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here right f***ing now, there's a DEAD WHORE stuffed

under the mattress!

Tears well in Sarah's eyes as she looks at the body.

SARAH:

Don't call her that . . .

TED:

(into the phone)

I'm dead f***ing serious, there's a dead f***ing Whore

stuffed in the bedsprings of the f***ing bed!

SARAH:

Stop calling her that!!

Sarah grabs the hypodermic needle from under the curtain and stabs it into

Ted's leg.

TED:

F***!!

Sarah steps back, almost tripping over the champagne bottle. She picks up

the bottle and holds it defensively in case Ted tries to retaliate. Ted

spins around, now noticing the needle sticking out of his leg.

TED:

Jesus!!

Juancho lights up another cigarette.

The champagne spill has spread to the fallen cigarette butt. The carpet

bursts into flames around the spill.

CUT OUTSIDE TO:

EXT. ROOM 716

CLOSE ON a key going into the keyhole outside.

BACK TO:

ROOM 716

Ted tries to pull the syringe out of his leg, but yanking it makes it break

in two, the plunger in his hand, and the needle still stuck in his leg.

Ted staggers and grabs hold of the dead woman's foot for support as he

steps on the remote control, flipping the TV on to the Nudie channel, just

as . . .

Man opens the door.

Man stands at the door, drunk Wife unconscious on one arm, the door knob in

the other hand. He's looking mean.

Man's POV:
focused on the dead woman in the bedsprings. We pan up the dead

woman's leg to find Ted holding her foot. We pan down Ted's leg to find the

hypodermic needle jutting out . . . then pan over to the other hand holding

the broken syringe plunger.

We pan over to the Nudie channel, then down to the fire blazing behind the

children. Pan up to the dripping champagne bottle in Sarah's hand, then

over to the cigarette hanging out of Juancho's mouth. Juancho tosses his

cigarette out of his mouth to an area behind him. Another blaze starts

immediately.

Man drops his Wife to the floor.

In the WIDE SHOT of Ted and the children, we see that the fireworks are

bursting big and bright outside the window behind them. Almost as bright as

the flames eating through the room.

Man simply glares at Ted. Finally Man speaks . . .

MAN:

Did they misbehave?

Ted stares blankly at Man (the camera) as the sprinklers burst on . . .

drenching the room as the picture

FADES TO BLACK:

four rooms

FADE UP ON:

INT. HOTEL LOBBY--NIGHT

SUPER:
ONE MINUTE AFTER ROBERT'S STORY. TWENTY MINUTES BEFORE DAWN.

The elevator rides down to the lobby. The doors open and a wet, disheveled,

and frantic Ted steps out.

He staggers across the lobby to the reception desk. He grabs the phone.

INT. BETTY'S APT--ALMOST DAWN

The wild New Year's Eve party is winding down. Some Guests are passed out,

some are asleep, some are making out, two guys are playing Nintendo, a Girl

watches them. The phone RINGS. The Girl, who wears a "Guinness Stout"

T-shirt, answers the phone.

GUINNESS GIRL:

Happy New Year!

BACK TO TED:
BACK AND FORTH

TED:

Let me speak to Betty.

GUINNESS GIRL:

Party's over, she probably went home.

TED:

She lives there.

GUINNESS GIRL:

Oh, well, I haven't seen 'em in a while.

TED:

Do you even know who I'm talking about?

GUINNESS GIRL:

Yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . I know 'em, I know Eddy.

TED:

Betty, not Eddy.

GUINNESS GIRL:

Yeah . . . yeah . . . I know Betty too . . . Tall . . .

TED:

No, not particularly. She's got curly red hair.

GUINNESS GIRL:

No, no, no, no, no, I know, I know. Japanese girl.

TED:

She's not Japanese! I just said she had red hair.

GUINNESS GIRL:

Yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . I know her.

TED:

Well, then get her on the phone, it's an emergency.

GUINNESS GIRL:

Who--who should I say's calling?

TED:

Tell 'em Teddy from work's on the phone, and it's a

major f***in' emergency.

GUINNESS GIRL:

Gotcha, Betty from work.

TED:

Not Betty from work, I'm calling Betty! I'm Teddy.

Just say Ted.

GUINNESS GIRL:

Hi, Ted, I'm Margaret. You sound down. Has this not been

the happiest of New Year's?

TED:

(resigning himself to talking with Margaret)

No Margaret, this hasn't been my best New Year. This

year's starting off pretty badly.

MARGARET:

Awww, how come?

TED:

Well, Betty--the chick whose house you're at, even though

you don't know her--leaves me here all by myself on New

Year's Eve. And first thing right off the bat, I'm f***ed by

a coven of witches.

MARGARET:

An oven full of witches f***ed you? Is that like at the circus

when they stick all those clowns in an itty-bitty car?

TED:

A coven. A coven of witches. Well, one witch in particular.

MARGARET:

Was she an old hag with a mole, with hair growing out of it?

TED:

No-no-no, she was . . . quite beautiful.

Margaret thinks for a moment.

MARGARET:

Ted?

TED:

Yes.

MARGARET:

What's the problem?

TED:

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