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Royal comes into the lobby and freezes.
A large number of trunks, suitcases and boxes are stacked and piled on four carts next to the front desk. There are also several dozen hanging garments on a rack with wheels on it. A bellboy rolls a fifth cart next to the others. The manager and his assistant come over and watch Royal study his possessions. Royal says suddenly:
ROYAL
Where’re my encyclopedias?
MANAGER
They’ve been placed in storage.
ROYAL
(shaking his head)
Damn you. You’re taking my
encyclopedias. This is humiliating.
MANAGER
I’m sorry. Would you like to --
ROYAL
Where am I supposed to go? You’re
turning me into a goddamn hobo.
MANAGER
I’d be happy to make a reservation for
you at another hotel.
ROYAL
You son of a bitch.
MANAGER
Frederick?
The manager looks to the bellboy. The bellboy begins to roll one of the carts across the lobby. The manager walks away. Dusty, the elevator operator, appears at Royal’s side.
ROYAL
Hello, Dusty.
MANAGER
Hello, sir.
ROYAL
Spot me a quarter, will you?
MANAGER
Of course.