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hwp FADE UP ON A WALL
The camera pans down a weathered wall covered with postcards from Miami Beach, Florida, the Copacabana, N.Y.C., "Wish You Were Here" from Niagara Falls, rickshaws and babes on beaches, etc...
The camera comes to rest on an old photograph of a 1930s hotel, the "Mon Signor," in its heyday, with a full staff of 30 people posed on the lawn in front.
An old guy with a staccato voice delivers a monologue:
VOICE-OVER
There used to be a staff of fifty in this place. Im the only one left from those days. It all comes down to one sap: the night-shift bellhop, thats me. What the hell is a bellhop? You know where the name comes from?
(silence)
Of course not... Its so simple its stupid. They ring a bell and you hop. You hop to front and center. No heroes in this line, kid. Just men doing a job. No questions asked, none answered. I try to keep it simple, kid, not too personal...
Another voice of a young man interrupts.
