The Limey Page #11

BATHROOM:

Adhara reacts.

ADHARA:

Sh*t.

She gets out of the tub and goes for the nearest towel.

Quickly wrapping herself, she exits.

BEDROOM:

Adhara enters and goes for her purse. She pulls the RINGING

phone out and answers it.

ADHARA:

Hello? Hey! Great. You got my message?

Yeah. No, Crestview Terrace, not

Crestview Place. Yeah, there's like three

different ways up the hill; the quick way

is to bear to the right. Sure. Okay.

Okay. 'Bye!

She hangs up and begins toweling her hair. After a moment

she stops. Something isn't right. She looks around the

room, and her eyes stop on the TV. Her brow furrows, trying

to place the familiar image on the screen: a girl towel-

drying her hair by the bed.

ADHARA:

That's me.

She looks over to see the video camera, which has been turned

on and pointed toward the bed. She's not sure if it's funny

or creepy.

CUT.

INT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE. DOWNSTAIRS. AFTERNOON.

Valentine mingling, all smiles and movement.

WILSON:

At the foot of the stairs. Watches him, all stillness and

intensity.

VALENTINE:

Catches Wilson's eye for a nanosecond, does a subtle double

take, then moves on.

INT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY. AFTERNOON.

Adhara, dressed, looking great, exits the bedroom and heads

for the stairwell.

INT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE. DOWNSTAIRS. AFTERNOON.

Adhara descends the stairs.

WILSON:

Turning to SEE her as she comes down.

ADHARA:

Makes her way across the room to Valentine.

ADHARA:

Hey, I thought you weren't a buffet

person.

VALENTINE:

I'm a gracious host.

WILSON:

Watching them, when --

GUY:

Excuse me?

Wilson looks at him. Reluctantly.

GUY:

Don't you work with Ian?

WILSON:

Ian?

GUY:

I could swear I met you with Ian at the

EMI offices in London.

WILSON:

Sorry. Wasn't me.

GUY:

You sure?

WILSON:

Unless I'm not who I think I am.

GUY:

That's too bad. Ian's got a good thing

going over there.

WILSON:

Yeah?

GUY:

Turned that place completely around. 180

degrees.

WILSON:

No kidding.

GUY:

What I like about Ian, he believes in a

chain of command, but not a chain of

respect, you understand what I'm saying?

WILSON:

Right. Chain of respect. That's good,

that.

GUY:

Yeah. I really admire the guy. Well.

Good to meet you.

WILSON:

Yeah. Cheers, mate.

The Guy leaves. Wilson sees that Adhara is now on the other

side of the room, separated from Valentine. He heads for

her.

VALENTINE:

Still dealing with people desperate to be the focus of his

attention. He notices:

WILSON AND ADHARA

Talking in a corner. She seems attentive.

VALENTINE:

In a SERIES OF CUTS, still being the gracious host, still

keeping his eyes on:

WILSON AND ADHARA

Who, in a SERIES OF CUTS, continue to talk. Finally, they

separate, Wilson heading outside onto a deck.

VALENTINE:

Excuses himself from a group of sycophants and goes to her.

ADHARA:

Valentine approaches and begins talking to her, low. After a

few moments of conversation, they both look toward:

WILSON:

On the deck outside. Joining Ed, who's taken refuge out here

with a plate of food. What Wilson can't belleve when he SEES

it -- is that behind Valentine's house, which is on top of a

high hill, is nothing but desolate scrub canyon. On the other

side of the railing around the deck, which is surely less

than regulation height, is a sheer drop into an abyss.

WILSON (cont'd)

(jumps back with only slightly

affected vertigo)

Flipping heck.

Ed, a little more accustomed to L.A. architecture, nods in

agreement.

ED:

If you could afford a house like this you

would buy a house like this.

Wilson edges forward to the rail again.

WILSON:

What are we standing on?

ED:

Faith.

They stand there looking out. Quite a view once you get used

to it. Breeze.

ED (cont'd)

(nods to the hazy distance)

You could see the sea from here if you

could see it.

WILSON:

Could you?

But now Ed gives Wilson a nudge -- SEEING that Valentine

inside the house is making his way out here.

WILSON:

Why don't you go nick one of those little

cooker what's its warming up the sausages

cocktail and meet me in the garage. Look

about for a toolbox while you're at it.

Ed considers. His is not to reason why.

ED:

Okay.

Ed moves off. Valentine steps up, smile fully loaded.

VALENTINE:

Hi. Terry Valentine.

He extends his hand. Wilson shakes it.

WILSON:

Pleasure.

VALENTINE:

Have we met? There's something I can't

quite --

WILSON:

EMI in London. I work with Ian.

VALENTINE:

Ah.

WILSON:

You must know Ian.

VALENTINE:

I don't.

WILSON:

Great bloke. Really turned things around

there. 180 degrees.

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