Lost in Translation Page #9
She sees a sushi chef game where you have to cut an electronic
fish.
She looks at a firefighter game, and rows of plexi boxes
filled with some little character dolls you try to win.
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INT. GALLERY BOOKSTORE - DAY
Charlotte looks at the shelves of books she passes, she flips
through some books.
She walks over to a small gallery space and goes up to the
wall to see the small photos.
They are of tied-up, partially naked Japanese school girls,
one girl is spanking another one with a stuffed animal. She's
making a face of ecstacy.
Charlotte looks at it, not getting it.
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EXT. SHIBUYA - DAY
Charlotte stands alone on a side street, smoking a cigarette
and watching the CROWDS go by.
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EXT. SHIBUYA - DAY
Charlotte walks up a little street filled with shops.
She stops at a window of cute underwear that she.looks at.
She goes into the shop.
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INT. CHARLOTTE'S HOTEL ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
51C.U. Charlotte's lips. She puts watermelon color lipstick
on.She looks at herself in the mirror in her new underwear.
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We hear the shower running in the bathroom.
Charlotte decorates the room, putting up some paper cherry
blossom decorations.
She goes over to the bed and stubs her toe on it, as she
flops down.
CHARLOTTE:
Ouch.
She holds her toe, annoyed with her klutziness.
John talks to her from the shower.
JOHN (O.C.)
At the fitting, they had all these
rock n roll clothes, the label guys
kept saying lock n loll, though, but
the band doesn't look tough at
all...they look better just skinny
and nerdy, like how when they came
in...they looked so uncomfortable in
these Keith Richards clothes, they
should just be like they are, don't
you think?
She's drifted off.
CHARLOTTE:
Yeah.
JOHN:
Yeah, I think you're probably right...
because when you try to...
He gets out and is rushing to get his stuff together to go.
Charlotte's lounging on the bed in her new pink underwear.
She tries her scarf on that she's been knitting.
CHARLOTTE:
Do you think it's done?
JOHN:
I don't know.
He goes to get all his stuff together.
He passes an ashtray with cigarette butts in it.
JOHN:
Will you please stop smoking?
CHARLOTTE:
But I like to... and I don't smoke
that much.
JOHN:
Its bad for you.
CHARLOTTE:
Ok, I will... later.
He picks up a camera from a table in the corner. He looks at
the self-help audio book box.
JOHN:
A Soul's Search:
Finding Your TrueCharacter and calling? Is this yours?
CHARLOTTE:
Oh... that's nothing, someone gave
it to me.
JOHN:
You don't have to be embarrassed.
CHARLOTTE:
I'm not. It's just corny, but I'm
not into it.
JOHN:
It's ok if you are.
He kisses the side of her face and her shoulder like a cute
pet, and then continues getting his stuff together.
John sets two bottles of Cristal on the bed next to her, not
really seeing her.
JOHN:
Oh, the record company sent these...
CHARLOTTE:
Mmm, I love Cristal, let's have some.
JOHN:
I gotta go... and I don't really
like champagne.
As he unplugs his cell phone from the wall.
JOHN:
Are you sure you want to stay?
CHARLOTTE:
Are you sure you have to go?
He looks at her - like don't make it harder.
CHARLOTTE:
Yeah, I know you have to work the
whole time, I'll probably have more
fun here. I'll call Charlie and those
guys.
JOHN:
Ok, definitely call them, I'll be
back Friday. I love you.
They kiss.
CHARLOTTE:
I love you.
He tackles her, kisses her, bites her, grabs her ribs,
tickling her in a burst of affection. She laughs, her arms
around his neck.
CHARLOTTE:
I miss you.
JOHN:
It'll just be a few days.
He kisses her and is off.
Charlotte sits there alone with the unopened bottles of
champagne.
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INT. PARK HYATT POOL - EVENING
Water splashes as Charlotte dives into the pool (in a one-
piece bathing suit) as the sun goes down.
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