Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight related stuff. So, if you see a sparkly vampire in this scene, it's all her. This chapter takes place in L.A. so you might see a lot of sparkly stuff in this scene.

Act One Scene Three:

{Chateau Marmont. Lunch time. Edward Cullen is seated outdoors awaiting Carey Mulligan, on the phone with Esme Cullen}

Edward: Mom, will you stop it? I'm not going to try to find Bella. Wherever she is, she won't need me. She doesn't need anybody.

Waiter: More water, sir?

Edward: {shakes head} I will try my best, OK? {phone beeps} Look, I have another call coming in. It's Carey. I'll talk to you when I get back. {listens} I don't know when that'll be. How long do you think it takes to rebuild a crumbling company? {listens} A lot longer than that. {laughs} Bye mom. {clicks over to Carey} Hey, I've ordered your favorite salad. And I've got a lot of ideas for doing endorsements in Asia. I hope you're- {listens} what? {listens, sitting back on his chair} You're sure?

{Edward throws his dining cloth on the table, flustered. He slams his fist on the table. Then, he relaxes himself}

Edward: I wasn't expecting that, no. I came down here because I thought we had a future together. So, no, I was not expecting that you signed with CAA last week. {listens} You do that. Cheers. {hangs up}

{Edward bows his head over the table, utterly defeated}

{A ruckus from the hotel lobby. Sounds of a woman yelling incoherently. Then, sound of a male with a gruff voice calling for security. Edward and the rest of the dining crowd, stand to get a better look of the oncoming ruckus. A couple of passersby recognize Edward}

Passerby #1: Hey, I know you! You're the guy who got hot sake all over him last week.

Passerby #2: Ooh burn.

{Edward ignores them walking away from his table. The shrill woman's voice comes closer. It sounds familiar to him.}

Passerby #1: He's a pussy. Look at him. I would've slapped her if I was him. Bitch made him soft.

Edward: {stops, turns to the passersby} Want to watch that mouth of yours before it gets punched in.

{Passersby laugh, not taking him seriously.}

{Shrill female voice is outside now, but still not in Edward's view. He is certain it's Bella now. He leaves his table to help her.}

{Bella Swan is high, wearing an oversized white t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, red pumps, messy hair and make up. She is escorted out by security.}

Bella: I'm leaving, OK? See? {pointing to the street, speaking softly} There's no more disorderly conduct. Out there, there's no nothing. Nothing.

Security #1: Do you have anyone to call to drive you home? Where are your friends?

Bella: {shrieking} Friends! Friends! {quieter} I miss them! I miss... I wish they would die!

{Edward stands a few feet away, out of Bella's eyesight, unsure and anxious.}

Security #1: Let's call her a cab. She ain't got nobody.

Security #2: How this girl on that billboard over there and ain't got nobody? {points over his shoulder at the promotional billboard of Bella and Ryan Gosling in the thriller, "Everyday is Red Roses"}

Edward: {walking up to the security guards} She does. She has me.

{Bella looks at Edward but does not see him. She is too high. She stumbles forward into Edward's arms}

Bella: You're my friend? You're my friend. You're my friend! {wraps her arms around Edward's neck} I have a room. You smell so good. I never used it... I don't think. I think it's clean. It's for friends to fuck.

Edward: {grimaces from the vomit and vodka on her breath} We'll go to my hotel instead, OK? Bella?

Bella: You're pretty. Your eyes...{pats his cheek} I remember your eyes...{grows somber, staring at Edward, focusing on him} Edward?

Edward: Yes. It's me. Your... friend.

{Edward hails a cab, helping Bella inside without any fighting. He tells the driver to drive to the Hilton.}

{Bella lies on his lap in the cab looking up at him, her eyes focused. Edward looks down at her, stroking her hair. Then, he looks out the window, suddenly overwhelmed.}

Edward: What are you doing, huh? You're destroying everything.

Bella: There's nothing left to destroy.

Edward: How could you say that? {pauses} Don't do this. I need you to be OK.

Bella: We were going to get married. We were gonna have pink chubby babies with green eyes.

Edward: Bella...

Bella: "Our love would go unchallenged. Our love will defy any obstacle. We will live in rapture."

{Tears fall down Bella's cheeks. Edward wipes them away.}

Edward: You memorized my vows?

Bella: I remember everything you've ever said to me. I remember... when...{reaches up to stroke his lips} when you didn't hate me.

Edward: I don't hate you. I could never hate you.

{Bella shuts her eyes, turning to face the front seat of the cab, lying in a fetal position}

Bella: God, make the spinning stop. The world won't stop spinning.

Edward: We're almost there, five minutes.

{Edward strokes her hair again, pulling it back from her sweaty neck. He sees a tattoo of a trail of hearts down the side of her neck to her shoulder. He traces them in awe. He had never seen these tattoos before. He searches for a second, spotting another tattoo of a cross on her ankle. It is the exact replica of the cross he has worn around his neck since the third grade. Esme gave it to him for his First Communion. He holds his cross in his hands, then traces the boundary of her tattoo.}