Four Rooms Page #16

You open that box and they disappear forever. A bad secret

will rip you apart, but the good one are all you got. In the

end, when all the people you knew are dead and gone, all you'll

have left are you secrets. And when you die, the box is open

and it all blows away--dust to dust--all the anger, jealousy,

desire and love just blow away.

Sigfried throws his hand out to help Ted up.

SIGFRIED:

(continuing)

So you know what I say, let's call it a truce, kiddo.

Sigfried takes Ted by the hand and leads him to an open window. Ted is

overcome by the sweetness in Sigfried's voice and follows him to the window

willingly. The two men look out into the dark Los Angeles night.

SIGFRIED:

(continuing)

I'm a man of love, Theodore. Love is all I live for.

TED:

I can see that.

SIGFRIED:

Maybe to a fault.

TED:

Don't beat yourself up over it.

SIGFRIED:

That's nice of you to say, Ted, but I probably should make

a clean break of it, cut her loose and get my own place. I

just can't imagine living without her. Do you think I should

seek professional help?

TED:

It's not for everyone, but maybe in your case it could help.

SIGFRIED:

You ever been out on the ocean at night?

Ted shakes his head.

SIGFRIED:

(continuing)

I have . . . scary as a motherf***er, all that darkness around

you. It's like a big black carpet rolled out as far as the eye

can see. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you'll see a light. It

could be as small as a little spark, but it will cut a path

straight through all that blackness, straight to you. It could

be another boat, or some distant fire on an island, but that

light will shed a shining path of diamonds cutting through

mile after mile of darkness to lie at your feet. That's love,

Ted, it's like a path of light in an ocean of darkness.

Ted and Sigfried stare out of the window in peace, transfixed by the

glimmering lights of the city. A loud SHOT rings out, shattering the still

moment. The two men spin around. Angela stands there with a smoking gun

hanging at her side. Sigfried drops to his knees. Ted checks him out, no

blood. Angela has fired the gun into the floor below. Ted looks up at

Angela. Angela opens the chamber of the pistol and hands the bullets to

Ted.

ANGELA:

(to Ted)

You'd better go check to see if I killed anybody downstairs.

Sigfried is bent over, silently weeping on the floor.

TED:

You people gonna be okay?

Angela sits next to Sigfried and gently strokes his back.

ANGELA:

We're fine, Ted.

Ted points to a tray with half-eaten food on it.

TED:

Would you like me to . . . ?

ANGELA:

Another time, Ted.

Ted slowly walks toward the door and takes one last look at the strange

couple at rest in the corner of the room before closing the door behind

him.

CUT TO:

INT. HALLWAY--MOMENTS LATER

Ted walks down the hallway, lost in thought. An energetic Young Guy with a

bouquet of flowers plows into him.

YOUNG GUY:

Happy New Year, buddy.

TED:

Happy New Year.

YOUNG GUY:

I was just in room 404, what a party! You know where room 409 is at?

TED:

Beats me. It's somewhere around here.

The guy takes off in the direction Ted's walking from. Ted suddenly

realizes who this guy is and whips around, shouting to the Young Guy.

TED:

(continuing)

Hey, what's your name?

The door SLAMS on room 409.

FADE OUT:

FADE TO BLACK:

STORY TITLE CARD:

room 716

"THE MISBEHAVERS"

FADE UP:

THE FRONT DESK:

SUPER:
10:30 p.m.

Ted is relaxing at the front desk. He breathes slowly. He finally has one

moment's peace after an already long night. He even has a chance to

straighten his tie.

The phone RINGS.

TED:

Front desk.

CUT TO:

ROOM 716

CLOSE-UP of a cigarette hanging out of a Man's mouth as he speaks into the

telephone.

MAN:

Bottle of Moet et Chandon. Fast.

Man hangs up the phone and stubs out his cigarette into an already

overstuffed ashtray by the bed. Man turns around to face the camera. He is

a dark and handsome Latin male in his mid-30s. Dangerous. Impatient.

He walks toward the camera as he continues straightening his tie.

He stops at the door of the bathroom and watches his Wife and two kids get

ready for the party. Wife seems to be a beautiful woman in her mid-30s. The

children are Sarah, nine, and Juancho, six.

Man strikes up another cigarette and finishes his tie.

He watches his Wife comb Juancho's hair down and to the side like an idiot.

Not being able to stand it anymore, Man tears Juancho away from his Wife

and snatches the comb.

MAN:

Give me that . . .

Man begins to slick Juancho's hair back.

MAN:

There . . . see? You look cool with your hair up like this.

Like me . . . .

Juancho is smiling now. He's happy he's going to look like his dad.

MAN:

Not down and to the side, all stupid like your mom likes to

comb it.

Juancho looks over at Sarah, who is going through the tortuous ritual of

having her mother brush the tangles out of her long, unmanageable hair.

Wife seems to be taking out her aggressions on the tangled mess.

Man is starting to have problems of his own with Juancho's hair. Juancho's

hair is thinner than Man's, so it won't stay up.

Man puts down his cigarette in order to get a better handle on it. We see

the frustration growing in his face.

Juancho picks up the cigarette and pretends he's smoking too, just like his

dad.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes