Lost in Translation Page #3

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.

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