Four Rooms
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Signor," in its heyday, with a full staff of 30 people posed on the lawn in
front.
An old guy with a staccato voice delivers a monologue:
VOICE-OVER
There used to be a staff of fifty in this place. I'm the only
one left from those days. It all comes down to one sap: the
night-shift bellhop, that's me. What the hell is a bellhop?
You know where the name comes from?
(silence)
Of course not. . . . It's so simple it's stupid. They ring a bell
and you hop. You hop to front and center. No heroes in this
line, kid. Just men doing a job. No questions asked, none
answered. I try to keep it simple, kid, not too personal. . . .
Another voice of a young man interrupts.
TED
You met any of those old stars?
THE OLD GUY
Stars! Are you kidding me? I took Rin Tin Tin out for a
shit, for Christ's sakes. I taught Shirley Temple how to
roller-skate. I saw Fatty Arbuckle regurgitate three cheese
sandwiches right on the spot you're sitting, kid. What did
you say your name was?
TED
Ted.
THE OLD GUY
Ted, right. I remember Marilyn used to come down at night
and doze off in the kitchen. She liked the sound of the fans
out back spinning around. Sure, these were stars, kid. Errol
Flynn used to call me "Alibi." You'll pick up a few stories
yourself, kid.
TED
I don't think so, not like yours.
THE OLD GUY
What do you think a star does when he goes to the bathroom, kid?
TED
Beats me.
THE OLD GUY
He pulls his pants down and takes a crap just like you and
me. Take my word for it.
A wisp of smoke passes over a napkin pinned to the wall with a lip print on
it signed "Marilyn." The camera pulls back to reveal Ted and the Old Guy
sitting on a foldup cot in a small back room of the Hotel Mon Signor. The old man is dressed in a striped T-shirt with a bellhop's cap on. He looks
like an old pirate. Next to him on the bed sits Ted, a young guy with a
bellhop jacket draped over his knees. The old bellhop takes a long drag off a big cigar.
THE OLD GUY
Camacho!
TED
Who?
THE OLD GUY
The cigar. Cuban. A good cigar, wrapped in Miami. I get a
box of them every Christmas from the chairman of the
board. I think he sends them to me to keep my mouth shut.
It's tough not to get a little personal in this business.
The old bellhop takes a hit off his cigar and stares down at his cap, lost
in thought.
TED
What do you mean?
The old guy passes the cap over to Ted.
THE OLD GUY
Put it on.
Ted puts the cap on.
THE OLD GUY
Frankly, you look stupid . . . like the Philip Morris guy. I
can't believe I wore that thing for fifty years. You keep it.
The Old Guy gets up from the bed and throws a jacket on. Pulls a few
postcards off the wall, throws them in an old straw suitcase, and slams the
lid down. He heads for the door. Ted follows.
THE OLD GUY
Stay away from night clerks, kids, hookers, and marital disputes.
The Old Guy pauses for a second and looks Ted dead in the eye.
THE OLD GUY
Never have sex with the clientele.
TED
No way, not me. You got any other advice.
THE OLD GUY
Always get a tip.
The door slams shut on the back room.
INT. HOTEL LOBBY--TWILIGHT
The big empty lobby of the Mon Signor. You can tell that at one point this
used to be a swank place. It's also kinda decrepit. The
concierge--a snappy, fast-talking, red-haired young woman in a blue blazer
named Betty--stands behind the reception desk. The old man, suitcase in
hand, makes a beeline through the lobby, heading toward the front door.
Betty sees him.
BETTY
Sam! Hey, Sam, wait a minute!
The Old Guy stops in his tracks and turns around.
THE OLD GUY
What?
Betty comes from behind the desk.
BETTY
I just want to say good-bye.
THE OLD GUY
Who are you?
BETTY
Uhhh, Betty. The concierge. Your boss.
The Old Guy squints his eyes at the young gal.
THE OLD GUY
Oh yeah. Gotta light, sister? Goddam cigar went out.
BETTY
Yeah, sure.
She speaks to the Old Guy as she lights his cigar and he puffs away.
BETTY
I just want you to know, from the owner and all the staff,
your fifty years of service have been an inspiration to us all.
You're a legend in your own time, and the Mon Signor will
never be the--
THE OLD GUY
Just forward my cigars, Red.
(He turns around the walks out, saying over his shoulder)
Aufwiedersehen!
Betty is left standing in the lobby. Ted appears behind her in his bellbody
uniform, sans cap.
TED
Sam the bellboy. Now there was a man.
BETTY
Yeah. Oh, hi, Teddy. Ready to start the night shift?
TED
Yeah.
BETTY
Well, let me buy you a drink.
TED
You wanna buy me a drink? I'm starting my shift.
BETTY
You're not an alcoholic, are you; one drink won't kill you.
TED
Yeah, sure.
BETTY
After fifty years, Sam retires, and you're taking over the night shift.
TED
Correct.
BETTY
You're filling some mighty big shoes.
TED
Oh, I know.
BETTY
Sam was a legend in the hotel business.
TED
Oh, I know . . .
BETTY
A bellhop's bellhop.
TED
An inspiration to us all.
BETTY
He ran the night desk for fifty years, all by himself.
TED
An amazing man.
BETTY
No desk clerk. No night man. No help. Just fuckin' Sam,
and his wits.
TED
A man alone.
BETTY
And you're gonna do the same.
TED
I know.
BETTY
Tonight.
Ted spews his drink.
TED
Tonight!
BETTY
Yes, tonight.
TED
I can't.
BETTY
Yes, you can.
TED
No, I can't. I never worked the night shift before.
BETTY
Oh night shift--smight shift.
TED
We were supposed to work it together.
BETTY
I know, but I can't.
TED
Why not?
BETTY
I'm having a New Year's Eve party.
TED
Since when?
BETTY
Actually, I'm not having it. My roommate is. And there's
this guy. German guy. He's gonna be there. And so am I.
TED
I can't run this place by myself.
BETTY
Oh, sure ya can.
TED
No, I can't.
BETTY
Sam ran this place by himself for fifty years.
TED
Yeah, and he had fifty years of fuckin' practice, too. I
haven't had a day.
BETTY
Look, Teddy, calm down--
TED
--Don't call me Teddy.
BETTY
Ted, the night's cake. It's easy. The day's when it's busy.
During the night there's nothing to do.
TED
It's New Year's Eve.
BETTY
Which'll make it less busy than normal. Ever worked on
Christmas? Unless you sell turkeys, business is dead. You
just got butterflies, that's all.
TED
What I have ain't butterflies. I can't handle this hotel all by myself.
Betty slows the scene down.
BETTY
Okay, let's calm down a minute. Slow it down, cool it off.
Let's just talk.
TED
You can say any goddamn thing you want--
BETTY
--Ted? I thought we were calming down? I thought we were
cooling off? No hostility. Say good-bye to hostility. We're
just talking.
TED
Okay . . . okay . . . okay . . . I'm calm, I'm cool, let's talk.
BETTY
Ted, in a nutshell, all you have to do is hold the fort. It's
New Year's Eve. Most of the guests are going out. You'll
just be giving them a little nod as they come staggering in
at three . . . four . . . five . . . in the morning. Nobody's
having any parties, a few get-togethers, but no parties. You
got about three people checking in tonight, that's it. The
only variable is Chester Rush in the penthouse.
TED
Chester Rush? The guy from The Wacky Detective?
BETTY
Yeah, him and his entourage checked in last night. They're
in the penthouse. The only reason I refer to it as a variable
is that he's a movie star. Ya never know about movie stars.
I'm tellin' ya, Ted, it's cake.
Betty takes a piece of paper and writes her number down.
BETTY
(continuing)
And look, if you have any problems, call me at the party.
Ted thinks about it for a moment.
TED
Okay.
BETTY
Great--
TED
--For fifty bucks.
BETTY
Fifty bucks!
TED
You're shirking your duties for this Nazi. For that you pay
a price, and the price is fifty bucks.
BETTY
One, Horst is not a Nazi. Two, that's not a fair price. You're
taking advantage of the situation. Twenty bucks. Now,
twenty bucks is a fair price.
TED
Yeah, but what you're doin' to me ain't fair. And, you are
completely and totally taking advantage of me and your
position. So fifty bucks is the perfect price.
Betty begrudgingly digs in her purse.
BETTY
Okay, but don't be a pussy. You don't bother me unless it's
an emergency. In fact, for fifty bucks, you better not call me
unless the fuckin' building's burning down.
She gives him the money.
BETTY
Get ready to take the desk.
Betty leaves.
Ted sits in the chair, takes another drink, and prepares himself for the
night.
begrudgingly - zawistnie , zazdrośnie
bellhop - boy hotelowy
buck - dolar
(it’s) cake - to bułka z masłem
calm down - uspokoić się
check in - meldować się (w hotelu)
clientele - klientela, klienci
come down to - sprowadzać się do
cool off - odparować, uspokoić się
cot- łóżko
crap - gówno
decrepit - zniszczony, rozpadający się
doze off - drzemać, zapadać w drzemkę
drag - ciągnąć się, zaciągnięcie
drape - drapować; zasłona
emergency - niebezpieczeństwo
entourage - otoczenie, świta
foldup- rozkładany
gal- dziewczyna
go out - tu: gasnąć
handle - prowadzić, radzić sobie z
have got butterflies (in one’s stomach)
head for - zmierzać do, iść w kierunku
heyday- pełnia rozkwitu
hooker - prostytutka, dziwka
hostility - wrogość
lid - pokrywka
make a beeline - iść najkrótszą trasą, najkrótszą drogą
marital - małżeński
mighty - wielki
night-shift - nocna zmiana
puff away - wydmuchiwać dym
regurgitate - zwracać (pokarm)
roller-skate - jeździć na wrotkach
run (a hotel, a company) - prowadzić (hotel, firmę)
sans - bez
snappy - energiczny; zgryźliwy
spew - wypluwać
spin around - kręcić się, obracać się dookoła
squint - patrzeć z przymrużonymi oczyma; zezować
staccato - przerywany, sylabizowany
stagger - zataczać się
swank - ekskluzywny
take advantage of - wykorzystywać
variable - zmienna
wisp - smuga
wits - przytomność umysłu
wrap - owijać, zawijać
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