Third floor, spare bedroom, den,
what have you. Mr. Pearlstine used
it as an office.
(low voice, to Meg)
Meg shrugs, who's that?
(moving, through a
The hotel guy? It's been in the
papers lately. His kids are all
suing each other over his estate.
He was a total recluse, paranoid,
rich as hell, he was worth thirty
million or something, now it turns
out they can't find half of it.
Somebody took something didn't
belong to them!
germane to showing the property.
(low, to Meg)
Stop calling it the property, you
(through a closet)
KID! NO ELEVATOR!
She looks at Meg and winks.
He checks his watch.
I don't know, doesn't that corner
seem funny to you?
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language: