The Adventurer: The Curse of the Midas Box Page #4

Isn't everyone?

Over there, sir. Thank you.

Very good morning.

(BELL DINGING)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

Did you lose your parents, lad?

I have my letters of introduction.

- I'm here to work as a Porter.

- Porter?

Servants' entrance is in the back.

(KEYS JANGLING)

Who is this?

I apologize, madame. New Porter.

Snuck his way into the lobby.

Too bad.

Too...

Bad.

Come with me.

As manager of this hotel, I run

a tight and efficient machine.

Number one rule, staff should

be invisible and silent.

And this is what we're famous for.

Our therapeutic baths.

Many of our guests travel from far and

wide to bathe in our healing waters.

People arrive in wheelchairs

and leave riding bicycles.

And they pay handsomely for it.

Kitchens.

Keep up.

Your quarters are up these

stairs, top of the building.

And this is where I leave you.

Uniform for the new Porter.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Stand over there, please.

May I ask you, have you seen a boy?

- A boy?

- Yes.

- He's 10, goes by the name of Felix.

- Shh. Quiet.

I don't want no trouble.

Then you've seen him?

There aren't any boys younger

than you in this hotel.

Or this town.

- I'm not a boy.

- (SCOFFS)

Well, you're not a man, either.

All I can say is, do not walk the

grounds of this hotel at night.

Unless you want to be snatched.

Sacha.

Name's Sacha.

(RATTLING)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(DOOR CREAKING)

- How are we doing?

- The hotel's almost at capacity.

Good. The more money you make me,

the quicker I can find

what I'm looking for.

You're late for inspection.

(GRUNTS QUIETLY)

Hmm...

New boy. Too big.

Oh, shame.

All right.

Get back to work.

BELLHOP:
Good morning, ma'am.

This way, sir.

Sorry, we're all full.

Best use the stairs.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

WOMAN:
Oh! What have

you done, puppy?

Oh... There, there.

SACHA:
I really...

I didn't mean to.

MAN:
Where have you been, girl?

You're late!

I told ya I wanted you

home before nightfall.

- I'm sorry, Father.

- Come on!

You want to be snatched by the beast

like all the other children, do ya?

Hurry up!

(BICYCLE RATTLING)

(BELL TOLLING IN THE DISTANCE)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(CREAKING)

SACHA'S FATHER:
You

do as you're told!

Get me that bottle!

(SACHA'S FATHER CONTINUES

TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

What's this rubbish, girl?

I told you, Father.

I don't feel comfortable

stealing for you.

You prefer to serve me this tripe?

No, Father.

After all I've done for you, girl.

I'm sorry, Father.

Sorry, are you? If you're so

sorry, then you can eat it.

Clean up that mess.

Who's out there?

What the hell's going on here?

Whose bike is this?

SACHA:
Father, come inside.

You'll catch a chill.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR OPENS)

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