Lost in Translation Page #13

She picks up a magazine, but she's already looked at it a

few times before. She hears something and goes over to the

door. On her way, she passes her red T. Anthony suitcase

overflowing with stuff that looks like a bomb went off in

it.

A HOTEL MESSAGE envelope is slipped under the door. She opens

it to see a typed note from the operator:

"From:
Mr. Harris. Message: Are you awake?"

She smiles like she's gotten a valentine.

CUT TO:

INT. BOB'S ROOM - NIGHT

Bob opens the door, Charlotte's standing there trying to

look casual, she's happy to see him (she's put some pants on

and flip flops instead of her dumb looking Ugg boots).

She knocks into a low table, bumping her knee as she comes

in.

Bob pours some cold sake, smoothly.

Bob and Charlotte watch La Dolce Vita with Japanese subtitles

on the TV.

BOB:

Hans was very attentive to you.

CHARLOTTE:

I think he kind of liked me...Is

that so hard to imagine?

BOB:

No, its easy.

CHARLOTTE:

How'd a Japanese guy get a name like

Hans?

BOB:

I don't know.

CUT TO:

Anita Ekberg holds the kitten on T.V.

CUT TO:

Charlotte gets up to pour more sake.

She picks up and looks at a prescription bottle on his night

stand and reads the label : Lipitor.

CHARLOTTE:

Do you remember when we met at the

bar? ...You were wearing a tuxedo.

BOB:

But the first time I saw you was in

the elevator.

CHARLOTTE:

Really?

BOB:

Yeah, you don't remember?

She shrugs.

CHARLOTTE:

Did I scowl at you?

BOB:

No, you smiled.

CHARLOTTE:

I don't remember.

BOB:

I know, I kind of blend in here.

CUT TO:

PAN the view of Tokyo at night as we hear their conversation:

CHARLOTTE (O.C.)

Why do they switch the r's and l's

here?

BOB (O.C.)

I don't know. My fax said "have a

good fright".

CHARLOTTE (O.C.)

Let's never come here again, because

it would never be as much fun.

BOB (O.C.)

Ok, whatever you want.

CHARLOTTE (O.C.)

Did you see Hiromix last night dancing

with Bambi?

BOB (O.C.)

No, I was looking at you.

CHARLOTTE (O.C.)

Oh. Well... they were dancing on

the couch with that weird English

guy who kept talking about hanging

out with the Sex Pistols on Kings

Road...

BOB (O.C.)

I got a fax today from your friend

Hiromix.

CHARLOTTE (O.C.)

Oh, for her show?

BOB (O.C.)

No, for a candlelight dinner, yes,

for her show.

CHARLOTTE (O.C.)

Oh.

BOB (O.C.)

You're possessive.

CHARLOTTE (O.S.)

I know.

CUT TO:

Charlotte and Bob lie a few feet apart on the bed.

CHARLOTTE (O.S.)

I'm stuck. Does it get easier.

BOB:

No, yes, it does...

CHARLOTTE:

Yeah? But look at you.

BOB:

Thanks. It does, the more you know

who you are... you don't care about

things the same way...

CHARLOTTE:

I just don't know what I'm supposed

to be. I thought maybe I wanted to

be a writer... but I hate what I

write, and I tried taking pictures,

but John's so good at that, and mine

are so mediocre... and every girl

goes through a photography phase,

like horses, you know dumb pictures

of your feet...

BOB:

You'll figure it out. I'm not worried

about you. Keep writing.

CHARLOTTE:

But, I'm mean.

BOB:

That's ok.

CHARLOTTE:

And marriage, does that get easier?

BOB:

It's hard. We started going to a

marriage counselor.

CHARLOTTE:

Did that help? Did you learn anything?

BOB:

We established that we have no

communication.

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