Blast from the Past Page #16
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1999
- 112 min
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BELLBOY:
Thank you. Your father is a smart guy.
ADAM:
My father is a genius.
BELLBOY:
No kiddin'. Well...good night.
ADAM:
Good night! Sleep tight. Don't let
the bedbugs bite! That's what my Mom
always says...
(choking up)
...who I'm really beginning to miss.
I'm sorry. It's my first night away
from home.
BELLBOY:
How old are you?
ADAM:
Thirty-five.
BELLBOY:
You don't look thirty-five.
ADAM:
How old do I look?
BELLBOY:
Twenty-five? Around there.
ADAM:
I guess living up here makes people
look older.
BELLBOY:
Up here on the fifteenth floor?
ADAM:
(catching himself)
Yes. Up here on the fifteenth floor.
Goodnight.
BELLBOY:
Goodnight.
Adam abruptly shuts the door in the man's face.
He goes to the window and looks out. The height scares
him to death. He jumps back.
INT. SHELTER, DINNER TABLE - SAME TIME
Adam's parents pray.
CALVIN:
And Lord we ask finally that you send
an angel to look after and protect our
beloved son, Adam. Amen.
HELEN:
Amen.
She begins to tear up and he pats her hand.
Adam sits by the window watching his first dawn.
It's another bright, smoggy day. And here comes Eve,
marching from the parking garage to the hotel entrance.
EVE:
(skyward)
What in the hell am I doing here?!
That's what I'd like to know! Somebody
tell me that.
INT. FRONT DESK - MOMENTS LATER
Eve is speaking to a DESK CLERK.
DESK CLERK:
You don't have a last name?
EVE:
All I know is that his first name is
Adam. No! Adam Webber! That's it.
INT. ADAM'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
He is seated on the bed, transfixed, watching a
television commercial.The PHONE RINGS loudly. Adam
nearly jumps out of his skin. After he figures out where
the ringing is coming from, he answers the phone.
ADAM:
(into phone, after a long
pause)
Yes?
INT. LOBBY
At the house phone.
EVE:
(into phone)
Hi. This is the woman from the
baseball card store. Remember me?
INT. ADAM'S ROOM
Boy, is he glad to hear from her!
ADAM:
Yes! Hello! Hi! Hot-diggity-dog!
Thank you for calling me on the
telephone!!
INT. LOBBY
Eve holds the receiver away from her for a moment.
EVE:
Good grief. Hey listen, I'm in the
lobby.
(pause, then)
On the first floor! Where the hell
else would it be?
INT. LOBBY, ELEVATORS - MOMENTS LATER
The doors open and Adam hurries out, looking for Eve, who
he sees and goes directly to, smiling all the while like
a rumpled idiot.
ADAM:
I am so glad to see you!! I thought
I'd never see you again!
EVE:
Okay, down boy. (holds up the baseball
card) I can't take this for driving
you home. I wish I could, but I can't.
So here, take it back. I could have
just left it for you at the desk, but
it's very valuable. Now take it.
ADAM:
I can't, it's yours.
EVE:
Take it. damn it!
ADAM:
(with hand over his mouth)
Okay.
He takes the card.
EVE:
Why are you doing that?
ADAM:
I haven't brushed yet.
EVE:
Oh. Okay. Well, so long. Enjoy your
visit.
She heads for the front door. He goes after her.
ADAM:
Wait, Eve, please! Wait.
EVE:
Please don't follow me. Don't do it!
EXT. HOTEL - DAY
They exit.
EVE:
I knew this would happen! You're like
a lost puppy!
ADAM:
Can't you please just talk to me for
one second?
EVE:
Okay! Damn!
She stops, he stops.
EVE (CONT'D)
I should have taken the money and run!
That's what Troy told me to do! But
do I listen? No! Put your hand down!
He does.
ADAM:
Troy? Is he your husband? Or a
boyfriend?
EVE:
No.
ADAM:
(eyes to heaven)
Thank-Q!
EVE:
Oh, stop that! God! Listen, I know
you like me. I can tell. But you know
what? A lot of guys like me. Not me,
exactly. It's more like the legs or
the butt or the hair. Or some
combination of the above.
ADAM:
I think it's the eyes.
EVE:
The eyes. Okay. An eye-man. Anyhow,
it never works out. Okay? Not that
you even need to know that! You look
like crap, by the way. What have you
been doing?
ADAM:
Watching television in color.
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