Lord of Illusions Page #6

HARRY:

(to Blonde)

Yeah. It's French.

BLONDE GIRL:

For love, right?

BELLBOY:

Mister D'Amour?

HARRY:

(to Blonde)

Right.

BLONDE GIRL:

(grinning)

That's so cool.

BELLBOY:

Mister D'Amour?

Harry turns. He's wearing a washed-out Grateful Dead t-

shirt, an Italian cut linen suit, and glasses. He's

handsome, unshaven, 35-ish, with an open easy smile.

HARRY:

Yeah?

BELLBOY:

You haven't paid the cab. He won't

give us your bags 'til you pay him.

HARRY:

How much?

BELLBOY:

Thirty-five bucks.

HARRY:

Tell him he can keep them. The

Bellboy looks puzzled.

HARRY:

Just kidding.

Harry gets out his wallet and hands over four ten-dollar

bills.

HARRY:

I've got my life in there.

INT. HARRY'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY

On the suit-case, which is now on the bed. Harry flings it

open. Inside, mingled with the clothes, a bizarre collection

of items, which he tosses out onto the coverlet. A GUN. A

CRUCIFIX. A STATUE of Shiva, the Hindu Lord of creation and

destruction.

ON HARRY, as he heads into the bathroom. Turns on the

shower. Starts to undress.

EXT. STARDUST HOTEL - DUSK

Harry, his hair still wet from his shower, steps out into the

sun. Squints. Puts on sunglasses.

HARRY:

Hello, L.A.

BELLBOY:

Have a nice evening, Mr. D'Amour.

HARRY:

You bet.

EXT. MELROSE RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Harry stands, in a shabby doorway across the street from a

classy restaurant. It's RAINING.

ON TAPERT, a middle-aged, balding man with a very pretty

WOMAN opposite him, sitting at a table close to the window.

Tapert makes a joke (unheard). The woman laughs.

ON HARRY, chewing on a hamburger, as he speaks into his tape

recorder.

HARRY:

Nine-eighteen p.m. Tapert's either

got a great sense of humour or he's

paying her to laugh.

(looks at hamburger in

disgust)

Jesus.

On Tapert, as he rises from the table.

HARRY:

(into tape recorder)

He's finished.

Tapert exits the restaurant, and crosses the street. Harry

tosses his half-eaten hamburger away, and goes to his car.

EXT. HARRY'S CAR - MELROSE - NIGHT

Harry pulls the parking ticket off the windshield, screws it

up and gets in.

INT. HARRY'S CAR - MELROSE - NIGHT

HARRY:

(into tape)

Nine twenty-six p.m. He's off

again.

He turns the key in the ignition.

CUT TO:

EXT. QUAID'S OFFICES - SILVERLAKE - NIGHT

In neon blue and purple, a sign blazes in a store window. It

reads:
TAROT CARD AND CRYSTAL READINGS - $15 SPECIAL

ON TAPERT, as he hurries across the street, and through the

door beside the store window.

WE PAN OFF the door as Harry's car comes to a halt on the far

side of the street.

Harry gets out of the car. Stares at the sign in the window,

puzzled.

HARRY:

Superstitious?

He starts across the street. Suddenly:

TAPERT (V.O.)

Oh my God!

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