Lost in Translation Page #14

CHARLOTTE:

Oh.

BOB:

We used to have fun, she used to

like to go to places with me for my

movies and we would laugh at all the

weirdos, but now she's tired of it

all. She never wants to leave the

kids, she doesn't need me, and they

don't need me, I feel like I'm in

the way. It gets complicated when

you have kids... that changes

everything.

CHARLOTTE:

That's too scary.

BOB:

When they're born its like Vietnam.

It's terrifying.

CHARLOTTE:

(getting tired)

No one ever tells you that...

BOB:

But, it's great being with them,

after they can talk, and can do things

with you.

CHARLOTTE:

That's nice. My parents were always

traveling, they weren't around so

much.

BOB:

Where'd you grow up?

CHARLOTTE:

In D.C., my dad was the Ambassador

to France in the eighties, so we

went to school in Paris for a few

years... but we mostly lived in D.C.,

and they were never around... and

then I moved to Los Angeles when

John and I got married... it's so

different there.

They are starting to get tired.

BOB:

I know.

CHARLOTTE:

John thinks I'm so snotty.

BOB:

You are.

CHARLOTTE:

I know, but that's what you like

about me.

She looks over at him. He does like her.

CHARLOTTE:

Why do you have to be with your

opposite, why cant similar people be

together?

BOB:

Because that would be too easy.

They fall asleep dressed, on top of the sheets, on opposite

sides of the bed.

FADE OUT:

EXT.STREET BASKETBALL COURT - DAY

Full of life, Bob plays basketball with some local guys.

All over the court, and towering over the other players, Bob

dominates the game.

CUT TO:

INT. BOB'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Bob looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, he feels his

stubble and sees that it's turning grey.

He opens the hotel shaving kit. He squirts shaving cream

from the child-size can. Even the razor is small. He covers

his face with shaving cream when the phone rings.

BOB:

Hello?

RECEPTION:

Mr. Harris, we have fax for you!

BOB:

Ok.

RECEPTION:

Do you want I send it to your room?

BOB:

(sarcastic)

Great.

RECEPTION:

Thank you, Mr. Harris.

He hangs up and shaves.

CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL GROUND FLOOR LOBBY - DAY

Bob gets out of the elevator- the Suntory group is waiting

for him. He ducks behind a wall and sneaks out a side entrance

of the hotel.

EXT. PARK HYATT - DAY

Bob comes out of the hotel into the sunlight. The street is

crowded with MOTORCYCLE GANGS going by, one waves a big flag.

Bob watches the strange scene in the street for a moment,

and then makes his way past.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAKINYAMA - DAY

He walks down a little street in a more old-fashioned

neighborhood. He's wearing new techno sneakers. He makes a

call on his cell phone.

BOB:

Miss Kawasaki? It's Bob Harris...

I'm not going to be able to do that

interview today.., yeah... ok....

Yes, I'd love to stay to be on his

talk show... sure.. ok... bye.

A light rain starts as he looks at a fax from Charlotte with

a map she's drawn and tries to figure out where he is - there

are no street signs.

EXT/INT. ICHICAN SUSHI - DAY

Bob finally finds the small restaurant. The automatic door

opens for him, and Charlotte, at the bar with the cute chubby

SUSHI CHEF, turns to Bob happy to see him. He is disheveled

from the rain and adorable.

He sits down next to Charlotte, she pours him a beer and

orders for him.

CHARLOTTE:

You made it.

BOB:

They really have to work on that

street name thing.

A perky recording voice says "Kornichiwa!" from his pocket.

CHARLOTTE:

What's that?

He pulls a pink Hello Kitty watch from his pocket.

BOB:

It's for my daughter.

CHARLOTTE:

How old is she?

BOB:

Four.

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