When you gonna pay up? That's three
weeks y-owe me!
Totally confused now, Walker sees something.
WALKER'S P.O.V. - a painting on a wall (cheap print variety) -
waves on a beach. A breeze rustles the pages of a calender, pinned
beside the picture.
TIGHT ON WALKER - MOVE IN on his ear. O.S. surf crashes on
shore. A WOMAN'S VOICE WHISPERS:
What's your name... What's your
He backs away from the painting, looks around in panic - sees a
TOILETS. An outlined hand points the way.
A PHONE on the front desk starts ringing.
The MANAGER, a squat man with glasses, steps through the bead
curtain just in time to see Walker run from the lobby.
(calls after him)
He grabs the receiver aggressively and barks into it.
INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT
ANGLE FOLLOWS Walker as he pushes shakily through a red door, runs
down a corridor.
Pipes on the walls steam and drip water.
Walker rounds a corner, slips, nearly falls.
INT. MENS' ROOM - NIGHT
Puddles on the floor, stains on the walls.
Walker bursts through the door and into a cubicle. He bends over a
toilet bowl and VOMITS.