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INT. PARKING GARAGE It's the P3 parking level underneath the Hotel, half empty, as on most days, as only employees park there. Guests, only on extremely busy days. By the entrance to the elevators, there is a group of Employees. Smoking, chatting, laughing. There is an Engineer working on the light inside the elevator lobby. His name is Jerry. Old, disgruntled, he's got nowhere else to go now. He's stuck at this job for a long time. A housekeeper is changing garbage bags by the door. His name is Alija. Someone offers him a smoke, he refuses. Jerry is fiddling with wires leading from the ceiling. Their ends are over exposed and hanging dangerously close to Jerry, who has no clue. Alija puts the lid on the garbage can, and goes back inside with the full one. The employees, from the smoker's area, enter just as an elevator opens. They board the elevator and go up. Alija throws the garbage bag on his cart and calls the elevator. Jerry stops him. JERRY Hey Alija. Can i get you to help me with this? ALIJA What is it? JERRY Just hold these two wires. I got to ground this wire. This is the biggest pain in the ass. Alija grabs the wires and holds them, separated, away from Jerry. Another employee walks in. His name is Tim, and he's also an engineer. He just came to work. He's drinking from a malt liquor bottle. Tim looks very pale in the face. His walk is a little off. TIM Hey guys, what's up? JERRY Fixing this light here. It threw a goddamn fuse. Tim strikes a funny pose to Alija. Alija looks at him. ALIJA What Tim. What? What? Tim starts holding his stomach in pain. It starts growling badly and loud. He holds on to the ladder and almost knocks Jerry off. Jerry startles. JERRY God damn Tim, you alright? TIM Yeah...yeah. Just ate too much. God, i hope i just ate too much. JERRY Well...what did you eat? TIM Oh, me and a bunch of guys went to the El Rancho Buffet yesterday. We ate like crazy. They had this soup, with peppers, eggs, beans and lots of other stuff mixed in it. Man... The elevator door opens. Tim starts clutching his stomach harder now. The pain throws him off balance and he falls backwards -- --right onto Alija, who's holding the power lines. Alija touches Jerry with the power lines. A huge power spike occurs. Jerry is launched from the aluminum ladder against the wall behind him. There is a loud pop, and tons of black smoke appear. Then, a second later, the power goes out. Instantly, the backup lights kick in. Jerry and Alija are lying on the ground, moaning in pain. They are clutching one arm each. The spots where the wires touched them, charred black. Tim gets up, slowly. He gets into the elevator. Alija and Jerry yell after him. JERRY Call for help... TIM I'm going right now... INT. LOBBY - FRONT DESK The front desk has a long line of guests waiting. The power goes out here. Guests scream, scuffles break out in the pitch black, until the backup lights kick in. The manager, Justin, walks the floor. He seems to apologize to guests, as he walks to a security guard, Brian. They briefly stand, looking at the guests. BRIAN So, what's the deal with the lights? JUSTIN No clue. I called engineering...Franjo's not here. Nobody answered the phone. I don't know what's going on. BRIAN I'll go check it out. JUSTIN I'll join you, if you don't mind. They start walking, and the Engineering manager, John, joins them. JOHN Gentlemen. I called one of my guys. Looks like there was a short on one of the parking garage floors. JUSTIN What kind of short? JOHN Don't know. I'm on my way down there. BRIAN We'll come with. INT. THE SALT CELLAR - (P1 BREAK ROOM) Employees are having lunch in the break room. It's moderately full. The cook, Zack, has his grill full of burgers and beef. He slaps a Hamburger patty on a bun that's waiting on a plate full of salad and fries. He calls out. ZACK Older brother!!!! Ilyas, a banquet houseman, comes running. He sticks a pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He takes the plate and jokes with Zack. ILYAS Come on Zack. What is this brother. Give me more fries. ZACK Nope. That's all you get. ILYAS Come on brother. Just a little. ZACK I thought you had enough? ILYAS Come on man, i'm hungry.... ZACK Oh alright. I'll give you some more. James, a very skinny african houseman comes in. He taps Ilyas on the shoulder. JAMES Ilyas...do you have a meal ticket? ILYAS Yeah. Why? JAMES Cause i wanna buy one. I'm hungry, man. Ilyas reaches into his pocket, takes out his wallet and gives James a ticket. ILYAS For this, three bucks. Remember, you have to pay me for the other three, or clean my car. James gives him three dollars. JAMES You know, in Alpine. You were supposed to move the tables Rifet told you to move. I had to do it for you. What do you think about that? ILYAS Nothing. What can i think? Before Ilyas can leave, James dunks his hand in Ilyas's salad and takes some tomatoes. Ilyas is disgusted. ILYAS Come on Jimmy...really. No cry. James doesn't listen. He gives Zack the ticket and orders. Tim comes through the door. He looks at Ilyas and James and does some funny stuff. TIM (Joking, in a woman's voice) Hi Boys! James fills his cup with coke. Tim looks at all the food on display. He tries to decide. TIM Ahhh...give me a burger and just some fries. That's it. And some of that soup there. Zack slaps another burger on a plate, with some fries and gives it to Tim. Tim's stomach starts to groan very loudly again. He's having a really bad bowel movement. Tim suddenly seizes up, motionless. His burger is done and Zack looks at him. ZACK There's your burger. (Starts coughing hard and uncontrollably) Tim doesn't hear him. His stomach groans and moans even louder now. TIM What? Oh yeah. He stands there like a statue, leaning against the counter top. Zack looks at him. He inches slowly to the Soda Machine. ZACK Tim, are you alright? You don't look too good. If Tim moves, he'll drop a load or let one go. Whichever comes first. He doesn't answer. Ilyas slaps Tim on the back, clenches him on his shoulders and shakes him. That moves Tim and more stomach groans come. He holds his stomach, but the bowel movements are too overpowering and -- -- a huge, long fart comes out. Ilyas pulls his shirt over his nose. ILYAS Wow, shit. What the hell Tim? What did you eat? ZACK (Flipping around) Aw hell no. Not in my goddamn kitchen. Zack jams his knife into the cutting board. Zack stares at Tim, mad. Tim, whose face has gained some color now, suddenly starts to move around more freely. He takes his burger and leaves. PBX calls Engineering on the radio. Tim responds. TIM 10/4, I'm on lunch right now. I'll do it later. Once the gas oxidizes, it hits Ilyas and Zack. Immediately they start to throw up. The smell seems to expand, and moves to the rest of the cafeteria. People start throwing up all over the cafeteria. Ilyas and Zack have already thrown up all they had, but it keeps going. Their faces are blood red, their eyes need just a hair's width to pop out of their heads. A pair of foot long Rats zip out from the kitchen area. It's a whole family. They frantically run around, as if to search for something. They run a bit more then -- drop dead. INT. LAUNDRY DEPARTMENT All the Washing machines are working on full power. Workers are scattered across the whole floor. Washing, drying, folding, etc. Music from the radio fills the air. Three workers are singing by a dryer, drunk as bums. One of the workers is operating the newest type of Industrial Dryer, the "Lariat PN8C". He boasts about it to his coworkers. SHAMIR Say hello to the Lariat PN8C. The world's first unmanned drier that does all the work by it self. Never gets stuck, never breaks down...and it absolutely never, ever, stops. He demonstrates on one of the bed sheets. The bedsheet is sucked inside the machine on a conveyor belt. Some quick movements and sounds later, the bedsheet plops onto another station, folded, and ready to go. SHAMIR She is the first of her kind. The fastest dryer ever. Even the Germans are behind. Dane, Shamir's coworker, sips from his beer. He looks around the dryer, admiring it. On the side of the dryer he sees a label. DANE Shamir? Shamir is busy talking about the dryer to his coworkers. SHAMIR Not now Soltenberg... (Back to the coworkers) As i was saying... DANE Call me crazy, but the label here says this machine was made, and assembled, in Germany. Shamir is shocked. The look on his face like he just had a massive coronary. He bolts to Dane and the label. Kneels down and reads. He clenches his fist and punches the ground. DANE Shamir? It's ok, you know. So what, if it's made in germany. SHAMIR (Threatening voice) I would like to be alone for a moment. Dane glimpses at the others. In sync, they back a few feet away. Another worker wants to try it. He throws a blanket onto the belt. The belt picks it up, but jams. The worker pulls on the blanket, but the dryer is too powerful, and slowly pulls more and more. SHAMIR (Panics) Aaaahh, my machine! Shamir and the other workers around him, jump in. They grab a piece of the blanket and pull. They struggle with the blanket, until it rips in half. The other piece goes through. Suddenly, the dryer sputters. Almost like it is going to explode. It slows down, red lights start flashing on top of it. It starts to vibrate badly. SHAMIR Nooo. She hasn't even had her first load yet. The piece of the blanket is thrown out the other side, folded and dried. The dryer resumes normal function. INT. P3 PARKING ELEVATORS The bell dings. The elevator opens. Brian, Justin and John step out. Right into the carnage. They look around the smoking room. Huge sparks fly from the shorted line. Justin steps on something and face plants. John helps him up. JOHN How did this happen? BRIAN Looks like there was a short somewhere. JOHN I don't know. It'll take us a week to find out. Justin opens the door to the parking, to let some smoke out. Briand lights a cigarette. John and Justin head to the Beer Vending Machine and get a couple of beers. INT. SEMINAR THEATER The room is bustling with Hotel Employees from every department. The tables are full of Beers and ashtrays. The room is thick with a fog of cigarette smoke. The tables are hosts to lines of various weapons, all carried by the staff. It's like an NRA meeting. Servers are handing out drinks, cigarettes, food etc. Employees are chatting amongst themselves. A huge brown gavel pounds on the podium three times. Everybody listens up. The hotel General Manager, Steve, steps up to the podium. He's heavy-set, bald, and usually very nice and polite with everyone. His assistant announces him. ASSISTANT Ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Steve Lindburg is going to address you. Please hold all comments until he is finished with his summation. GM STEVE Thank you, Angela. Angela sits down. She pops open a wine bottle and downs it. GM STEVE I'd like to thank you all for coming. Looks like everyone's helped themselves to drinks and food. Alright. As you all know, we've been extremely busy these last few weeks. No complaints, just lots of work. I want to thank all of you for a job well done. Steve goes on ranting about work. A few banquet housemen and AV guys are talking amongst themselves. CAMERON What did that guy talk about today? CLINT Shift workers. The ones you guys have got for a few weeks to help out. FRANK Shift workers are crazy man - no question. Whether it's getting up in the middle of the night, working through to the hours of the morning, or having to work when the majority of the population is enjoying time off. Shit! Hell no! CLINT It can be tough and I'm not going to tell you otherwise. So did you get the short straw this Easter, and have to work along with the Easter bunny? CAMERON I can't take this. 15 hour days. This is crazy. More employees come into the room. They take seats, open beers and light cigarettes. SHAWN ....and There will from now be monthly departmental meetings, where our goal is to focus on what each specific department needs. All staff must attend. Failure to do so will result in termination, but most likely in severe punishment. GM STEVE For that reason, we have elected someone who is willing to enforce these new rules and pound them into each of your team members. His name is Edgar. He is the Banquet captain, but will also double as the Security Director. He invites edgar to the podium. Edgar is short, but sharply dressed in a Banquet Captain's uniform. He's got dark Sunglasses on, along with an earpiece. He speaks with a heavy Colombian Accent. EDGAR Yes. Hello...(Adjusts Mic) I have been placed in charge of the Security and Banquets departments here. The former Security director has been placed on leave. From now on, everybody will be wearing security anklets. Breaks and lunches will be no more than 15 minutes x 2, and half hour, respectively. Another... One of the servers, Fanny, jumps in. FANNY Pero, pipo panch for lanch, y sin dau fori minits. Nex taki card i panch for mor pipo. Wat? Puta madre! No gud! Edgar interjects swiftly. EDGAR Yes...we know! A water pitcher flies past Edgar and just barely misses the GM. The GM ducks it by an inch. VOICE (Background) You shit man! The attacker, Izet, a housekeeper, runs from his chair towards them and tries to vault through the entrance door. He bounces off of it with a thunderous thud and lays flat on the floor. The door is apparently locked. Two armed guards enter. They each grab Izet's legs and drag him out. Another two guards come in, and stand guard on the sides of the door. GM STEVE Alright. Can we continue? The guards nod. The GM drinks beer. He lets out a loud burp. Shawn lights a huge blount, takes a few puffs. GM STEVE Hey, hey, easy. Pass that shit along. Shawn passes the blount to him. GM STEVE God damn. (Takes a hit) Holy shit. Pass it along everybody. The blount is passed along the employees. GM STEVE God damn. Some beer. Yeah...on account of the recent arrival of the Chinese Orchestral Company, we will be very busy for some weeks to come. Ask for your tip. Fight for it. Basically, we got to give them the best care possible. SHAWN Some of you might have heard that the president is coming here. Now...no matter how silly of stupid it may seem that we have a president, we must make sure to always serve them well. The engineer, Gene, an 80 something old, is holding the ladder for Tim, who is wiring something in a hole in the wall when -- A huge short occurs. Tim is hit by the current. He lets out a huge yelp, and comes crashing down from the ladder. His leg hits Gene, who falls unconscious. EDGAR Another interesting thing that i learned is that people have been helping themselves to our beds, sheets, pillows and so forth. We are not a Red Cross. This will have to stop immediately. SHAWN We have finally made enough money to upgrade to Grade D meat, up from the previous Grade F. So...happy day at work and have a wonderful weekend. INT. 2ND FLOOR LINEN ROOM/EMPLOYEE ELEVATORS The elevator dings. The door opens up, Tim walks out. The now familiar barely visible greenish smoke trailing behind him. He exits the linen room. Not far behind him come Brooks, the event manager and a few co-workers. They walk down the small hallway, then stop. They start barfing there on the ground. They throw up all they have in their stomachs, their eyes almost popping out of their head. They can't stop throwing up. It keeps on coming. Brooks somehow takes out his phone, dials 9...1...drops the phone as more barf comes. INT. 3RD FLOOR STORAGE The storage area is a mess. Tables on carts lie everywhere, risers are strewn across the walk path, stacked chairs block the area where bars are being stored. In a little cage, blocked off by fencing, is the AV Cage. The light is on. Rustling is heard from inside. INT. AV CAGE Clint, the AV guy, is rummaging through a plastic container filled with cables. He's already got a huge pile of cables on his cart. He's listening to his IPod. He plunks down even more cords, takes his Ipod and changes songs. He wheels the carts out, next to the Freight Elevator, and starts imitating drums on the Elevator door. On one of the carts is a police issue Heckler & Koch MP-5, with a few clips and a hand grenade. INT. 3RD FLOOR STORAGE The elevator opens. The Housemen start cleaning out the elevator. Ilyas comes, takes a table and drags it away. He stops and screws with Pimentel, who gets angry. As Pimentel walks past him with a table Ilyas starts patting him on the shoulders. He knocks Pimentel against a bar. A glass falls from it and breaks. Pimentel looks at the glass, then at Ilyas. ILYAS Oooh, pimentel, pimentel... PIMENTEL Haste la verga, cavron. Ilyas picks up the table and hurls it onto a cart. Pimentel sees that. he takes a gulp from his coke and lets out a huge burp. PIMENTEL Yu put good cavron, no chinges vato. Y next, ese pinche puto vjeho habla...no no no no. He walks away, to the elevator. The audio visual guys are still in their cage. They are preparing cables and stuff. From the floor below, someone pounds on the door. Ilyas yells down. They pound again. Ilyas pounds on the wall. He and Pimentel grab a couple of tallboys and exit the elevator. The pounding continues. Nobody hears it. One of the AV Guys, Clint, wheels out two AV carts full of cables and such. In the background, the Housemen start arguing. The pounding continues. Clint closes the elevator door, and the elevator is called to the floor below. INT. GRAND BALLROOM A/B Jerry, now with a full cast on his injured arm, is working on the Audio Visual Screen, high atop the Man lift. The screen has fallen all the way down to the ground. Another engineer, Dominic, is on the ground, by the switch that raises and lowers the screen. JERRY Ok...now try to raise it.... Dominic flips the switch. The motor runs, but the screen doesn't budge. JERRY God Damn. This is a real mess.... DOMINIC Try and check the carrier flange. Maybe it got loose or something. JERRY Bo...it's one of the locking pins that got separated. It snapped right in half. Jerry makes a makeshift pin from one of the nails at the bottom of the man lift. He jams it into the socket of the old pin. The nail is too thin, he has to hold it from sliding through. JERRY Ok, do it now. Dominic flips the switch. The screen begins to wind up. Jerry holds the nail, until his watch gets caught on something. It's stuck. His arm starts to twist, small cracks coming from his joints. His face turns red from pain. JERRY Stop...stop... Dominic doesn't hear him. He's texting on his phone. JERRY Stop the screen, you dumb son of a bitch... Dominic stops the screen. Jerry's arm comes free, and he slumps into the man lift cabin. He picks up the broken pieces of his watch and looks at the back. It's apparently a gift from his wife. DOMINIC Jerry...what the hell man? That was unnecessary. You wanna die? Jerry peeks out of the cabin opening. His eyes bloodshot. JERRY You son of a bitch...my arm could have been torn off... Dominic runs to the kitchen. Jerry leans back in the cabin, holding his arm tight. Dominic comes back, with an automatic pallet jack. He wheels it towards the man lift. Jerry, slowly and with excruciating pain, starts reaching for the control switch. As Dominic nears the lift, it begins to come down. DOMINIC Tuck and roll, Jerry. When the lift is about halfway down, Dominic has the jack in place under the lift and begins raising it. The man lift tilts over and it comes crashing down to the ground with a ground shaking thud. Jerry falls out of the lift and rolls a few feet away. Dominic runs to the "Emergency Box" on the wall and takes an M-16. Jerry, coming to and crawling towards the man lift, reaches under the cabin and brings out another M-16. DOMINIC Jerry?...how you wan' do this? JERRY I'm gon' put a few in your head, stupid son of a.... Dominic shoots at the lift. He launches himself at the tables in the room. He flips some 6x30 tables and takes cover behind them. Gunfire breaks out from both sides. Orchestral music fills all of the Grand Ballroom, even though it's only coming from the Grand ballroom C. Mina, Semso, Edgar and Fanny pass through Grand Ballroom A/B, wheeling in two Rolling Break tables. Mina and Fanny are carrying trays full of glasses and plates. Grenades fly from lift to tables, and vice versa. They don't mind. INT. 3RD FLOOR STORAGE Engineers are working on the Air Conditioning. It's Tim, Jose and Dane. Tim is in the Air conditioning duct. He's banging against something. Dane is on the ladder, his upper body is inside as well. TIM Yeah. There are some holes all the way down here. DANE There's nothing we can do with this now. We gotta get all the gunk out first. TIM That's a big waste of time. If we leave it, it will still seep out through the ceiling in the Grand Ballroom. Jose is preparing some plates and lines the edges with bondo glue. JOSE How big are the holes? TIM I don't know how else to do it. JOSE Hey tim...how big are the holes? TIM They are about as big as a quarter. JOSE Then we have to just use the bondo glue. It's easier. Just apply it on the hole. Then, when it gets dry, put some more on it, two or three times like that. All of a sudden, a deep, loud rumble comes from the duct. Jose is startled. He looks at Dane, who is standing on the ladder. Dane starts saying something, when, his body suddenly goes limp. He slumps down, over the ladder. JOSE Dane? Are you ok?...Tim? A familiar green mist comes out of the vent. Jose panics. He drops the plates and his tools and runs towards the freight elevator. Tim is moving inside the duct. His hand comes out the duct, shaking Dane. Trying to wake him up. TIM Hey dane? Dane?.....Jose? Jose closes the elevator. It descends to the 2nd floor. The mist is sucked through the air conditioning vent, towards the floors below. INT. LOBBY Izet is mopping the lobby floor, where next to him, a heating pipe has burst and is spewing water all over. Tim and Franjo are trying to fix the pipe, but it looks like a slow process. The water is drenching them wet. INT. BANQUET KITCHEN The Freight Elevator opens. Clint is in it. A dark, blank, emotionless face. He steps out, doesn't even bother closing it. He throws a few wmpty Mountain Dew cans. They all fall to the floor. On his way through the kitchen, Patricia stops him. PATRICIA Hey man. Waj ju no clin de car by office? Clint goes crazy. He grabs her by the shoulders and starts shaking her around. He's yelling at her. She almost passes out. His yelling is unintelligible. He suddenly hears a meaow. The cat is running away from them. Clint takes the MP-5 from his cart, and goes after the cat. Patricia comes to. She's shaken, but ok. She reaches down, under the Rolling Break table and takes out a fully customized AK47. She runs after Clint. INT. 2ND FLOOR BUSINESS CENTER Two guests walk into the business center. The man sits down by the computer and wiggles the mouse. The woman looks around the Business center. It's a small, shabby business center, with a printer, four computers and a paper shredder. The older man takes out his camera. OLDER MAN Did we bring the hard drive with us? OLD WOMAN I think I put it... The old woman sits down next to the old man. She places her bad on her lap and starts rummaging through it. The old man connects the Camera to the computer. The screen saver disappears. A payment screen appears. The old man looks surprised. OLDER MAN Look at this...they want us to pay... The older woman stops her rummaging. She looks at the old man. OLD WOMAN Oh...that's ridiculous. How can they? This is supposed to be free, like at the other Hotels. OLDER MAN Well, who knows. Probably got their reason. We'll have to ask them at the front desk. They pack up their things and walk out of the Business Center. Just as them come into the Foyer, Ilyas and James come their way. They are pushing a cart full of 6' round tables. The old lady stops them. OLD WOMAN Excuse me? Can you tell me where there are other computers we can use, just to transfer pictures to our Hard drive? OLDER MAN These here you have to pay to use. James jumps at the opportunity. JAMES I think you may have to go talk to the front desk people. We don't work here in the center. OLD WOMAN Why do we have to pay for them? In all the other hotels it is free. ILYAS I'm sorry ma'am. Just what we can do. JAMES Yeah...this hotel is cheap. These executives act like everything is alright, but it's not. OLDER MAN I wouldn't say cheap. Good business practice, maybe. The older man and woman silently walk away. The old woman flashes a Gang sign to James and Ilyas. James and Ilyas try to chase them but the old couple is faster and pull out a pair of Desert Eagles, two each. OLD WOMAN Freeze! Shit Heads! James and Ilyas stop dead in their tracks. The old couple yell at them like a couple of cops. OLD WOMAN Hands up! Don't try anything or the fat guy gets it...get it! At that moment, like a savior sent from god, Patricia and Clint show up. Shooting at each other, from close range. The old woman shoots at them. Clint and Patricia turn their focus on the old couple. From the men's rest room, Kenny peeks out. He vaults from the door at Patricia. Patricia sees him. Right when Kenny is about to get her, she slams the butt of her AK into his cheek bone. He falls down, KO'd. James and Ilyas have started shooting too. They empty their clips, reload and shoot, while continuing to push the table cart. JAMES Man, I can really get into trouble, huh. If I say this hotel is cheap and somebody hears me. (Laughs) ILYAS No jimmy. Why? Das not yur problem. JAMES Yeah, you're right. It's these executives that are.... They push the cart away, into Grand Ballroom A/B, where Jerry and Dominic are still in their shoot out. INT. 3RD FLOOR STORAGE Clint is the only one on the floor. He's looking for something. He ducks under the risers and carts, calling out as he goes. CLINT Here, here, here, here.... A meaow comes from behind the risers. A cat jumps up on top of the risers. It's got his keys in it's mouth. They jingle as the cat moves. Clint attempts to bait it. When he's close to it, he tries to snatch it, but it slips away. It jumps across more risers and up a cable. It comes to rest on the ceiling pipe. Clint looks around for something to throw. There is nothing small enough. So, he starts to climb on one riser. He slowly walks over the risers, careful not to fall in between them The cat, observing him, inches slowly away from him. Clint comes to a stop. In front of him, there is a space where four risers would be, but instead there are tallboy and cocktail tables crudely thrown in the hole. On the other side of that hole are more risers and lots of linen thrown on top of them. If he can snatch the cat and land on the linen he'll be good. He grabs hold of the pipe and starts to shimmy across it. Barely a few feet across, he starts struggling and losing grip. His face turning red from the stress. His eyes never losing sight of the cat. He pulls himself up with the last bit of strength and hooks his elbow around the pipe. He hangs there until he regains some strength, then he starts to swing back and forth. He wings and gains a big arc. At the height of the arc he tries to grab the cat. As his hand comes closer to the cat, it gets scared and jumps off, and scratches Clint across the face. Clint grabs his face. He is too heavy for his other hand alone and it loses its grip. He plummets down on top of the cocktail tables. The cat slips away, towards the back of the 3rd floor. INT. GRANDBALLROOM C The lights have been slightly dimmed. There is a buffet table and guests are taking food from it. A server is adding more food to the chafers. The Chinese Orchestra is practicing their daily routine for their upcoming concert tour. The bullets from jerry and Dominic's shoot out pass through the airwall that's dividing the ballroom. The music syncs the passing bullets in tune. Thick smoke is in the air, revealed by the low house light levels. Most of the orchestra members are smoking. The servers are having a hard time just emptying the ash trays. The orchestra is being directed by a short, balding man. He motions wildly with his stick in the air. Balancing it with a cigarette, and holding another cigarette in his other hand. There are three pianists sitting behind him behind three pianos. One piano is pierced by a bullet, striking a false tune. Housemen bring in tables and set them up on the north wall. Servers bring in plates, silverware and all the stuff required for a dinner. Edgar is in the middle of it all, directing everyone on what to do, sharply contrasting the musical dirigent. The guest in charge approaches Edgar. KOWANG Hello sir. I just want to confirm that our dinner is starting at 7 PM? Edgar takes out his BEO (Banquet Event Order) and flips through the pages. He finds it. EDGAR Yes. That is the dinner for 743 people. You have the full dinner, desserts and four cash bars. Two are inside, and two outside. KOWANG And also, i would like to move hose two from the outside into the ballroom, and put two hosted bars into their places. EDGAR We can do that. Do you still want the votives on the tables? KOWANG Yes, please. We have a change of plans. We'll be extending our stay at your hotel for another two weeks. Normally we would have moved to the grand America, but your hospitality is excellent. EDGAR We are happy to do all we can for you. Please let us know of anything else we can do for you. KOWANG I will do so. Thank you so much again. Kowang joins an older lady who happens to walk by. Edgar pushes his earpiece and changes the channel. He talks to someone. One by one, the execs enter the hotle. The bellman gets into the Limo. The Limo burns rubber as the bellman drifts through the drive way into the garage. KOWANG Mrs. Lee...how are you? They walk out of the Ballroom. From the Ballroom A/B, shots can still be heard and Jerry's and Dominic's muffled arguments. Edgar goes back to directing the servers. EXT. HOTEL FRONT - BELL STAND - DAY Guest cars take up much of the drive through space. Bellmen are helping guests. They are frantically running around, moving luggage and cars. Two Bellmen are arguing. They play a coin toss game. They are plaing who's gonna get the tip. The giving guest in question, stands between them, observing, with a huge wad of Hundred dollar bills. A long, black 1998 Lincoln Towncar Limo pulls up. It's got five windows inbetween the wheels. All the car's trim has been upgraded to twenty-four carat gold. A bellman runs up to the door. He opens it. Hotel Super Executives start piling out of the limo. One of the executives snaps his fingers. The driver brings him a briefcase. The exec opens it and hands it to the bellman, who's jaw drops. In the case there is a hundred grand. Tips for the bellman. BELLMAN Thank you sir. NELSON Yes. Yes. Keep up the good work. INT. GRAND BALLROOM FOYER Guests are walking about the foyer. One man tries to buy cigarettes from the vending machine. It swallows his quarter. The man starts kicking the machine. He goes berzerk. Until Edgar and two security guards come running. Edgar tackles and takes down the man with a swift Neck choke. The security guards handcuff the man, and drag him away. Edgar scribbles something in a little notebook, then leaves as if nothing happened. INT. BANQUET KITCHEN The kitchen is busy as hell. Housemen, servers, dishwashers and the like are crawling about like ants. Steam rises from the dish washing mashine and collects on the ceiling. Two servers are working by the Ice Machine. One stacks crates full of overturned glasses. The other fills them with ice and water. Mina is going to the Grand C back hallway. She is pushing stacked crates of glasses and pulling a huge bowl of salad. A dishwasher runs up to her and takes over pushing the salad bowl. He takes out a fork and starts eating the salad. Mina stops. She parks the crates next to a Hotbox, and the salad next to the crates. She stops the dish washer. MINA Will you go downstairs and get one of the guys to mop the kitchen area? DISHWASHER I'll get Vasil on it. He's coming from lunch in ten minutes. Mina continues towards the Banquet office. MINA Somebody is going to slip and fall there. I would not mind. We have too many idiots here. At the end of the hallway the main chef brings in one more hotbox. CAUESTAU Coming through. Good stuff here. A server opens the box. Looks inside. SERVER Good stuff? CAUESTAU The best. If anything ends up missing, the punishment is fifty lashes across the back and, let's say...ten face dumps in the toilet. INT. ALPINE BALLROOM The buffet line is long. Servers are changing the food pans in the chafers. Some are serving the guests on the tables. Mina walks into the Ballroom, with some plates. She catches Boris going out. MINA Boris. Please, would you bring more bread. They don't have anymore. Boris blows her off. BORIS What is this my big gosh? Fanny takin boris bring more glasses, Semso takin bring more napkin. (goes on ranting in russian) Boris tries to leave. Mina grabs his arm. She lifts up her shirt and reveals a gold plated beretta, tucked in her belt. MINA Boris...don't talk back to me. You do the shit i tell you to do. She grabs hold of the beretta, but doesn't take it out. Boris shows her a Colt Python, hidden in a holster beneath his server vest. Mina backs off a little, keeping her hand on the beretta. Behind her, on the table, the guests suddenly get up. They take out guns, cock them and point them at Boris. Behind boris, some servers pour in, also armed, and point their guns at mina. Nobody relents. It's a tense moment. They stare at each other. Mina is chewing something. BORIS A couple steps back please. Mina moves a couple of steps back, keeping her eyes on boris. She picks up a water pitcher from the guest table and spits the dark tobacco juice into it, then puts the pitcher back. MINA Are you going to do something? Boris doesn't say anything. He sizes them up. The event around them keeps on going, despite their mexican standoff. MINA Yeah...i think you were. Weren't you? BORIS Mina, wot is it? Waj ju takin shit everibodi? No only Boris work. Tis pipo work everytin hir. MINA What everybody work? Hehe...only i work here. Everybody else is sitting down. I have to run everywhere. BORIS And boris no work? (Laughs) Pliz. You no toking. MINA Boris, i'm not playing around. BORIS Tis is no my problem. Hir servers, der servers. No only Boris. Mina looks around the room, and sure enough, there are servers sitting at the guest tables: eating, drinking, smoking, laughing with the guests, etc. She motions to the guests behind her. They put down their guns, sit back down and go back to their conversations like nothing happened. Mina hides her beretta again. The servers behind boris also put theirs away, and help boris do what mina told him to do. INT. BANQUET KITCHEN Semso and Silvina are working on two Rolling Buffets. Silvina is organizing the Coffee, Tea and such. Semso is checking the glasses and the Coffee Cups. Mina, Djordje and Jasminka, the Banquet manager, come in. They are talking about something, but Jasminka sounds like she is arguing, with her high and loud voice. She sounds like that all the time. SILVINA Hey Djordje. They want food on the break? DJORDJE Yes. The food is just veggies and fruit. It goes at 10 am. So don't worry about it. I'll get someone to do it. SEMSO Are you guys going to smoke? DJORDJE Yes. Are you coming? (To Silvina) On the break that we have in Alpine, you can just refresh it. Don't worry about the rest. SILVINA Ok Djordje. Wat putin in Salon 3 de break? Mina jumps in at the opportune moment. MINA They have double side buffet. Meanwhile, Jasminka is keeping the elevator door open. She gets impatient, and yells at them from the top of her lungs. JASMINKA Let's go. Leave them. They know what to do. Everything is ready. INT. SECURITY OFFICE Brendan, the security director is sitting behind his desk. There are two EMTs, two cops and two of his security guards. The Housekeeping manager walks into the room. She hands some forms to Brendan. He takes them, scans them over, then signs them, passing them to the Cops and EMTs. BRANDON Well, everything's done. The papers are signed. (Looks at the EMTs) You guys can take them to the hospital. EMT #1 Ok. I assume you guys have taken care of all the necessary forms for their leaves of absences? SAMANTHA Yeah. We'll keep them on paid leave until you guys clear them to work again. The Director of Engineering could not make it, but i talked with him, and i'm talking on behalf of him. The EMT takes the forms, he and his co-worker leave. The cops sign some papers with brandon. BRANDON Alright gentlemen. We'll take care of the rest. The cops leave. Brandon takes the papers and leaves his office. END OF EPISODE ONE Copyright and Trademark by Bojan Letic.
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