Lost in Translation Page #5

She rips another stocking and pins him on the ground. He

tries to crawl away, she grabs his leg and trips him. He

grabs a nearby table leg as he falls, the lamp crashes to

the floor, the room goes black.

BOB:

I think you should leave.

CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - DAY

In the harsh sunlight of the big windows Bob eats breakfast

alone. Next to him is a table of TEXANS in cowboy hats. At

another table a JAPANESE COUPLE in sunglasses chain smoke

and drink coffee.

CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL ELEVATOR - DAY

Bob gets into the ded elevator. He is stopped momentarily by

the Concierge who asks him if everything is fine for his

stay.

In the elevator Bob's surrounded by JAPANESE BUSINESSPEOPLE

and a FAMILY dressed for a wedding.

Across, at the other side of the elevator he sees CHARLOTTE,

a pretty Ivy-league girl in her mid-twenties, and the only

other Westerner in the elevator. Her honey-colored hair stands

out in the crowd.

She's looking at him like you do when someone new comes in

the elevator, but the Japanese look straight ahead at the

elevator doors.

Charlotte and Bob look at each other across the Japanese

heads. She smiles, from one foreigner to another. The door

opens and she gets out with the crowd. Bob watches her leave.

MISS KAWASAKI:

Mr. Harris

He is approached by a group of eight excited people from the

commercial company there waiting to take him.

PRESS AGENT:

(as they are on their

way)

We just got a request from Tanabe

Mori-he is the Johnny Carson of Japan!

It is a big honor to be invited to

his show.

Bob feigns enthusiasm briefly.

MISS KAWASAKI:

Can you stay until Friday?

BOB:

I'll have to see about that.

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