INT. KITCHEN -- MORNING Paul pours a bowl of cereal. There are others here, shirtlessskinny men with beards and long hair; he doesn't know them.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM -- MORNING A huge round bed within a tent-like canopy of brocaded silkdominates the room. A man and a woman are sleeping there.
Paul lifts the flap of the canopy and climbs into the bedwith his cereal. We realize that, beneath the long hair andthe beard, the man is Big Paul, his father.
PAUL:
(whispering) Dad.
(increasing volume) Dad. Dad. Dad.
Big Paul does not move. Little Paul turns and looks at the woman beside him; she is not his mother, but a remarkabledark-haired beauty, a model.
20.
Upon the nightstand there's a glass of wine, a lighter, aglassine bag, a burnt spoon.
PAUL (CONT'D) Dad. Dad. Dad.
Finally, Paul realizes it's pointless and gives up.
INT. GETTY OIL COMPANY, LOS ANGELES -- DAY Gail Getty paces in the front lobby of Getty's headquarters.
IACOVONI:
This poor woman, what she has endured! Gail is impeccably dressed and attended by her Italianattorney, the high-strung, diminutive GIOVANNI IACOVONI.
IACOVONI (CONT'D) The decadence of the father, adepraved drug addict, living in apalace in Marrakech filled with hippieparasites. How she suffers with worry for her son!
GAIL:
Giovanni, enough. This isn't Italy.
We're not going before the Pope foran annulment.
IACOVONI:
I know this, signora. I do this simply to get my blood flowing.
GAIL:
It's all business to them.
A TEAM OF SUITS file past en route to the conference room.
GAIL (CONT'D) I wonder how many people have evermanaged to walk out of that conferenceroom in one piece.
IACOVONI:
Signora. Do not underestimate the power of a mother's love.
GAIL:
Right now I'd rather have a billionaire's money.
SECRETARY (O.S.) Ms Getty, they're ready for you now.
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INT. BOARD ROOM -- DAY A long conference table, lined on either side with ATTORNEYS.
At one end sits Gail Getty, with Iacovoni by her side.