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INT. HOTEL LOBBY. DAY
Paul leads Zozo and the valet into a magnificent lobby, a tasteful
blend of Africa and Europe. Guests stare as water sloshes and spills
from the crate.
GREGOIRE, early thirties the receptionist behind the desk throws a look
of disapproval. Paul, imperial, snaps his finger toward him.
PAUL:
(re:
spilled water)Gregoire. Take care of this.
Gregoire engages a guest in chit-chat, ignores Paul.
PAUL (CONT'D)
Gregoire! See to this right away.
The elevator door opens and reveals BIK the Belgian hotel manager, mid-
40's, reading some reports. He looks up, sees Paul and Zozo carrying
the box as they step in. Bik looks puzzled.
PAUL (CONT'D)
It's an emergency, sir.
Now Bik sees the wet floor.
BIK:
Paul!
PAUL:
Gregoire will deal with it, excuse me.
The elevator doors shut. Bik's left standing in disbelief.
INT. HOTEL KITCHEN. DAY
The crate is hefted onto a counter. The top pried off. A crowd of
cooks gathers around Paul and Zozo as they peer in.
ZOZO:
Any of them make it?
HEAD CHEF:
Into the sink!
They hoist up one end of the crate and LOBSTERS spill out. Many make
it into the sink, but some miss and slide across the counter and fall
onto the floor.
The cooks sort the living from the dead.
ZOZO:
Twelve are dead.
PAUL:
How dead?
The cooks smells a dead lobster, shakes his head no.
PAUL (CONT'D)
Dump the bad meat, save the shells, fill
them will ah, a stuffing, something
local.
COOK:
Cassava, and Tipali.
PAUL:
Yes. Call it 'fresh Scottish Lobster in a
cassava and Tipali crush'.
Paul fixes his tie, very pleased, another crisis solved.
INT. BANQUET ROOM/HOTEL MILLE COLLINES. DAY
Paul inspects the tables' fresh flowers, sparkling crystal glasses. He
looks to the bar - Grolsch on ice.
The sound of African drums fills the air.
INT. HOTEL LOBBY. DAY
Paul emerges, as a troupe of African male dancers in ceremonial costume
- Leopard skin dress, ostrich feather head dress, spears and shields
perform a greeting dance for a the American Ambassador and a crowd of
European dignitaries.
The male dancers are joined by a troupe of young female dancers in
similar ceremonial dress. The ceremony comes to a foot stomping finale.
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