FADE IN ON:
AN ESTABLISHING SHOT OF PARIS IN THE MONTH OF APRIL
THE LUXURIOUS LOBBY OF THE HOTEL CLARENCE
CAMERA MOVES to a CLOSE SHOT of the desk. In the background
is a revolving door leading to the street. Through the
revolving door comes a strangely dressed individual, obviously
one who doesn't belong in such surroundings. It is Comrade
Buljanoff, a member of the Russian Board of Trade. Despite
the spring climate of Paris, he still wears his typical
Russian clothes, consisting of a coat with a fur collar, a
fur cap, and heavy boots.
Buljanoff glances around the lobby, obviously over-whelmed
by its magnificence. The Manager, puzzled by Buljanoff's
strange appearance, approaches him.
Is there anything I can do for you,
He exits toward the street. The Manager returns to his
customary duties, when suddenly a second Russian, similarly
dressed, pushes his way through the door and gazes around.
It is Comrade Iranoff.
The Manager, definitely mystified by now, approaches him.
Just looking around.
Iranoff exits. Again the Manager returns to his duties, when
suddenly he sees that a third man, dressed in the same
fashion, has appeared in the revolving door. It is Comrade
Kopalski doesn't leave the revolving door at all but as it
turns, drinks in the whole spectacle of the lobby. The Manager
is by now dumfounded.
STREET IN FRONT OF THE HOTEL CLARENCE
A taxi stands at the curb. Buljanoff and Iranoff are waiting
beside it, Iranoff holding a suitcase. Kopalski, returning
from the hotel, joins the group.
Comrades, why should we lie to each
other? It's wonderful.
Let's be honest. Have we anything
like it in Russia?
(agreeing with him)
No, no, no.
Can you imagine what the beds would
be in a hotel like that?
They tell me when you ring once the
valet comes in; when you ring twice
you get the waiter; and do you know
what happens when you ring three
times? A maid comes in -- a French
(with a gleam in his
Comrades, if we ring nine times...
let's go in.