Receptionist
“I didn’t think is was one of those calls, Mr. Abel’s a man of taste miss, a fine customer of ours, I’ve known him to have erm, shall we say, personal calls in the evening, but the women always seem a little more pricey, huh”
As the receptionist gives out a small giggle, we have a C/U of her face, as we hear Lou speaking.
Lou
“ well maybe Mr. Abel simply got tired of the stuck up bitches like you, Miss, so if you wouldn’t mind, whatis Mr. Abel’s room number”
We pan out, the receptionists face looks Lou up and down, and with a cold gritty look on her face, she whispers
Receptionist
“ The numbers 161, Mr Abel always stays in 161”
A long shot is shown of the hotel lobby and long spiralling stairs, as Lou reaches the stairs, a panning shot circles round in a spiral.
As Lou reaches the top of the stairs it zooms out from her body down the corridor, the room number 161 is coloured in a brass golden colour, contrasting from the familiar black and white.
C/U of the door as Lou’s hand reaches up and knocks
C/U of the 161 against the black backround, as the doors open, a C/U of Mr. Abels eyes are seen. He looks left, then right.
Mr.Abel
“ Are you gonna come in then, darling?”
We see Lou walk through the door, a static shot is shown as the door is shut, revealing the 161 room number again.
Mr. Abel
“What took you so long? Im not a man to wait around, my times precious”
We see Lou throw her stuff down and take a seat in the corner of the room, the room is pristine clean white, with a few black pieces of furniture.
Lou
“Just some stuck up bitch in the lobby, and lower the tone a little huh”
The camera zooms out to see Mr. Abel in scene, he takes off his cufflinks and lays them upon glass table, he looks down at Lou.
Mr.Abel
“ You want a drink, our kid, ive got brandy or whiskey or ive got a few cans in the fridge”
Lou
“ It Strikes me .. Sorry whats the name”
Mr. Abel
“Ian, love”
Lou
“Strikes me, Ian, Your not the kinda man to have “ a couple of cans in the fridge” know what I’m saying”
Mr. Abel
“What can I say, I’m true to my routes Darling”
The camera cuts to a medium C/U of Lou’s Face
Lou
“ I’ll take a whiskey , So you know about ONO, I got the card planted through my door”
A quick cut is shown to Mr. Abel, his face seems less assuming now, more withdrawn,
C/U of the whiskey being poured, it’s an amber colour, almost as vibrant as the door number, a panning shot follows the whiskey as it is passed to Lou
C/U of her lips, as she takes a sip a few amber specks trickle down her chin, a hand draws up and wipes her mouth
Lou
“So? Ian”
Mr. Abel
“Yeah I knew that shit ‘ole, far to well love”
Lou
“How’d ya mean “
Cut to Mr Abels face, his crows feet showing around his eyes, he looks to Lou
Mr Abel
“ I just wanted to save a lass her time y’know, theres no point looking for reasons of Timmo’s death love, What happened in Ono, Will always stay in that hell hole of a place, you get me, give up love, You’ll find jack shit, trust me, sweet Fanny Adams”
Lou
“ Hey hold on mate, what would it take for me to get a little info outta ya, y’know, It wasn’t suicide was it Ian, right?”
C/U of Ians face
Mr Abel
“ Y’know what kid, that Timmo was a pile of shit, and I just dunno, to be fair he was doing himself a favour if he had played god that night love, trust me”
