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INT. THE TAFT- LOBBY

Franklin checks the place out- a Moroccan paradise - rubs his eyes.

Too glitzy for him. Or maybe it brings back memories of what...we’ll get there later.

BEAUTIFUL GIRLS and BEAUTIFUL GUYS parade around, cheek kissing, a few Martinis and Mai Tais dangling off their dainty hands- this is Disneyland for adults, this is exactly what Franklin hates.

Then, weirdly, he feels something, like a small spark of electricity.

Something- not goosebumps, warmer, he looks up and sees- there on the balcony...

A pair of eyes staring down at him.

Nevermind the rest.

Nevermind the WOMAN- all Franklin can see is eyes...

....not even sure what color...blue? green? maybe grey...

...but they scintillate, then disappear.

Bam!

Freaked out Franklin turns to see a hand on his shoulder- it’s Dodge.

DODGE
Checking out Gatsby, I see.

FRANKLIN
Gatsby?

DODGE
That’s what they call her, you know?

FRANKLIN
Yeah? Cause I just saw a...

DODGE
A what?

(Beat.)

FRANKLIN
I don't even know.

***

INT. THE TAFT- LOBBY
FRANKLIN
Can I be honest?

SENNA
Please.

FRANKLIN
I feel like you’re hiding something.

SENNA
Hiding? Oooh, bad girl...
(play hits herself)
...bad, bad, baaad me.

FRANKLIN
You're into it.

SENNA
Nooo.

FRANKLIN
Sarcasm. Hiding.

SENNA
Everyone’s hiding something.

FRANKLIN
Yeah, little stuff, an extra drink, drug, one-night stand they wanna forget,
some girl on the side but you, you Ms. Lorn are hiding something big.

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SENNA
Nah.

FRANKLIN
"Nah"?

SENNA
You know, when a man comes up to me and sees me all pretty and happy and
living out my dreams in a beautiful hotel and, no offense, happens to be so sad, so unhappy,
there always has to be...

FRANKLIN
What?

SENNA
A reason...something wrong with me. People don’t like pretty happy things, they want to tear them down.

FRANKLIN
That may be but in your case, I don’t buy it.

SENNA
Ahhh, you’re not denying you're unhappy.

FRANKLIN
Don’t turn tables sweetheart, something’s up. You got sad eyes. You can grin all you want you can flirt with pretty boys and dress up oh-so-nice, and smell oh-so good...but you Ms. Lorn are very very unhappy and that’s why you’re hiding something.

(Beat.)

SENNA
You read poetry?

FRANKLIN
No.

SENNA
I prefer the word “melancholy.”

(She gets up and leaves.)

INT. MIAMI DETECTIVE HEADQUARTERS

RICKTER
I’m telling you, this girl’s a full blown nutsville. Psych has her as diagnosed
BPD, NPD, DID, know what DID is??

FRANKLIN
Nope.

RICKTER
Multiple fucking personalities, Franklin! Oh yeah, and she was in a ward 3 years ago,
still trying to find out what for- homicide, suicide...who the fuck knows?!

FRANKLIN
Didn't see that coming.

RICKTER
See, it Franklin, see it, see it baby! See that she may not be working solo
but she’s creepy as hell and as guilty as O.J. with another dead white girl in his yard.

(Franklin spreads the records out, studying them like..well...a detective, though Rickter takes notice.)

RICKTER (CONT’D)
Achilles foot.

FRANKLIN
What's that?

RICKTER
Hot psychos. You.

FRANKLIN
Yo, it’s called doing my job.

RICKTER
Oooh and you like this particular straight-jacket don’t ya? Evelyn- same darkness, same spark of evil in the eyes...

FRANKLIN
Evelyn was not evil.

RICKTER
Oh yes she was. Got you a little too much on the coke-aiiin.

FRANKLIN
Rickter, piss on another div.

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RICKTER
Sure. I'll leave you.
(heading to the door)
I'll leave you. And the devil. And Eve alone.

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Tuesday, 17 September 2013