Monday, October 29, 1990

HOLLY and ROGER arrive in the lobby of the Hotel El Reale.

CLERK [Handing HOLLY the key]: Yes, Senora, we have your reservation.

HOLLY: Oh, thank you.

CLERK: And Senor, we have put you in a suite.

ROGER: I didn't request a suite.

CLERK: It's our last room--the only one available. Room 416, the bridal suite.

HOLLY, to the CLERK: We're here on business. Are there fax machines available?

CLERK: Of course.

With his back turned to HOLLY and the CLERK, ROGER mutters aloud, "We would have spent our honeymoon in this room."

HOLLY, watching with a sneer on her face as ROGER squirms, goes over to him . . .

HOLLY: Is something wrong?

ROGER [Brightly]: No. No.

ROGER turns and heads toward the rooms. HOLLY follows, still sneering.

A very uptight ROGER enters room 416 just in time to see HOLLY looking around, noticing a basket of fruit, and most importantly, running her hands through her hair. Let out of its clip, it is very beautiful and abundant. She looks up, as though unaware until then of his presence, and "catches" him staring. ROGER is a little embarrassed, but she pretends not to be fazed. HOLLY goes to the patio door, and looks out.

HOLLY: Oh . . . beautiful. The view is . . . neckbreaking.

ROGER [staring at her]: Beautiful.

HOLLY: And so romantic.

ROGER joins her at the patio door. The both face outward, but ROGER, standing behind HOLLY, on takes a quick glance outside before settling his eyes on her.

ROGER: Maybe if we'd made it here on our honeymoon, we'd still be together.

HOLLY: You think? [She moves away.] We'd better unpack.

ROGER: Listen, why don't you take this room?

HOLLY: Why?

ROGER: Well, you know . . it's bigger. It's got more closet room--and there's this view.

HOLLY: It's not necessary.

ROGER: Please. I insist.

HOLLY: Well, if it'll make you happy.

ROGER: Oh, it will. It will.

ROGER is clearly spooked by the significance of the room. As he turns to leave . . .

HOLLY: You wanna have a drink?

ROGER: Uh, well . . . don't we have to be at the convention center in half an hour?

HOLLY: Oh . . . yeah.

ROGER [Leaving]: Well, I'll uh . . . make the switch.

Next Scene:
The Convention

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