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David looks out the window. The coach pulls up outside the hotel entrance. Men and women, residents of the hotel, climb out of the coach carrying unconscious people. They dump the limp bodies next to a WAITER, who counts them, and the Maid takes notes in a folder. The phone rings. David answers it.
DAVID
Yes?
BISCUIT WOMAN (O.S.)
Good afternoon.
DAVID
Good afternoon.
BISCUIT WOMAN (O.S.)
I’m calling from Room 180. I’m 45
years old but I look 40 because I
follow a healthy diet and I’ve
worked out ever since I was young.
How about you?
David answers, but hasn’t yet figured out who he’s talking to.
DAVID
I’m 45 years old too.
BISCUIT WOMAN (O.S.)
How was your day?
DAVID
Fine.
The dog barks.
BISCUIT WOMAN (O.S.)
You have a dog?
DAVID
Yes.
BISCUIT WOMAN (O.S.)
I love dogs very much and they take
to me right away. I think we’re
going to get along famously. Do you
like butter biscuits?
Now he gets it.
DAVID
Yes.
BISCUIT WOMAN (O.S.)
I don’t just like them, I like them
a lot. Let’s have tea or coffee
sometime with biscuits. You sound
like a very interesting person.
Feel free to call me whenever you
like, morning or night, until 10
o’clock. If I don’t answer, try
again. I take these pills for my
thyroid gland, they told me they
might make me drowsy. My room
number is 180, so my phone number
is 180. I have to go now because
I’m feeling sleepy. We’ll talk
later. Goodbye.
DAVID
Goodbye.
He hangs up and stands there staring at the phone for a minute.