Four Rooms Page #5

ELSPETH:

She stays!! Or I go--along with my offering!

The women have a stare-down. Then Athena calls out--

ATHENA:

TURN OF THE F***ING TV, MAN!

KIVA:

(in a seductive pout)

Make me . . .

Elspeth becomes anxious with jealousy. Athena is exasperated as she firmly

demands from Elspeth--

ATHENA:

Let's not forget--I am the High F***ing Priestess. Deal

with dis girl!

Elspeth defers to Athena with remembered reverance and respect. She bows

apologetic and scurries to the bedroom.

ATHENA:

(eyes lifted to heaven, wearily)

Tell me--did we have these problems in Salem? I don't

think so . . .

IN THE BEDROOM:

Elspeth swallows her rage and approaches the brat with a soft touch.

ELSPETH:

Kiva . . . you know what I love about you?

Kiva smirks . . . yeah, she knows.

ELSPETH:

Your sweet side.

KIVA:

And what do I get if I'm sweet?

ELSPETH:

You get whatever you want. And you know what else I love

about you?

KIVA:

(seduced now)

What?

ELSPETH:

Your nose.

And saying this, she kisses Kiva's nose and leaves the room. Kiva is

quieted now. As Elspeth closes the bedroom door, she has the last word.

ELSPETH:

And I saw you checking her out.

Kiva slinks back on the bed, put in her place--for now.

IN THE HALLWAY/EXT. ELEVATOR--DUSK

The doors open and Ted pushes a cart of expensive designer luggage--and

lots of it--behind yet another Gorgeous Gal. This one is Jezebel, a

Southern beauty, fawning over her cat, as she carries nothing else, and

proceeds down the hall like a Southern princess.

JEZEBEL:

(talking to her cat in baby talk)

Oh you little stinker . . . oh you sweet little muffin. Yes . . .

Mama loves the baby.

AT THE DOOR:

Jezebel bursts in, chattering.

JEZEBEL:

Well, this is just darlin'! Just darlin' Hi-dee, girls . . .

Ted carries all her bags inside awkwardly. Again, the place has become all

the more tranformed with wild canopies of exotic cloths and fixings.

Elspeth and Athena are hard at work on a strange nature sculpture as

Jezebel enters. She stands inside the powdered circle and before the hot

tub, which now has dark blue water swirling inside. She presents her

cat--upward toward heaven--frees the cat, bares her breasts and sucks in

the vibes:
"Ahhhh."

Ted settles the bags down, hoping for a peek at her charms, but her back is

to him. The kitty rubs on her leg. She picks it up and presses it against

her bare breasts, petting it sweetly. She winks and hands him a tip.

JEZEBEL:

Toodle-loo.

And saying this, she shoos him away. Through the glass doors to the

bedroom, she sees Kiva sprawled on the bed, writing on herself.

JEZEBEL:

Well--I see Elspeth has herself a new lil' fool--what the

hell is she doin' here on our night of annual ritual?

ATHENA:

(wearily)

I have sanctioned her presence, as long as she behaves.

Come on--there is more work to be done to welcome our

great Diana.

KIVA:

I WANT ROOM SERVICE!!

ELSPETH:

Why do I always attract girls who are looking for a babysitter?

JEZEBEL:

Well now, honey, maybe Juvenile Hall ain't the best place

to find serious relationship material.

Elspeth seethes at her. Jezebel acts blithely innocent.

IN THE HALLWAY:

Ted is walking from the room with the cart. His face is etched in a mask of

perpetual frown as he looks at the tip in his hand--at least these

lunachicks tip well.

Waking him out of his deep mood is Raven. Another female intoxication, she

wears a short skirt, all done up in Native American, Southwestern themes.

No shoes. But she carries a small, old handmade broom. She moves down the

hall, blissed-out. Ted makes eye contact, despite himself.

RAVEN:

I'm looking for the room for making love.

TED:

You might be referring to the Honeymoon Suite. Straight

thata way . . . you can't miss it--see all that furniture in

the hallway--

RAVEN:

Oh I know the way. I just wanted you to know that I knew

where I was going and that you needn't bother yourself with

me. The others are here--great!

TED:

(wearily)

Oh yeah--it's so great--it's fantastic.

RAVEN:

(in deep empathy)

Ohhh . . . I know it all seems very strange but you're coping

with us much better than the bellboys of past New Year's.

TED:

Past New Year's?

RAVEN:

Oh yes--we've been coming here every New Year . . . for a

long time. Thanks for your patience.

TED:

Oh hey--no problem--wreck the place. Bring in cats. Ruin

the carpet with flea powder, pour paint in the Jacuzzi.

Throw the furniture out the . . . where're your bags?

RAVEN:

I travel very light.

Ted looks down at the broom at her side, her bare feets, her thick dark

hair. It keeps getting weirder. She wanders off.

INT. FRONT DESK--NIGHT

The last of the lovely girls arrives. She is different from the others. She

looks like a farm girl, very Earth Mother, with a tablecloth halter top and

skirt, sandals, and a simple scarf over her long dark curls. She carries

two bags by herself and holds a small black pot under her arm. She is Eva.

TED:

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