Youth Page #5
Fred Ballinger smiles and so does Jimmy. They’re accomplices
now.
FRED BALLINGER:
Because levity is also a
perversion. What are you doing in
Europe?
JIMMY TREE:
I’m doing a new film, in Germany,
starting in a month. I’m developing
the role.
FRED BALLINGER:
Is it a lighthearted role?
JIMMY TREE:
That depends on your point of view.
FRED BALLINGER:
JIMMY TREE:
We’ll see.
Mark Kozelek breathes the last note of “Onward.” The little
group claps languidly. Fred doesn’t join in. Then, struggling
to get up, he takes his leave of Jimmy.
FRED BALLINGER:
It’s late for me.
10.
JIMMY TREE:
Not for me.
Fred smiles. Jimmy salutes him playfully, two fingers to his
temple.
Fred moves off with the uncertain gait of an old man. Jimmy
drinks and observes Fred's slow walk.
4. INT. HOTEL RECEPTION/ELEVATOR. NIGHT
Fred Ballinger stands immobile in the lobby, across from the
reception desk. He’s waiting for the elevator.
A young night doorman stares blankly at a small, silent TV.
A very petite, dignified-looking woman, who looks older than
her sixty years, rings the doorbell. The doorman, without
taking his eyes off the TV, presses a button and buzzes her
in. The woman enters and sits on a bench. Melancholy and
resigned, she stares into space. Fred Ballinger, still
waiting for the elevator, has watched all this, his face
expressionless.
Finally, the elevator. An old contraption with a metal grate.
Fred steps inside. The elevator ascends. We see his
silhouette rising.
4A. INT. HOTEL ELEVATOR/CORRIDOR. NIGHT
It stops at his floor. A chubby, unattractive young woman,
about twenty, is waiting to take the elevator down. Her face
is pocked here and there with pimples, an adolescent
peculiarity that clashes with her sharp, aggressive look. We
can safely assume that she’s a hooker, but a hooker sui
generis.
Fred forgets to look at her, and she pays no attention to
him.
Alone, Fred Ballinger makes his way down the hallway, taking
tiny, slow steps. Next to every door are pairs of hiking
boots, neatly arranged, which the guests have put out to be
aired.
In the silence of the night, an old man in an electric
wheelchair overtakes Fred and vanishes around a corner.
The sound of a violin comes from one of the rooms, stopping
Fred in his tracks. He turns, searching for the source. It
starts up again, from the beginning: only two notes, played
poorly. Someone’s obviously practicing, one of those really
tedious exercises.
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