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BETTY:

I really don't know.

MITCHELL:

Indefinitely?

BETTY:

(with a shrug)

I don't know.

MITCHELL:

(eyeing her

thoughtfully)

You don't know.

He turns and goes. She looks after him, puzzled and rather

attracted. Then his mood passes and she relapses again

into her listless, hopeless manner. She reaches for the

magazine and starts to leaf through its pages indifferently,

as we

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ROYAL HOTEL -- DAY

LONG SHOT:

It is a massive brick and sandstone building, set in

beautiful gardens which slope down towards Puget Sound.

CLOSER SHOT - THE ENTRANCE

A taxi drives up, Larry Mitchell and Betty get out, PORTER

comes forward, takes their luggage etc. Larry pays taxi

and they start in through entrance.

INT. ROYAL HOTEL - LOBBY - THE DESK -- DAY

Larry and Betty come up to it, BELLHOP carrying luggage.

HOTEL CLERK:

Good afternoon, Mr. Mitchell.

Have a mice trip? Glad to see you

back.

MITCHELL:

Fine, thanks. This is Miss Betty

Mayfield. You have a reservation

for her.

CLERK:

Miss Mayfield. Yes, indeed. A

balcony room on the top floor,

Magnificent view. Nothing above it

but the penthouse.

He pushes registration pad towards Betty, and she signs.

Mitchell turns, looks out across lobby. A malicious smile

move his lips.

MITCHELL'S POV

One side of the lobby is a glassed-in-terrace. It is tea

time and a couple of large tea wagons are being pushed

around among the guests by FOOTMEN in uniform. With each

tea wagon are two neat MAIDS, who set out cups, pass

sandwiches, cakes, etc., While the FOOTMAN pours the tea.

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