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INTERIOR GRANITA--AFTERNOON
Sunshine streams through a skylight into the Malibu restaurant. Fixtures and furnishings that might have been salvaged from Atlantis catch the light, reflecting and refracting it until everything is awash in the pastel blues of a watercolor seascape.
BARBARA LAZAROFF bursts through the front door with a confident, high-heeled stride. Wrapped in a flamboyant floral print with a huge bow crowning her brunet mane, she looks not unlike a birthday present.
Similarly resplendent in a pristine chef's jacket, pin-striped trousers, and stylish clogs, WOLFGANG PUCK emerges from the exhibition kitchen with his hair slicked back. He picks up a fork from one of the tables and polishes it pensively while BARBARA goes over Granita T-shirt prototypes with the MANAGER. The REPORTER is scribbling notes.
BARBARA (to REPORTER) We hate photo shoots. We thought we would get two of them out of the way today.
The REPORTER nods. BARBARA and WOLFGANG seat themselves at a table where PHOTOGRAPHER #1 is waiting.
BARBARA What are we supposed to be drinking?
WOLFGANG It doesn't matter.
BARBARA (to MANAGER) Can we have those colored drinks we mixed together the last time? The fake ones?
WOLFGANG White wine is fine.
BARBARA (firmly) I want the colored ones, Wolf. They look better.
PHOTOGRAPHER #1 starts snapping pictures. BARBARA and WOLFGANG put on a good show. She feeds him a breadstick. They giggle. They each pick up a breadstick and strike a fencing pose. More giggles. The GERMAN VOGUE CORRESPONDENT, scruffily dressed and aloof, is poking around in the background.
MANAGER The Kasems are coming tonight...
BARBARA Right. I know.
MANAGER ...and Victor Hugo's great, great, great grandson is going to be at Spago.
BARBARA (distracted) What's he doing here?
She indicates the GERMAN VOGUE CORRESPONDENT. The MANAGER shrugs.
BARBARA (to GERMAN VOGUE CORRESPONDENT) We're not open yet, so--GERMAN VOGUE CORRESPONDENT
No. The owner said it was OK.
He points toward WOLFGANG.
BARBARA Well, I'm the owner too and I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside.
The GERMAN VOGUE CORRESPONDENT ignores her and retreats to another corner of the restaurant. BARBARA, miffed, rushes over the WOLFGANG. He reassures her. Soon both of them are all smiles again for PHOTOGRAPHER #2, who poses the couple in front...