Four Rooms Page #21

The light of the fireworks dances its reflections off her face.

She inhales deeply . . . then makes a sour face. She goes for the bathroom,

arms outstretched like a blind girl. She gets to the bathroom, turns on the

light, and searches for the sink.

She begins to wash the ointment off her eyes very carefully. She dries her

eyes thoroughly and opens them . . . checks them in the mirror. A little

red, but otherwise fine.

She goes back into the bedroom, turns on the television and grabs the new

champagne bottle. She shakes it violently.

Juancho wakes. He turns his head to her. His eyes are still closed.

JUANCHO:

Are you watching TV?

The champagne bottle explodes. She pours herself a glass.

SARAH:

Yep. If you wanna watch too, you have to go wash your face.

Juancho gets up smiling and tries to run to the bathroom. He slams into the

wall, hard.

SARAH:

Be careful . . .

Juancho walks into the bathroom a little slower, more cautious.

Sarah pours herself another glass. She downs the glass and shudders.

She smells the bad smell again. Only now she really smells it.

She smells her feet. Nothing. She smells the champagne. Nothing.

Juancho enters the room and sits on the bed. Sarah grabs his foot and

smells it. She drops his foot.

Juancho stares blankly at her.

Sarah looks down at the mattress. She smells the mattress.

Juancho looks at her as if she's drunk.

Sarah leaps off the bed and turns on the room lights. She takes a huge swig

from the champagne bottle, then stalks toward the mattress.

Juancho leaps off the bed as well and stands back.

Sarah pulls the mattress off of the bedsprings enough to see what is

underneath it.

Juancho screams. Sarah is too stunned to scream. Stuffed into the

bedsprings is a woman's dead and beaten corpse.

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CLOSE ON:

Ted's phone ringing.

Ted looks at the phone as if pondering whether or not to answer it. He taps

his fingers. Finally he answers the phone.

ROOM 716

SARAH:

Ted!

TED:

What do you want now, for Christ's sake! Who died?

SARAH:

(near tears)

I don't know, but she's in my bed!

TED:

What?

SARAH:

There's a dead body in my bed!

TED:

That's just your brother. Sound asleep.

SARAH:

No, there's a woman's dead body inside the bed, in the mattress.

TED:

You saw the body?

SARAH:

Yes!

TED:

Impossible. You've got ointment on your eyes! You can't see

sh*t! Now go to sleep!

Ted hangs up the phone.

Sarah redials.

Ted answers.

TED:

Godammit, go to sleep!

SARAH:

(crying now)

I washed it off . . .

TED:

You washed off the ointment?

SARAH:

(pissed, drunk)

Yeah, didn't you ever think to do that?

Ted is quiet on the line. Thinking.

Juancho lights up a cigarette for real and takes nervous puffs.

Sarah carries the phone over to Juancho and snatches the cigarette away

from him. She stuffs it in her own mouth and nervously takes a long drag on

it.

SARAH:

(through cigarette)

You never tried it, did you? Then you agree I'm smarter

than you . . .

TED:

All right. Now you listen to me . . .

SARAH:

Get your ass up here and call the police, because there's a

dead body in my bed and it smells like sh*t and it looks

even worse, and if you don't help us, my dad is gonna lay

you down right next to her, I swear to f***ing God!

She drinks from her champagne bottle. She's pulling the mattress back over

the corpse again.

JUANCHO:

Go, sis.

She's drunk all right.

TED:

(incensed)

I'm coming up and if there isn't a dead body by the time

I get there, I'll make one myself. You!

FRONT DESK:

Ted slams down the phone.

As he walks away from the counter, he spots the children's parents driving

up to the valet out front.

TED:

Oh sh*t!

Ted breaks into a sprint and dives into a closing elevator.

CUT TO:

ROOM 716

Sarah continues to cover the body with the mattress.

ELEVATOR:

Close on Ted's face as the elevator car races up seven floors.

LOBBY:

The Man is carrying his drunk Wife through the lobby. Not happy.

ROOM 716

Ted bursts into the room. He sees the disarray.

Ted pushes the champagne out of Sarah's hand, spilling it onto the floor.

TED:

What the f*** is going on??!!

He sees Juancho with the cigarette hanging out of his mouth and rips it

away from him. The butt goes flying onto the carpet near the spreading

champagne spill.

TED:

Your parents are on their way up and I'm not taking

responsibility for this mess!

SARAH:

Check under the mattress!

TED:

For what?

SARAH:

(crying)

For the body, can't you smell it?

TED:

It's your feet!

Sarah grabs the mattress and pulls it off herself.

Ted sees the rotting corpse.

Vomit spews out of Ted's mouth.

TED:

(gurgles through vomit-spewing lips)

Jesus f***ing Christ! What the f*** is this?

He tears at the phone.

TED:

(into the phone)

Police, it's an emergency!

(pause)

Hello, Police, this is the Mon Signor Hotel, get someone up

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