Nocturnal Animals Page #4

Hutton glares at her as she walks away.

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EXT. HOLT RESIDENCE, BEL AIR CALIFORNIA. THAT NIGHT. 11

Susan and Hutton get out of their car. A black vintage

Bentley coupe. There are several impressive and flashy cars

parked in front of the door.

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INT. HOLT RESIDENCE, BEL AIR CALIFORNIA. NIGHT --12

CONTINUOUS.

We enter the house. It is beautiful and expensive. The art on

the walls is staggering and the mix of contemporary art with

18th century furniture and the modern architecture of the

house itself is eccentric in the extreme. A butler leads us

into a room filled with a small group of people. All know

each other well. Susan and Hutton are greeted with cheek

kisses.

10.

Susan stands talking with ALESSIA HOLT, 38, dressed in a

kaftan and covered in gold and turquoise jewelry. She is

tall, pale and her eyes are darkened with heavy liner and

even heavier shadow so that she almost has the appearance of

a raccoon. She moves her hands wildly when she speaks. She is

flamboyant but there is a kindness and gentle quality about

her. The two women are clearly close as is evident by their

easy rapport.

ALESSIA:

Are things a little better?

SUSAN:

He’s just having a hard time with

his business right now.

They glance across the room at Hutton who is speaking with

CARLOS HOLT early 50’s, silver hair, tall and elegant.

ALESSIA:

Carlos told me.

SUSAN:

I’m surprised. I thought we were

hiding it pretty well. Hutton would

be very upset to find out that

anyone knew. He just hates not to

win.

She looks over at him.

ALESSIA:

Are you sleeping? Did you call my

psychopharmacologist?

She takes a sip of her martini.

ALESSIA (CONT’D)

Did you call him? You should

because he’s a genius.

Hutton has pulled away from Carlos and stepped into the hall.

He is on his phone. Susan watches him.

Alessia reaches out and touches Susan’s arm.

ALESSIA (CONT’D)

Susan, I’m worried about you.

11.

Susan is focused on Hutton who is still on his phone.

ALESSIA (CONT’D)

Seriously, look at me. You scared

me the last time that we talked.

She looks at Alessia and her shoulders droop. She feels

comfortable enough with Alessia to let a certain fragility

show.

SUSAN:

I’m fine. I’m fine. I just can’t

believe I told you all of those

things. I feel embarrassed about

it. What right do I have to not be

happy? I have everything. I feel

ungrateful not to be happy.

ALESSIA:

As much right as anyone Susan. As

much right as anyone because it’s

all relative. You’re just awfully

hard on yourself.

Susan looks across the room at Carlos.

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