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CLOSER SHOT:

A tea wagon beside a table at which sit MR. CLARENDON and

MARGO WEST. Mr. Clarendon is elegant, white-haired,

aristocratic-looking, a cane and spats type. Margo is

handsome, thirty-ish, almost overpoweringly well-dressed.

Obviously money, obviously been around. Margo is studying

her face in a pocket mirror. Tea wagon and maids move away.

MARGO:

I'm getting positively haggard.

In a couple of years people will

be describing me as well preserved.

CLARENDON:

(looking off)

I see out friend Larry Mitchell is

with us again.

Margo's hand stops in mid-air, holding mirror. She looks

up slowly.

MARGO:

I couldn't care less.

Just the same, she sees in which direction. Clarendon is

looking and starts to turn.

CLARENDON:

And with a very beautiful girl, if

my eyes don't deceive me at this

distance.

Margo reacts and swings around, CAMERA PANNING.

Larry and Betty have turned away from the desk and are

going towards elevators, BELLHOP behind them. Larry is

bending towards Betty intimately. Margo turns back to

Clarendon. Her face is frozen with a controlled emotion.

MARGO:

I don't think I want any tea.

She picks up her bag and stands up. Goes out of shot.

Clarendon looks after her with a malicious smile.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ROYAL HOTEL - MARGO'S SUITE - LIVING ROOM -- DAY

Its is very spacious, obviously expensive. It is empty at

the moment. Margo unlocks door from outside, comes in,

shuts and c*cks door, walks swiftly into room, throws her

bag viciously on the desk, yanks her hat off, throws it on

chair. She goes over to the balcony window, takes cigarette

out of box on the desk, her hand shakes as she lights it

with lighter. She puffs at it furiously, looking out of

window. After a moment, she snubs out in an ashtray, moves

across to telephone, picks it up.

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