Lost in Translation Page #12

BOB:

I know. I don't either.

CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL HALL - NIGHT

Bob carries a very drunk Charlotte to her room. Her purse

dangling from his arm.

INT. CHARLOTTE'S ROOM - NIGHT

He puts her on her bed. He takes her shoes off for her and

pulls a blanket over her.

He looks at her lying on the bed.

She opens her eyes to smile at him. He wants to kiss her,

but he leaves.

CUT TO:

INT.HOTEL HALL - NIGHT

He walks down the empty hall, not wanting to leave her.

As he goes he looks at various trays of leftover room service

in the hallway.

INT. BOB'S ROOM - NIGHT

Bob comes back to his room, tripping over the carpet samples.

He makes a phone call from bed. He's still a little drunk

and thinking about his night out in Tokyo.

BOB:

Lydia?

LYDIA (O.S.)

Hello, darling.

BOB:

Lydia, I went to this great house

tonight, this guy designed and built,

you would have loved it.

LYDIA (O.S.)

Oh, yeah? I wish I had seen it.

BOB:

He was this fashion guy, and there

were all these Japanese fashion people-

it's a whole other world, and I was

talking to these Japanese surfers...

He was playing all this great music-

I have to find out what it was...

LYDIA (O.S.)

That sounds great — can you hold

on...

(talks to daughter)

What Zoe?

ZOE (O.S.)

I don't want it.

LYDIA (O.S.)

Well, you have to have something for

breakfast. Do you want cereal?

ZOE (O.S.)

No.

LYDIA (O.S.)

Just trying to get her to eat

something...I'm glad you're having

fun.

BOB:

Yeah, its really different here.

LYDIA (O.S.)

Well, that's good, I have to get the

kids off for school. Can I call you

in a little while?

BOB:

It's four in the morning... I'm going

to go to sleep.

LYDIA (O.S.)

Ok, well... I love you.

BOB:

I love you, too, good-night, or good-

morning .

LYDIA (O.S.)

Good-night.

He hangs up.

FADE OUT:

INT. CHARLOTTE'S ROOM - MORNING

Charlotte can-'t get out of bed. She looks at the clock-

it's 10 a.m. She picks up the phone.

CUT TO:

INT. BOB'S ROOM - MORNING

Bob (still in camouflage T-shirt from last night) answers

the phone by his bed.

BOB:

(grumbly)

Hello?

CHARLOTTE (O.S.)

It's Charlotte.

BOB:

Charlotte, who?

CHARLOTTE (O.S.)

Thanks for getting me back in one

piece.

CUT TO:

C.U. Charlotte's feet on her bed

BOB (O.S.)

Of course.

CHARLOTTE:

Do you want to have some breakfast?

C.U. her hand wraps the phone cord around her fingers.

BOB (O.S.)

Yeah, I'm going to take a shower and

I'll meet you downstairs.

CHARLOTTE:

OK, see you downstairs.

CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - DAY

They sit in the bright light. She squints and drinks a Bloody

Mary. Bob is distant.

She looks across at two middle-aged MID-WESTERN WOMEN talking

about plastic surgery, you can't hear them, but can tell as

they gesture and one pulls her eye lids up.

Charlotte looks at another table by the elaborate buffet and

sees the redhead Singer having breakfast with the rest of

Sausalito.

CHARLOTTE:

(trying to make it

light)

Hey look, it's Sausalito.

BOB:

I see them every morning.

They don't know what to say. Somehow it's too intimate having

breakfast. She eats her breakfast aware of her every movement.

C.U. - her POV of soft scrambled eggs.

CUT TO:

EXT. GOLF COURSE - DAY

In the distance, Bob swings on a perfect golf course.

FADE OUT:

INT. CHARLOTTE'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Charlotte lies in bed awake. The clock says its 4 a.m.

Finally she gives up on trying to sleep, and turns the light

on. In John's old T-shirt and Ugg boots, she goes to the

couch, looks at some strange pastry with an elaborate

presentation left by the hotel.

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