being carried out by paramedics on a gurney. The ladies of the shop flutter around him, concerned. UPS GUY I'm okay -- PAULETTE I think he noticed me, Elle -- (sobbing) But only because I maimed him! ELLE (consoling) I'll be over right after the trial, okay? We're about to cross-examine Enrique. And don't worry! My friend Serena barfed on a guy during "The Blair Witch Project" and end up dating him for three months. She hangs up. Enrique cuts in front of her in line for the water fountain. She glares at him, tapping her foot. He finishes getting his drink and turns, looking at her. ENRIQUE Don't stomp your little Prada sandals at me, Miss Thing. He walks past, as Elle gapes at him. Realizing. INT. COURTROOM - DAY - MOMENTS LATER Elle grabs Emmett's arm as he whispers with Donovan. ELLE He's gay! Enrique is gay! EMMETT What?! She grabs Warner as he's passing. ELLE Warner, what kind of shoes do I have on? He looks down at her Prada sandals. WARNER Pink ones. ELLE See? Donovan frowns, not seeing. DONOVAN What are you talking about? ELLE He's gay -- he isn't Brooke's lover! He's making it up. Whoever killed Heyworth is paying him off. EMMETT Back up. How do you know he's gay? ELLE Gay men know designers. Straight men don't. She points at Warner, who shrugs. Brooke leans over. BROOKE What's going on? ELLE Enrique's gay. I'm sure of it. BROOKE He did leave a Cher tape in the pool house once -- Donovan scoffs. DONOVAN While I appreciate your masterful legal theory, I have a murder trial to attend to. He grabs Emmett's arm and pulls him aside as they confer on more serious matters. Emmett looks at her as if to say "Sorry", before he looks back at Donovan. Brooke looks at Donovan, then back at Elle, rolling her eyes. Elle sits down, pissed. Warner is next to her. ELLE Thanks for the backup. WARNER How was I supposed to know what kind of shoes you had on? She looks at him like he's a complete idiot, as the judge takes his seat. INT. COURTROOM - MOMENTS LATER - DAY Donovan is in front of Enrique, who is at the stand. DONOVAN Mr. Salvatore, do you have any proof that you and Mrs. Windham were having an affair? ENRIQUE Just the love in my heart. Women in the audience openly sigh. Elle makes a puke gesture. Enid concurs. Donovan smiles a smug smile. DONOVAN If that's all the proof that he has, your Honor, I think I'm done here. Emmett stands. EMMETT I have a couple of questions, Your Honor? Donovan glares at him. EMMETT (sotto to Donovan) Give me two minutes. He approaches Enrique and starts firing questions at rapid speed. EMMETT Did you ever take Mrs. Windham on a date? ENRIQUE Yes. EMMETT Where? ENRIQUE A restaurant in Oakland. Where no one would recognize us. EMMETT And how long have you been sleeping with Mrs. Windham? ENRIQUE Three months. EMMETT And what is your boyfriend's name? ENRIQUE Chuck. The audience lets out a gasp. Elle looks up, shocked, then delighted. Enrique begins to sweat. ENRIQUE I'm sorry, I misunderstood. Chuck is just a friend. CHUCK, scrawny and angry, stands up in the audience. CHUCK If I'm just your friend, why have we been doing the slippy-slap every night for the past six months? The courtroom ERUPTS and the judge bangs the gavel. Elle smiles victoriously from her seat. Emmett grins back at her. Donovan shakes his head, smiling in amazement. EXT. COURTHOUSE - DAY Elle and Emmett walk down the stairs together in high spirits. Donovan catches up. DONOVAN Good work today, Ms. Woods. ELLE Thank you! He walks on. She looks at Emmett, excited. He high-fives her. INT. BEAUTY OASIS - NIGHT Paulette is closing up as Elle follows her around. PAULETTE (in a giddy, rush) And after they set his nose, he came back for his truck and I offered to drive for him since he was still on pain-killers and we spent the whole afternoon together! He was unconscious for part of it, but it was really fun! ELLE (hugging Paulette) I'm so happy for you! PAULETTE How'd it go at the trial? ELLE Great. Donovan actually said the words "Good work, Ms. Woods". He takes me seriously! Can you believe it? PAULETTE Of course I can believe it. You're going to make a great lawyer. Paulette looks at Elle. Emotional. PAULETTE Elle, you've changed my life. You are the kindest, most wonderful angel. Without you, I wouldn't have Rufus or a dinner date. Now go and share your goodness with the world while I stay here and have my hoo-hoo waxed. INT. AUSTEN, JARET, PLATT AND DONOVAN - HALLWAY - NIGHT Elle passes Sarah, who carries a stack of depos into the conference room to Dick and Bobby. SARAH Donovan asked to see you before you leave. ELLE (excited) Really? SARAH He's already got his coffee -- maybe he needs a donut. They share a smile as Elle walks over to Donovan's glass- walled office and knocks on the door. Nervous. DONOVAN Come on in. He beckons her inside, and she goes, shutting the door behind her. INT. DONOVAN'S OFFICE - NIGHT He's behind his desk. He motions for her to sit in one of the two chairs opposite him. DONOVAN Sit down. ELLE Is everything okay? DONOVAN You followed your intuition today and you were right on target. I should've listened. ELLE (stunned) Thank you. DONOVAN About the alibi -- She sighs. ELLE I'm sorry, but -- DONOVAN (cutting her off) I'm impressed that you took the initiative to go there and get it. That's what makes a good lawyer. And on top of that, you gained the client's trust and kept it. That's what makes a great lawyer. You're smart, Elle. Smarter than most of the guys I have on my payroll. Elle is overwhelmed by his praise. ELLE Wow. That means so much to me to hear you say that. Donovan walks around his desk and sits in the chair opposite her. DONOVAN I think it's time discuss your career path. Have you thought about where you might be a summer associate? ELLE (still overwhelmed) Not really. I know how competitive it all is -- He smiles. DONOVAN You know what competition is really about, don't you? Eager for his knowledge, Elle is on the edge of her seat. He leans in. DONOVAN It's about ferocity. Carnage. Balancing human intelligence with animal diligence. Knowing exactly what you want and how far you'll go to get it. How far will Elle go? As he says the last sentence, he SLIDES his hand UP HER THIGH. OUTSIDE DONOVAN'S OFFICE Sarah walks down the hallway, glancing in Donovan's office to see -- HER POV -- Donovan's hand sliding up Elle's skirt. She shakes her head in disgust, and heads off -- NOT SEEING. INT. DONOVAN'S OFFICE Elle stares at Donovan in horror, then grabs his hand -- stopping its journey upward. ELLE (upset) You're hitting on me? DONOVAN You're a beautiful girl, Elle. ELLE So everything you just said -- DONOVAN I'm a man who knows what I want. Elle rises, stung. She stares at him for a beat. ELLE And I'm a law student who's finally realized her professor is a pathetic asshole. She walks out. DONOVAN (calling out) Too bad. I thought you were a law student who wanted to be a lawyer. Elle keeps walking. INT. AUSTEN, JARET, PLATT ETC. - ELEVATOR - MOMENT LATER Elle is in the elevator. Flushed and upset. As the doors start to close, Sarah sticks her arm in, blocking them. SARAH You almost had me fooled. ELLE What? SARAH Maybe you should sleep with the judge too. Then we can win the case. Sarah steps back, letting the doors shut. INT. BUILDING LOBBY - NIGHT Elle stomps out of the elevator, as Emmett gets in. EMMETT (smiling) Hey -- ELLE I'm quitting. She marches past. He follows, catching up. EMMETT Whoa -- Why? ELLE Law school was a mistake. Getting this internship was a mistake. EMMETT What're you talking about? You earned it -- She snorts. ELLE I didn't earn anything. I got this internship because Donovan liked the way I looked. Which he made clear tonight when he tried to feel me up. Emmett looks pissed as he processes this. EMMETT (mind reeling) So now you're -- ? ELLE Going back to LA. Maybe I can fulfill my destiny as a useless bimbo and join the Swedish Bikini Team. No more navy blue suits. No more panty- hose. No more trying to be something I'm not. EMMETT What if you're trying to be something you are? The hell with Donovan. Stay. She stops, giving him a sad smile. ELLE Thanks for not treating me the way everyone else here does. Call me if you're ever in California. She walks out. Emmett watches her go, hating it. EXT. BEAUTY OASIS - NIGHT Elle's Boxster, packed with suitcases and the potted palm, pulls up. INT. BEAUTY OASIS - NIGHT Elle sits in front of Paulette, dejected. Not even bothering with a manicure. PAULETTE (upset) You can't go home! ELLE What's the point of staying? All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs. No one's ever going to take me seriously. The people at law school don't, Warner doesn't -- I don't even think my parents take me seriously. They wanted me to grow up and become a Victoria's Secret model who marries a rock star. Now, for the first time, it seemed like someone expected me to do something better with my life than wear underwear for a living. But I was kidding myself -- Donovan didn't see me as a lawyer. He saw me as a piece of ass just like everyone else. It turns out, I am a joke. She stands up. ELLE The hell with law school. I just came to say goodbye. IN A NEARBY CHAIR Professor Elspeth Stromwell spins around, nails drying, facing Elle. PROFESSOR STROMWELL If you let one stupid prick ruin your life, you're not the girl I thought you were. Elle looks at her, shocked, as Professor Stromwell stands and goes. INT. JAIL WAITING ROOM - NIGHT CLOSE ON A TV -- Donovan is being interviewed is on the evening news. DONOVAN ON TV Enrique Salvatore has been discredited as a witness. REPORTER #2 ON TV Did you go in there knowing how you were going to discredit Mr. Salvatore? DONOVAN ON TV Absolutely. It's a little thing I like to call strategy. He gives the reporters a smug smile. IN THE WAITING ROOM Brooke looks away from the TV. Emmett is next to her, prepping her for the following day. BROOKE Is he always such an ass? EMMETT (containing himself) He's the top defense attorney in the state. Of course he's an ass. BROOKE But is he an ass that's gonna win my case? EMMETT He's an ass that's gonna try. BROOKE He thinks I'm guilty, doesn't he? EMMETT That's not what's important. BROOKE To me it is. He doesn't trust me. Why should I trust him? Emmett thinks for a moment. Then looks at Brooke. EMMETT You're right. Why should you? EXT. COURTHOUSE - DAY People enter. Reporters set up their cameras. Dorky David passes by in a suit and tie. INT. COURTHOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY Donovan and Emmett head into the courtroom. DONOVAN Keep that bitch away from me. EMMETT She's our client. DONOVAN Not Brooke. Elle. EMMETT (blatantly pissed) Funny how a woman can turn into a bitch just by saying "no". Donovan glares at Emmett as they continue in. Behind them -- SARAH stops in her tracks, having heard all of this. INT. COURTROOM - MOMENTS LATER Donovan takes his seat next to Brooke. She smiles at him. DONOVAN What're you so happy about? You're on trial for murder. BROOKE Get up. DONOVAN What? BROOKE You're fired. I have new representation. DONOVAN Who? The door of the courtroom BANGS open and ELLE STRIDES IN, dressed in a Prada mini-dress, Underdog in her purse. She blows a bubble, lets it pop, then sets her briefcase down next to Donovan's. ELLE (to Donovan) Excuse you. You're in my way. She nudges him aside. Donovan looks at Brooke. DONOVAN She's a law student. She can't defend you. Dorky David steps up, holding out a marked casebook. DORKY DAVID Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court Rule 3:03. ELLE (to Donovan) See? JUDGE Counselors, approach the bench. Elle starts to head up. DONOVAN You're not going up there. ELLE Yes, I am. BROOKE (to Donovan) I don't think you heard me. You're fired. She's my lawyer. JUDGE Counselors, now. All of you. Elle, Donovan and Emmett head up, as does the DA. Elle hands the judge the case book. ELLE Elle Woods, your honor. Rule 3:03 of the Supreme Judicial Court states that a law student may appear on behalf of a defendant in criminal proceedings. DA JOYCE RAFFERTY (stoked) I have no problem with this. DONOVAN I do. I'm not allowing it. ELLE (pointedly) But you agreed last night. In the office? When we were discussing my "career"? The implication lingers in the air, as Donovan glares at her. JUDGE (reading the casebook) The ruling also states that you need a licensed attorney to supervise you. Mr. Donovan? DONOVAN That, I won't agree to. Emmett steps forward. EMMETT I'm supervising, Your Honor. Elle smiles at him. Donovan looks from Emmett to Elle, completely derailed. JUDGE Well, then, Ms. Woods. Proceed. Elle walks back to the table with a grin. Warner looks shocked. IN THE AUDIENCE Paulette beams, the UPS Guy in the nose brace, next to her. Serena and Margot, now in attendance, STAND clapping and squealing in a completely inappropriate way. SERENA Go, Elle! Donovan takes a seat in the audience. As he passes by Brooke: DONOVAN Enjoy prison. The judge looks at Brooke. JUDGE Mrs. Windham, you do realize what you're doing? BROOKE Absolutely. As Donovan sits, Margot leans over. MARGOT Don't fuck with a Delta Gamma. AT THE DEFENSE TABLE Sarah leans forward to Elle, who gathers her notes. SARAH Kick some butt. Elle looks at her, surprised. JUDGE Ms. Woods, call your first witness. ELLE I'd like to recall Chutney Windham as a defense witness. The crowd murmurs. Donovan rolls his eyes. INT. COURTROOM - DAY - MOMENTS LATER Chutney takes her hand off of the Bible and sits. JUDGE Ms. Woods, begin your questioning. ELLE First, your Honor, I'd like to point out that not only is there no proof in this case, but there's a complete lack of mens rea, which by definition tells us that there is no crime without a vicious will. The DA rolls her eyes, as do the lawyers present. JUDGE I am aware of the meaning of mens rea. What I am unaware of is why you're giving me a vocabulary lesson instead of questioning your witness. Flustered, Elle turns to Chutney. ELLE Okay -- Ms. Windham, when you uh arrived back at the house? Was your father there? CHUTNEY Not that I saw. But like I said, I went straight upstairs to take a shower. ELLE And when you came downstairs, what happened? CHUTNEY I saw Brooke standing over his body, drenched in his blood. ELLE But Mrs. Windham didn't have a gun? CHUTNEY No, she'd stashed it by then. Brooke rolls her eyes. EMMETT Move to strike that from the record, your Honor. Speculation. JUDGE Stricken. Elle mentally kicks herself for not doing this herself. Eirimett gives her a reassuring nod. She takes a deep breath, then continues on. ELLE Did you hear a shot fired? CHUTNEY No. I was in the shower. ELLE So at some point in the -- twenty minutes you were in the shower, your father was shot? CHUTNEY I guess. Elle paces a bit. Underdog watches from her purse on the table, intrigued by her line of questioning. ELLE Your father was shot while you were in the shower? Gerard looks at Emmett. GERARD Where's she going with this? EMMETT Have a little faith. ELLE But you didn't hear the shot, because you were in the shower. CHUTNEY (annoyed) Yes. I was washing my hair. Elle's onto something, but not sure what. ELLE Miss Windham, can you tell us what you'd been doing earlier in the day? CHUTNEY I got up, went to Starbucks, went to the gym, got a perm, and came home. ELLE Where you got in the shower. CHUTNEY (impatient) Yes. JUDGE I believe the witness has made it clear that she was in the shower. People start to murmur. Donovan snickers. Sarah looks worried. ELLE Yes, Your Honor. Had you ever gotten a perm before, Miss Windham? CHUTNEY (confused) Yes. The beginnings of a smile start to spread across Elle's face. ELLE How many, would you say? CHUTNEY Two a year since I was twelve. You do the math. ELLE You know, a girl in my sorority, Tracy Marcinko, got a perm once. Even though we all told her not to. Curls really weren't the right look for her -- (chummy) She didn't have your bone structure. Chutney almost smiles. ELLE But, thankfully, that same day, she entered the Pi Kap wet t-shirt contest where she was completely hosed down from head to toe. Donovan shakes his head at her incompetence. DA JOYCE RAFFERTY Objection. Why is this relevant? Emmett clears his throat, worried. Elle turns around, giving him a "trust me" look. Then turns back to the judge. ELLE (to the judge) I have a point. I promise. JUDGE Then make it. Elle looks at Chutney. ELLE Chutney, why is it that Tracy Marcinko's curls were ruined when she got hosed down? CHUTNEY Because they got wet. ELLE That's right. Because isn't the first cardinal rule of perm maintenance that you are forbidden to wet your hair for at least twenty-four hours after getting a perm at the risk of de-activating the ammonium thiglycolate? Chutney pales. CHUTNEY Yes -- Elle continues. ELLE And wouldn't someone who's had thirty perms throughout her lifetime, be well aware of this rule? Chutney doesn't answer. She just glares at Brooke. ELLE And if you, in fact, were not washing your hair, as I suspect you were not, since your curls are still intact, wouldn't you have heard the gunshot? Chutney continues to glare. ELLE And if you in fact, heard the gunshot, then Brooke Windham wouldn't have had time to hide the gun before you got downstairs. Which would mean that you would've had to have found Mrs. Windham with a gun in her hand to make your story sound plausible. Isn't that right? CHUTNEY She's younger than I am. Did she tell you that? How would you feel if your father married someone younger than you? ELLE You, however, had time to hide the gun, didn't you, Chutney? After you shot your father? Brooke looks at Chutney in horror, realizing. CHUTNEY I didn't mean to shoot him -- (to Brooke) I meant to shoot you! Pandemonium erupts. The gavel pounds. BROOKE I knew it! Elle looks at Emmett, elated at what's just happened. ELLE (shocked) Oh, my God! EMMETT (even more shocked) Oh, my God!! INT. COURTHOUSE FOYER - DAY Reporters mob Elle and Brooke as they make their way out of the courtroom. REPORTER Elle, how did you know Chutney was lying? BROOKE Because she is brilliant. ELLE (humble) The rules of haircare are simple and finite. Any Cosmo girl would've known. The reporters laugh as they snap pictures of her and a happy Brooke. INT. WOODS' BEL AIR HOME - GYM - SAME TIME CLOSE ON THE TV -- the channels change: golf -- a commercial -- ELLE IN THE COURTHOUSE. DANIEL (O.S.) What the -- ? Daniel, Elle 's father, watches TV as he does his morning workout on the treadmill. DANIEL Honey, stop! (proud) Ellie's on TV! He looks next to him, where Sapphire is upside down on a yoga inversion machine. SAPPHIRE'S POV -- THE UPSIDE-DOWN TELEVISION WITH ELLE ON IT. SAPPHIRE Oh, my God! What happened to her tan? INT. COURTHOUSE FOYER - MOMENTS LATER As the reporters continue to mob Brooke, Elle steps aside to talk to Serena and Margot. SERENA I wish we could stay longer, but I have a game. ELLE I can't believe you're a Laker Girl! MARGOT Hello! You're like, a lawyer. ELLE (grinning) Not yet. Enid walks up to the girls. ENID (to Elle) Even though you knew your shit today -- you're still a product of the patriarchy and a creation of the male-dominated media. And so are your friends. She looks at Serena. ENID (to Serena) Although -- you're kinda hot. Call me. She walks off. Serena looks alarmed. ELLE (hugging them) Don't worry. She's harmless. I'll see you guys soon! Thanks for coming! She air-kisses them as Margot leads a still shell-shocked Serena away as Emmett walks up to Elle. EXT. COURTHOUSE STEPS - DAY - LATER Elle looks up at the courthouse as the sun sets behind it. She smiles, proud of herself. WARNER (O.S.) You were amazing today. She turns and finds Warner. ELLE Thank you. He moves closer. WARNER It made me realize something. I'm an idiot. ELLE Really? He turns on the charm. WARNER I want to be with you, Elle. Forever. He pulls her close, hand around her waist, kissing her. She looks up at him, a trace of the old love in her eyes. For a moment, she melts. ELLE I want to be with you, too, Warner. After a moment, she steps back, removing his hand from her waist and wrenching it behind his back. ELLE In court. On opposing sides. WARNER (shocked) Are you serious? ELLE Huh. Imagine that. Looks like I am. She walks down the steps. Warner watches her go, then turns to see Sarah, who's witnessed the entire episode. She glares at him, then walks past. WARNER Sarah -- hold on. She shoves him, knocking him on his ass, then rushes to catch up with Elle. SARAH (calling out) Elle, wait up -- Elle turns. SARAH (sheepish) I'm a bitch. ELLE Yes, you are. SARAH And Donovan's a scumbag for coming on to you. ELLE Yes, he is. They look at each other in a silent truce. SARAH So -- can we drink that champagne when I get back from the pawnshop? She pulls off her engagement ring. ELLE You're pawning The Rock?! SARAH Hell, yes. We've got finals to study for. In Jamaica. She smiles and heads off. Elle smiles, processing this as Emmett approaches Elle. EMMETT Up for a celebration dinner? ELLE Are you asking me on a date? EMMETT As long as you realize I'm not just some man-toy you can show off like a trophy. ELLE (joking) Then, forget it. Besides, I have an early class tomorrow. EMMETT So Friday at eight? She smiles at him. ELLE Perfect. She heads down the stairs, stops and thinks a moment, then runs back up -- Grabbing Emmett in a hellacious KISS. He kisses her back. We CRANE UP as they embrace on the courthouse steps. FADE OUT: FADE IN: EXT. HARVARD LAW SCHOOL QUAD - DAY "Welcome Law Students Class of 2004" banners hang over orientation tables. Nervous first year students stand in line. We PAN ACROSS a row of club tables -- passing "Harvard Law Journal" and "Environmental Law Association" -- until we reach a table that proudly bears the banner of "Blonde Legal Defense Club". Elle, in a red 2L t-shirt, stands behind the table, straightening some flyers. UNDERDOG is plopped down on top of the stack. Elle turns to see EMMETT next to her. EMMETT (re Underdog) Someone missed you. ELLE Is he the only one? EMMETT What do you think? They kiss. EMMETT (re the crowd) Looks like you're pretty popular. Elle smiles, turning back as A NERVOUS 1L GIRL steps up. NERVOUS 1L GIRL Do you have to be blonde to sign up? ELLE Only blonde at heart. (to the girl next to her) Right? Elle smiles and looks down at -- the NEWLY BLONDE SARAH. Sarah returns the smile as we PULL BACK to see a CROWD of first year girls gathered around Elle's table, rushing to sign up. Ready to be as blonde as they can be. FADE OUT: THE END