Lost in Translation Page #16

BOB:

Ok, whatever you think... I'm lost.

LYDIA (O.S.)

It's just carpet.

BOB:

That's not what I'm talking about.

LYDIA (O.S.)

What are you talking about?

BOB:

I don't know.

LYDIA (O.S.)

Is there anything I can do?

BOB:

I don't know... I want to be more

healthy. I want to eat better.

LYDIA (O.S.)

What?

BOB:

You know, eat healthier.

LYDIA (O.S.)

Alright?

BOB:

Not all that pasta.

LYDIA (O.S.)

Fine.

BOB:

Like Japanese food.

LYDIA (O.S.)

(sarcastic)

Why don't you just stay there, and

you can have it everyday.

BOB:

Oh, come on.

LYDIA (O.S.)

I have to go, Adam's tormenting Zoe,

I'll talk to you later. Are you going

to be Ok?

BOB:

Yeah, I'll be fine. Bye.

CUT TO:

INT. CAR - NIGHT

Bob rides in the back of a cab.

CHARLOTTE (V.O.)

(voice-mail message)

Hi Bob, it's Charlotte... how are

you doing today?... I'm going to

meet Charlie and those guys at this

place called Orange around ten...

come meet us if you get this...

CUT TO:

EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - NIGHT

Bob's cab pulls up at an empty office building.

INT. OFFICE BUILDING - NIGHT

Bob looks at a fax from Charlotte with a map, wondering if

he's in the right place. It's quiet and looks like a generic

office building.

He goes in the little metal elevator, and the door opens on

the 8th floor onto a little nightclub you would have never

thought was there.

CUT TO:

INT. ORANGE NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

Lights strobe and Peaches' seedy "F*** the Pain Away" booms

through the speakers.

Tan JAPANESE STRIPPERS with platinum hair dance and hang

from a pole on a little platform.

Bob sits alone on a brown ultra suede couch feeling out of

place and empty.

He looks over at a table of young AMERICAN INVESTMENT BROKERS.

He wishes he wasn't there, but tries to seem comfortable.

Charlotte shows up with Charlie and the other guys. She sits

down next to him, and gives him an 'are you going to kill

me?' look.

CHARLOTTE:

How long have you been here?

He looks at her like it's been forever. She smiles for

forgiveness.

They look over and see a WEIRD GUY in the corner getting a

lap dance, they look at each other, sharing the joke of the

place, but both uncomfortable about the sexuality of it.

Through a beaded curtain, Charlie and Bambi get lap dances

in a dark corner of pillows.

Charlotte looks at Bob.

CHARLOTTE:

C'mon, let's go.

CUT TO:

EXT. TOKYO STREETS - NIGHT

Bob and Charlotte go up to a cab, but the driver refuses

them. They don't know why, but just make their way down an

empty side street. Little plastic cherry blossom decorations

hang above them.

BOB:

Where's your husband?

CHARLOTTE:

(like she's said it a

million times)

Working.

BOB:

Do you ever see him?

CHARLOTTE:

(sorta)

Yeah.

BOB:

Do you know where we are?

CHARLOTTE:

No.

She puts a coin in a vending machine and takes a cold sake

"one-cup". A tiny brad Pitt head smiles at her next to an

iced coffee.

CHARLOTTE:

Isn't it weird there are no street

names in Tokyo... you'd think a city

like this would have street names...

you need a map to get anywhere...

look, there are no signs...

They keep walking, small figures on a little empty street.

FADE OUT:

INT. PARK HYATT LOBBY - NIGHT

As they make their way back, they pass a lounge off the lobby.

It's late, it's pretty empty, a housekeeper vacuums and

just a SLEEPING MAN sits in the back of the lounge, and a

snuggled up romantic JAPANESE COUPLE sit close to: Kelly,

the blonde actress, singing to them.

She stands facing them with a karaoke mic singing "Nobody

Does It Better" with all her heart.

Bob and Charlotte look at each other and keep walking (trying

to be invisible).

FADE IN:

INT.CHARLOTTE'S HOTEL ROOM - MORNING

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