ERIN & THERESA
Erin Brockovitch
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Theresa sees impatience brewing, tried to intercede. Theresa: You know what why don’t I take Erin down the hall, so we can start on this stuff and I’ll fill her in on the rest … Erin: Hey—those are my files— Theresa: Yeah, we had them couriered over. And listen, good work. They’re a great start. We’re just going to have to spend a little time filling in the holes in your research. Okay, these people are starting to piss me off. Erin: Excuse me—Theresa was it? There are no holes in my research. Theresa: No offense. There are probably just some things we need that you probably didn’t know to ask. Erin: Don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot okay? I may not have a law degree, but I’ve spent 18 months on this case, and I know more about those plaintiffs than you ever will. Theresa: Erin, you don’t even have phone numbers for some of them. Erin: Whose number do you need? Theresa: Everyone’s. This is a lawsuit. We need to be able to contact the plaintiffs. Erin: I said, whose number do you need. Theresa: You don’t know six hundred plaintiffs’ numbers by heart? Erin stares at her. Theresa sighs, reluctantly glances down at a file. Theresa: Anabelle Daniels. Erin: Anabelle Daniels. 714-454-9346. As Theresa starts to write it down….
ERIN & THERESA
Erin Brockovitch
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Erin: 10 years old, 11 in May. Lived on the plume since birth. Wanted to be a synchronized swimmer, so she spent every minute she could in the PG & E pool. She had a tumor in her brain stem detected last November, had an operation on thanksgiving, shrunk it with radiation after that. Her parents are Rita and Ted. His brother Robbie and his wife May and their five kids, Robbie, Jr., Martha, Ed, Rose, and Peter lived on the plume too. Their number’s 454-9445. You want their diseases? Beat. Erin glances at Theresa, indignant. Theresa: Okay, look—I think we got off on the wrong foot here— Erin: That’s all you got, lady. Two wrong feet. In fucking ugly shoes.
