Lost in Translation Page #2

The excited Director says more in Japanese. Translator nods

in understanding. Bob doesn't really know what's going on.

TRANSLATOR:

Like an old friend, and into the

camera.

DIRECTOR:

(to Bob))

Suntory Time!

They get ready, and roll camera:

Bob turns and looks suavely to the camera:

BOB:

For relaxing times, make it Suntory

Time.

The Director yells something about ten sentences long. The

translator nods.

TRANSLATOR:

Could you do it slower, and with

more intensity?

BOB:

Okay.

The Translator answers for him in four sentences.

ON THE MONITOR - we see the next take: the moody lighting

shines on Bob, the camera gets closer as he stares into camera

and gives them the line.

BOB:

For relaxing times, make it Suntory

Time.

CUT TO:

EXT. TOKYO - NIGHT

Shinjuku High rises sparkle.

INT. PARK HYATT BAR - NIGHT

Tall glass walls show the neon and high-rises of the city.

A sad and romantic Bill Evans song plays. Bob sits alone

with a scotch at the bar.

Some drunk AMERICAN BUSINESSMEN, with their ties thrown over

their shoulders recognize him.

BUSINESS GUY:

Hey- you're Bob Harris- you're

awesome, man.

ANOTHER BUSINESS GUY

Yeah, I love Sunset Odds! BOB Oh,

Ok, thanks.

BUSINESS GUY:

Man, that car chase-

Bob nods.

INT. BOB'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Bob comes back to his room. The maids have left everything

perfect, his beige bed is turned down, and the TV has been

left on to a channel playing a montage of flower close-ups

in nature while sad violin music plays. It's supposed to be

relaxing, but it's just sad.

CUT TO:

Bob lies in bed. He flips through TV channels from the remote

control. He passes a Japanese game show, to an 80s Cannon

Ball run-type movie with him in it dubbed into Japanese. He

turns it off as he hears a knock at the door.

He goes to the door, and opens it part way.

WOMAN (O.C.)

(Raspy Japanese voice)

Mr. Harris?

BOB:

Yes?

WOMAN:

Mr. Kazuzo sent me.

BOB:

Oh?

WOMAN:

Can I enter?

He pauses, then opens the door.

A WOMAN in her forties in a short tight leather mini skirt

and stockings comes in. She is wearing '60s style make-up.

Bob sits on the bed not sure what to do as he watches her.

Bob's POV - We see her back to us as she puts a CD on the

stereo - it begins to play: Serge Gainsberg and Brigitte

Bardot sing "Bonnie & Clyde". The woman turns slyly around

and shimmies over to Bob.

WOMAN:

(as she tries to

undress him)

Mr. Harris?

BOB:

Yes?

WOMAN:

Do you like massage?

BOB:

I don't think so.

WOMAN:

Mr. Kazuzo send Premium Fantasy.

She pushes him back onto the bed. He hesitates, but then

goes along with it passively.

WOMAN:

My stockings.

BOB:

Yes?

WOMAN:

Take them.

He fumbles with her stockings, trying to do as she says.

WOMAN:

No - Lip them... Don't touch me!

He takes his hands back confused.

WOMAN:

Lip my stockings!

He backs away, as he tries to understand her.

WOMAN:

Lip them!

She throws her leg up to him on the bed.

BOB:

Huh?

She pantomimes ripping them. He finally understands.

BOB:

Oh, you want me to rip them?

He pulls at her stockings trying to rip them, but they just

snap.

She pretends to struggle.

WOMAN:

Please let me go!

He pulls his hands away. She grabs them and puts them back

on her, and keeps struggling dramatically. They wrestle around

awkwardly, her pretending to try to get away, but not letting

him go. She rips her stockings and falls off the bed in fake-

defense.

WOMAN:

Let me go!

She pulls a confused Bob down on top of her. He doesn't know

what she wants.

She rips another stocking and pins him on the ground. He

tries to crawl away, she grabs his leg and trips him. He

grabs a nearby table leg as he falls, the lamp crashes to

the floor, the room goes black.

BOB:

I think you should leave.

CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - DAY

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