--Warner and Elle on a date—

Warner: Elle, one of the reasons why I wanted to come here tonight was to
discuss our future.

Elle: I am fully amenable to that discussion.

Warner: Good. Well, Harvard is gonna be different. Law school is a

completely different world, and I need to be serious.

Elle: And I’m fully supportive of that, Warner.

Warner: But the thing is, If I’m gonna be a senator by the time I’m 30, I
need to stop dicking around. Elle.. poor bear..

Elle: Yes?

(at the same time)

Warner: I think we should break up

Elle: I do.

Elle: What?

Warner: If I’m gonna be a senator, I need a Jackie, not a Marilyn.

Elle: So your breaking up with me because I’m too.. blonde?

(Elle cries)

Elle: Do you know who this is?

Old woman: No

Elle: That’s Warner’s older brother

Old woman: Who?

Elle: Third year yale law student, Putnam Bowes Huntinton III and his fiance,
Layne Walker Vacderbilt, First Year Yale Law.

(GASP)
Elle: This is the type of girl The Warner wants to marry. This is what I need to
become to be serious.

Old Woman: What? Practically deformed?

Elle: No! A law Student.

(hurries out the parlor)

-At school talking to professor-

Professor: Harvard Law Shool?

Elle: That’s right

Professor: But that a top 3 school.

Elle: Oh but I have 4.0

Professor: Yes, but your major is fashion merchandising

Elle: (nods)

Professor: Harvard won’t be impressed that you aced History of Polka Dots.

(Elle confused, and professor facepalms)

Professor: What are your backups?

Elle: I don’t need backups, I’m going to Harvard.

Professor: Well, then. You’ll need excellent recommendations from your

professors.

Elle: Ok

Professor: And a heck of an admission essay.

Elle: Right.

Professor: And at least a 175 on your LSATs.

Elle: (a bit confused) I once had to judge a tighty-Whitey contest of Lampda

Kappa Pi. Trust me, I can handle anything.

(Both smile)

(professor gave a piece of paper)

Elle: Thanks!
Professor: Welcome.

(Elle goes out)

-Elle studying, practicing questions, checking of LSAT mock exam—

--LSAT EXAM Sections 1-6—

--cut to Elle’s ending admission video essay—

(LSAT Scores Elle got 179)

Elle: And that’s why you should vote for me, Elle Woods, Future Lawyer; for
the class of 2004.

--6 professors in a meeting—

(everybody confused)

Professor 1: She does have

A 4.0 from CULA and she got a 179 on her LSATs.

Professor 2: A fashion major?

Professor 3: Well, sir we’ve never had one before, and aren’t we all looking
for diversity?

Professor 4: Her list of extracurricular activities in impressive.

Professor 2: she also designed a line of faux-fur panties for her sorority’s
charity project.

Professor 3: Uh-huh she’s a friend to the animals, as well as a

philanthropist.

Professor 2: Elle Woods. Welcome to Harvard.

--Elle in Harvard—
(in her room in front of a mirror)

Elle: Wish me luck, bruiser. This is my first class as a serious law student. I
totally look the part.

--Stormwell’s class—

Professor Stormwell: Now I assume you all have read pages one through
48, and are now well-versed in subject matter jurisdiction. Let’s call on
someone from the hot zone.

(Professor walks towards Elle)

Professor: Elle woods?

Elle: Oh, um actually, I wasn’t aware that we had an assignment.

Professor: Oh, Vivian Kensington. Do you think it’s acceptable that Ms.
Woods is not well prepared?

Vivian: No. I don’t.

Professor: Would you support my decision to ask her to leave class and to
return only when she is prepared?

Vivian: Absolutely.

(Everybody looks at Elle)

(Elle looks shocked and mad then stormed out)

--Cut to Elle from the party—

Elle: I’ll show you how valuable Elle Woods can be

(Buys a laptop)

(carries books)

(studies)

(in Library choosing books)

--Stormwell’s class—

Professor: So, you’ve filed a claim. What next? Ms. Woods?

Elle: (shocked) Don’t you need to have evidence?

Professor: Meaning?

Elle: Meaning you need to have reasonable belief that your claim should
have like, evidentiary support?

Professor: (a bit shocked) and what kind of evidentiary support does this
case require?

Elle: (happy cause she got correct)

(Elle still studying)

(studying but in different setting)

--Callahan’s Class—

(Callahan writes “DIMINISHED CAPACITY’ on the board.)

Callahan: And the purpose of diminished capacity is?

(Elle raises hand)

Elle: to negate mens rea?

(Callahan nods)

(Elle smiles)

--At the end of Callahan’s class—

Callahan: Ms. Wood you did well today.

Elle: Really?

Callahan: You’re applying for my internship aren’t you?

Elle: I don’t know.

Callahan: Well, you should. Do you have a resume?

Elle: Yes, I do.

(Elle gives her resume)

Callahan: It’s pink

Elle: And it’s scented.

(Elle walks out of class)

--Announcement of Callahan’s internship through a bulletin board in

the hallway—

Elle: What’s going on?

Student: Callahan’s firm is defending a murder trial. His case load is so big,
he’s taking on first year interns.

Vivian: I can’t believe it. Warner! We got it.

(Elle looks at the bulletin)

Elle: (gasps and shouts) ME! Yes!

--Callahan’s office—

Callahan: We’re defending Brooke Windham, whose very wealthy husband

was found shot dead in their Beacon Hill Mansion.

Vivian: Gold-digger?

Callahan: You’d think so, since the stiff was 60, but she was rich on her own.
Some kind of fitness empire. You can buy her exercise tapes on infomercials.

Elle: Wait,are you talking about Brooke Taylor?

Callahan: Maiden name, Taylor. You know her?

Elle: oh, she graduated four years before me. She’s amazing.

Callahan: “Amazing”? How?

Elle: She can make you lose pounds in one class. She’s completely gifted.

Callahan: Well, in all likelihood, she’s completely guilty as well. She was
seen standing over her husband’s dead body.

Warner: By who?
Callahan: His 26-year-old daughter and the pool boy.

(Emmet Richmond arrives)

Emmet: Sorry, I’m late. Excuse me.

Callahan: This is Emmet Richmond, an associate.

(Elle looks towards Emmet and smiles)

Callahan: Top three in his class and former editor of Harvard Law Review.

(Elle and Emmet eye contact)

Emmet: thanks for the introduction

Warner: So, what about the murder weapon?

Callahan: The gun is missing. Coroner said he’d been dead 30 minutes
before the cops arrived, giving Brooke plenty of time to stash it.

Elle: I just don’t think Brooke could have done this. Exercise gives you
endorphins. Ecdorphins make you happy.Happy people just don’t shoot their
husbands.

(Emmet smiles)

Elle: They just don’t.

--Prison—

Brooke: Ididn’t do it. I walked in. I saw my husband lying on the floor. I bent
down to check his heart, and screamed my head off, and then Enrique and
Chutney ran inside.

Callahan: Ok, your stepdaughter and the poolboy came in, where they saw
you standing over the body covered in his blood.

Brooke: Why would I kill my husband?

Callahan: Insurance? A Love affair? Pure unadulterated hatred? Believe me

the DA will come up with plenty of reasons.

Brooke: I loved him.

Callahan: He was 34 years older than you. That doesn’t look so good to a
jury.
Brooke: Then show then a picture of his dick. That might clear a few things
up.

Callahan: Brooke, I believe you. But the jury is gonna want an alibi.

Brooke: Well, I can’t give you that. And if you put me on that stand, I’ll lie.

Callahan: Well, then, I guess we’re done for today.

(Brooke face palms)

(Everybody leaves)

(Elle stays behind and talks to Brooke)

Brooke: Hey.

Elle: Hi.

Brooke: I know you.

Elle: I’m from Delta NU and I’m a huge fan of yours.

Brooke: You took my class in LA.

Elle: Uh-huh.

Brooke: You had the best high kick I’ve ever seen. Are you one of my
lawyers?

Elle: Uh , yes sort of.

Brooke: Well, thank god one of you has a brain.

Guard: Let’s go.

(Takes Brooke away)

(Elle smiles)

--Another scene—

(Probably Callahan’s office)

Emmet: Well, if Brooke didn’t kill the guy, then who did?

Elle: My money is on the angry daughter or the ex-wife.

Callahan: Chutney has a trust fund. She didn’t need the insurance payoff or
the inheritance.

Law student: What about the mother?

Callahan: Covered, She was in aespen at the time. Ten people saw her
downing some cosmopolitans at the Caribou Club.

Elle: Well, all I know is that it’s not Brooke.

Callahan: That’s touching, But we need an alibi.

(film reactions of each of the student lawyers)

--in prison—

(Elle visiting Brooke to get alibi)

Elle: I bought you some necessities. Um, the entire clinique skincare line,
some aromatherapy candles, and oh, the bible.

Brooke: You’re an angel.

Elle: So, how are you? Are you alright? You look so orange.

Brooke: I’m just glad that it’s you and not Callahan.

Elle: He means well, He’s very brilliant.

Brooke: He’d better be, for what I’m paying for him.

Elle: I have to tell you the real reason I came here. Professor Callahan says
we really really need your alibi.

Brooke: Elle, I can’t. I mean you don’t understand.

Elle: Who could understand you better than me? It could save you.

Brooke: No, that’s just it. It would ruin me.

Elle: How?

(Brooke tearing up)

Brooke: On the day of Heyworth’s murder, I was getting…

Elle: what?

Brooke: I was getting a….

Elle: a what?

Brooke: LIPOSUCTION!

(Elle gasps and shocked)

Elle: No

Brooke: I know, I’m a fraud. But it’s not like normal women can have this
ass! It my fans knew that I bought it, I would lose everything. I’ve already
lost my husband. I’d rather go to jail than lose my reputation.

Elle: Brooke, your secrets safe with me.

Brooke: Thank you

--News—

Reporter: Thanks, Jeff. We’re here today covering the trial of Brooke
Windham. You may remember she’s charged with the murder of her
husband, Boston millionaire Heyworth Windham. First to testify are The
victim’s daughter and ex-wife.

(Court scene)

Speaker: Superior court of Suffolk Country is now in session. The honorable

judge Marina R. Bickford presiding. You may be seated.

(Everybody sits)

Female Lawyer: And where was she exactly?

Chutney: Standing over my father’s dead body.

Female lawyer: And what was the defendant doing?

Ex-wife: She was sitting next to the pool, topless….while the latin boy
handed her a drink.

Female Lawyer: Mr. Salvatore, can you tell us what this is?

(holding a blue tong basta panty)

Enrique: My uniform.

Female Lawyer: (showing everybody the panty) this is the uniform that Mrs.
Windham asked you to wear while cleaning her pool?

Enrique: Yes.
Female: And are you or are you not having an affair with Brooke Windham?

Enrique: Define “affair”

Female Lawyer: Have you and Mrs. Windham had sexual relations.

Enrique: Yes, Okay? Yes.

(Female lawyer returns back to her seat)

(Brooke somehow basta naglagot)

Judge: Ladies and gentlemen, court will reconvene tomorrow morning at

9AM. We’re adjourned.

(Brooke stands up and goes to Elle)

Brooke: You know a Delta NU would never sleep with a man wh wears a
thong.

Elle: Never!

Brooke: I just liked watching him clean the filter.

(Guard taking Brooke away)

Elle: I know. I believe you, Brooke.

Brooke: take care of me, Elle.

Elle: I will.

--Water fountain scene—

(Elle on a call)

Elle: You broke his nose? Don’t worry, I’ll be there when the court is out. We
have to cross examine Enrique. But my girlfriend, Serena, once barfed on a
guy during the Blair Witch Project, and they ended up dating for three
months.

Elle: Hmmhmm, Ok, bye.

(Enrique cuts the line)

(Drinks on a water fountain)

(Elle shocked and tapped her toes)

(Enrique stops drinking and turns to Elle)

Enrique: Don’t stomp your little last-season Prada shoes at me, Honey.

Elle: They are not last seasoned. (gasps)

--on court—

Elle: Emmett. He’s gay. Enrique is gay.

Emmett: What?

Elle: Warner, what kind of shoes are these.

Warner: uh, black ones.

Elle: See?

Callahan: What are you talking about?

Elle: He’s gay. He isn’t Brooke’s lover, He’s making it up.

Emmett: Wait, back up. How do you know that he’s gay?

Elle: Gay men know designers. Straight men don’t.

Brooke: you know what? He did leave a cher tape in the pool house one
time.

(Elle looks at Callahan for approval)

Callahan: While I appreciate you masterful legal theory, I have a murder

trial to attend to. Emmett.

Emmett: Okay.

(Looks at Elle)

Emmett: I’ll take care of this, thanks.

--Court scene—

Judge: Court will come to order.

(Everybody settles down)

Callahan: Mr. Salvatore, do you have any proof that you and Mrs. Windham
were habing an affair?
Enrique: Only the love of my heart.

Callahan: Well, if that’s all the proof that hea has, Your Honor, I think I’m
done here.

(Judge nods)

Judge: you may step down.

Emmett: I’d like to ask a couple of questions, Your Honor.

(Stands up and goes to the witness stand)

Emmett: Did you ever take Mrs. Windham on a date?

Enrique: Yes.

Emmett: Where?

Enrique: A restaurant in Concord, where no one could recognize us.

Emmett: and how long have you been sleeping with Mrs. Windham?

Enrique: three months.

And you boyfriend’s name is?

Enrique: Chuck.

Emmett: Right.

(Emmett returns to his seat)

(Everybody gasps and laughs)

Judge: Silence!

Enrique: Pardon me, Pardon me.

Emmett: Yes, Mr. Salvatore?

Enrique: I was, I was confused, you see? I thought you said a friend. Chuck
is just a friend.

(Chuck stands up)

Chuck: You bitch!

Enrique: Chuck, wait!

(Noises everywhere)
(Brooke smiles)

Judge: Silence in my court. Sit down, Mr. Salvatore.

(Chuck leaving the court)

Judge: Silence in my court room.

(Emmett and Elle happy)

--Callahan’s office—

Callahan: I think it’s time to discuss your career path.

(moving closer to Elle)

Callahan: Have you thought about where you might be a summer associate?

Elle: Oh, not really. I know it’s very competitive.

Callahan: Well, you know what competition’s really about, don’t you? 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.

(Callahan touching Elle’s knees)

Callahan: how far will Elle go?

Elle: Are you hitting on me?

Callahan: you’re a beautiful girl.

Elle: So everything you just said?

Callahan: I’m a man who knows what he wants/

Elle: I’m a law student who just realized her professor is a pathetic asshole.

Callahan: too bad. I thought you were a law student who wanted to be a
lawyer.

--Hallway—

(Emmett met Elle)

Elle: Hey.
Elle: I’m quitting

Emmett: Why?

Elle: Law school was a mistake. This whole intership was a mistake!

Emmett: What are you talking about? You earned it.

Elle: I didn’t earn anything, Emmett. Callahan only gave me that intership
because he liked the way I looked. Which he made clear tonight when he
tried to feel me up.

Emmett: Callahan did what?

Elle: Just forget about it. I’m going back to LA. No more boring suits, no more
pantyhose, no more trying to be something that I’m just, I’m just not.

Emmett: What if you’re trying to be somebody you already are? I mean the
hell with Callahan. Stay.

Elle: Call me if you’re ever in California, okay?

--Prison—

Brooke: Is he always such an ass?

Emmett: He’s the top defense attorney in the State. Of course he’s an ass.

Brooke: Fine, but is he an ass that’s gonna win my case?

Emmett: Well, he’s an ass that gonna try.

Brooke: he thinks I’m guilty, doesn’t he?

Emmett: That’s not what’s important.

Brooke: If he doesn’t trust me, why should I trust him?

Vivian: Ask Elle. She looked pretty cozy with him last night.

Emmett: No, you don’t even know what that hell you’re talking about.

Brooke: What’s going on here?

Emmett: Elle quit.

Brooke: What?

Emmett: Yes, Callahan hit on her, so she quit.

Brooke: Oh my god, Scumbag.

Emmett: Well, maybe there’s something we can do about it.

----Final Court scene----

(Guard guides Brooke to her chair)

(Brooke approches Callahan)

Callahan: What are you so happy about? You’re on trial fro murder.

Brooke: Get up.

Callahan: What?

Brooke: You’re fired. I have a new representation.

(Callahan folds the file and puts on the table)

Callahan: Who?

(Brooke smiles)

(Elle’s grand entrance)

(Brooke looks towards the door)

(Everybody looks at the court door)

(Court door opens)

(Elle walk towards Callahan with David)

Elle: Excuse you. You’re in my way.

Callahan: She’s a law student. She can’t defend you.

David: Uh, Massachussetts Supreme Judicial Court Ruling 3.03.

Elle: see? Thank you David.

Judge: Counselors, approach the bench.

Callahan: You’re not going up there.

Elle: Oh yes, I am.

Brooke: Oh sorry, maybe you didn’t hear me. You’re fired.

Judge: Counselors, now! All of you.

(All the counselor walks towards the bench)\\\\\\\\\\

Elle: Elle Woods, Your Honor. Rule 3.03 of Supreme Judicial Court states that
a law student may appear on behalf of a defendant in criminal proceedings

Female Lawyer: Youy Honor, I have no problem with this.

Callahan: I do. I’m not allowing it.

Elle: Oh but you agreed last night. In your office, when we were discussing
my career?

Judge: the ruling also states that you need a licensed attorney to supervise
you. Mr. Callahan?

Callahan: that I won’t agree to.

Emmett: I’ll supervise, Your Honor.

Judge: Well, then Ms. Woods, proceed.

Elle: Thank you, your Honor.

(Female Lawyer smirks at Callahan)

Callahan: Enjoy prison.

Judge: Mrs. Windham, you do realize what you’re doing?

Brooke: Absolutely.

(Chutney’s right hand swearing and left hand on top of a bible)

Man: Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth, so help you
God?

Chutney: I do.

Be seated.

(Chutney seats)

Judge: Ms. Woods, you may begin your questioning.

(Elle stands up)

Elle: First of all, I would 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 can be no crime without a vicious will.

(Lawyers silently laughing at Elle)

Judge: I am aware of the meaning of mens rea. What I’m unaware of is why
you’re giving me a vocabulary lesson when you should be questioning your
witness.

Elle: yes, Your honor.

Elle: Ms. Windham, when you arrived back at the house, was your father
there?

Chutney: Not that I saw. But like I’ve 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.

(Emmett stands up)

Emmett: Move to strike that from the record, Your Honor. It’s speculation.

Judge: So stricken.

(Emmett looks at Elle)

Emmett: Go ahead.

(Elle walks towards chutney)

Elle: Ms. Windham, did you hear a shot fired?

Chutney: No, I was in the shower

Elle: Okay, So, sometime ini the 20 minutes that you were in the shower
your father was shot?

Chutney: I guess.

Elle: Your father was shot while you were in the shower but you didn’t hear
the shot because, um, you were in the shower?
(Chutney a bit annoyed and confused)

Chutney: Yes. (Duh) I was washing my hair.

(Elle looks back at Emmett)

(Emmett looks at Elle)

(Elle taking few steps)

Elle: Um, Ms. Windham, what had you done earlier that day?

Chutney: I got up, got a latte, went to the gym, got a perm, and came
home.

(Idea strikes on Elle)

Elle: Where you got in the shower?

Judge: I believe the witness has made it clear that she was in the shower.

(Everybody scoffs)

Elle: Yes, Your Honor. Um, Ms. Windham, have you ever gotten a perm
before?

Chutney: Yes.

Elle: How many would you say?

Chutney: Two a year since I was 12. You do the math.

(Elle nods)

Elle: You know, a girl in my sorority, Tracy Marcinko.

Elle: You know, a girl in my sorority, Tracy Marcinko, got a perm once. We all
tried to talk her out of it. Curls weren’t a good look for her. She didn’t have
your bone structure. But thankfully, that same day, she entered the beta
Delta Pi wet T-shirt contest, where she was completely hosed down from
head to toe.

Female Lawyer: Objection! Why is this relevant?

Elle: Oh, I have a point, I promise.

Judge: Then make it.

Elle: Yes, ma’am. Uh, Chutney why is that Tracy Marcinko’s curls were ruined
when she got hosed down?
Chutney: Because they got wet.

Elle: Exactly. Because isn’t it the first cardinal rule of perm maintenance that
you’re forbidden to wet your hair for at least 24 hours after getting a perm at
the risk of deactivating the ammonium thioglycolate?

(Female lawyer shocked)

(Chutney got nervous)

Chutney: y-yes.

Elle: And wouldn’t somebody who’s had, say 30 perms before in their life be
well aware of this rule?

(Chutney tearing up)

Elle: And if in fact you weren’t washing you hair, as I suspect you weren’t,
bacause your curls are still intact, wouldn’t you have heard the gunshot? And
if in fact, that you have heard the gunshot, 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 you story plausible.

(Female Lawyer shocked and slowly standing)

Elle: Isn’t that right?

Chutney: She’s my age, did she tell you that? How would you feel if your
father married someone who was your age?

Elle: you, however, had time to hide the gun, didn’t you, Chutney? After you
shot your father.

Chutney: I didn’t mean to shoot him! I thought it was you walking through
the door.

(Chutney pointing at Brooke)

(Brooke shocked)

(Everybody was shocked)

(Elle shocked as well)

Judge: Order, Order. Order.

(Elle turns around to see Emmett)

Elle: Oh, my god.

Brooke: Wow.

Judge: Oh, my god.

(Shots at Emmett)

Judge: Bailiff, take the witness into custody, where she will be charged for
the murder of Heyworth Windham. In the matter of this state versus Brooke
Windham, this case is dismissed. Mrs. Windham, You are free to go.

(Shots: Elle walking towards Emmett to shake hands)

(Brooke smiling widely)

Everybody: Yes!

(Everyone celebrates)

(Hugs and cheers)

(Claps)

(Brooke and Elle hug each other)

--Last scene—

(Elle walking down stairs with Brooke)

(Several interviewers rush at her)

(Warner cashing Elle)

Warner: Elle, Elle, Elle, Elle.

Elle: What?

Warner: I just wanted to say that you were so brilliant in there. And that I
was wrong. And you are the girl for me.

Elle: Really?

Warner: Poor bear, I love you.

Elle: Oh, Warner. I waited so long to hear you say that.

(Warner smiles)

Elle: but if I’m gonna be a partner in a law firm by the time I’m 30, I need a
boyfriend who’s not such a complete bonehead.

(Elle walks away)

(Warner left completely speechless)

(Elle walks out of the door)

------The end-----------