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Midnight, Hotel Mystery Groove

Part Four

10. INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY. MORNING.


It's dark in this hallway, discernibly dingy and stereotypically ugly. A door flies open on the right wall and SAMANTHA, early 20s, white trash queen who hasn't slept in five days thanks to a prodigious amount of methamphetamine, flies out into the hallway and hits the opposite wall with a loud screaming thud. She's followed almost immediately after by SID, late 40s, piece of shit
in a t-shirt and boxer shirts, exceptionally skinny and exceptionally dirty. (Try to get this scene in one shot!)


SID (screaming)

Don't even fuckin' go there, ya fuckin' wench.


SAMANTHA

What? What'd I do?


SID

I'm getting' real fuckin' sick of you already, let me tell you.


SAMANTHA

Already? What? What'd I do, Sid? Tell me that, why don't cha, you, you, you--


SID

What? What am I?


SAMANTHA

I don't even got words for what kind of shit you are, but that's my speed too, Sid, I paid for half of it, with my own goddamn money, Sid.


SID

And what I'm sayin' is you need to fuckin' lay off already cuz you're driving me
up the fuckin' wall!


An awkward moment of silence.


SAMANTHA

Are you calling me--


SID

I'm just sayin', you need to fuckin' lay off already cuz you're driving me up the
fuckin' wall!


An awkward moment of silence.


SAMANTHA

Are you sayin' I got some kind of problem?


SID

I'm just sayin', Samantha, you need to fuckin' lay off the speed already cuz you're driving me up the fuckin' wall!


Another awkward moment of silence.


SAMANTHA

I wasn't-- I mean, I'm not tryin' to--


SID

You're driving me up the fuckin' wall, Samantha!


SAMANTHA (screaming)

I HEARD THAT PART, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!


SID (screaming)

WELL, YOU'RE DRIVING ME UP THE FUCKIN' WALL, OKAY?


Another awkward silence, into which WALTER and PEGGY appear. They move quietly down the hallway and stop at the room just next to SID and SAMANTHA's room, closer to the camera than they are. WALTER knocks.


SAMANTHA (half quietly)

Well, you don't have to announce it to the whole goddamn hotel, Sid. Can I
come back in the room now?


SID

I'm just sayin', Samantha, you need to lay off--


SAMANTHA (tight whisper)

I know!


WALTER

Jessica? (pause) Tom, are you in there?


PEGGY

Maybe he's in the bathroom.


SAMANTHA

Can I come back in now?


SID shrugs and disappears back into the room. SAMANTHA makes eye contact with PEGGY.


SAMANTHA

You know the tied up chick in there?


PEGGY

Who? (pause) Yes.


SAMANTHA

Buncha fuckin' freaks around here.


And then she follows SID back into their hotel room.


The door to THOMAS room opens, and THOMAS appears.


THOMAS

Glad you could make it.


WALTER and PEGGY step inside the room, and the door closes. The door to the room next door opens again, and SAMANTHA bursts into the hallway again, nearly sobbing, turns and shouts back into the room.


SAMANTHA

I can't fuckin' BELIEVE you, you enormous piece of shit! I'm going to get some
fuckin' breakfast.


SID (off screen)

Who gives a fuck. I'M CUTTIN' YOU OFF!


SAMANTHA comes flying toward us and then off screen.


11. EXT. PHONE BOOTH. MORNING.


The smartly dressed MAN is on the phone. The smartly dressed WOMAN stands next to him, very impatient.


MAN

If you saw a tied up woman last night, could you please connect me to her room?


WOMAN

It was only a dollar, Martin.


12. INT. FRONT DESK. MORNING.


OWNER on the telephone, slight smile on his face betrays his emotionless veneer.


OWNER

Yeah, hold on, I'll connect ya.


He presses a button on a small, old-fashioned switchboard, then hangs up the phone.


SAMANTHA comes flying down the stairs, mosies past the desk in a huff, then stops, returns.


The two OLD MEN watch passively.


SAMANTHA

Hey, Mitch, you got a dollar I can borrow? I need some coffee or some toast or somethin'.


OWNER

What do I look like, a bank?



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