Marc:.(Looks at package.) What’s in this?
Peyton:You’ll see when you get there.
Marc: Get where?
Peyton: What does the package say?
Marc: It says, “East 23rd and Lexington Ave, George Washington Hotel, Room 829.”
Peyton: Well, you’ll see when you get there.(They have now reached Peyton’s apartment. They ride the elevator up to his room.)
Peyton: Marc, remember how I said you had to listen to what I told you, no matter what?
Marc: Yea…
Peyton: Well listen good. You’re going to go to that hotel. You’re going to ride the elevator like you work there. Got me?
Marc: Yea, so far.
Peyton: When the right one comes along you will know. Open the package when that person comes. The rest is inside.
Marc: Uh, Peyton?
Peyton: What?
Marc: Where are you gonna be the whole time?
Peyton: Me? (Laughs.) I’m going shopping, mate.
Marc: Shopping…?
Peyton: Like hell I am! I got a date tonight, and I’ll be damned if I go looking like this. You’re a big boy, aren’t ya, Marc? I think you can handle it.
Marc: I really don’t think so—
Peyton: (Slaps Marc across the back.) Awww, come on now, be a sport!
Marc: (Gulps nervously.) Ok. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.
Peyton: There ya go! Good luck, Marc.
Marc: Thanks.
Peyton: Oh. And take some of these. (Hands him a pack of cigarettes. Marc looks at him and nods with determination. He walks out the door and onto the street.)
Marc: (to himself.) I have no idea how to get around the city. (Spots a vendor of Indian descent.) Excuse me, sir.
Vendor: How can I help you?
Marc: Could you—
Vendor: I do not know.
Marc: But I’m really lost, do you think—
Vendor: I do not know.
Marc: I’m sure you must know, could you just—
Vendor: I said, I do not know. Thank you, come again
Marc: God dammit. (Keeps walking. Sees a police officer.) Excuse me, officer.
Officer: Yes?
Marc: Do you think you could tell me where this address is? (Shows officer package.)
Officer: Just go down this block and make a left.
Marc: Thank you.
Officer: No problem. (Marc keeps walking. He reaches an older looking building and stands outside of it to verify the address. With some hesitation, he walks in. He spots an open elevator and steps inside.)
Marc: Wait for the one, wait for the one…(Several people walk into the elevator. Turns to a woman next to him.) So how are you today, ma’am?
Woman: Fine, thanks.
Marc: You uh…you want to see my package?
Woman: How dare you! (Slaps him. Elevator opens and she gets off. Two men walk in.)
Man #1: Way to make an impression on the ladies.
Man #2. Definitely. Trevor, don’t you wish we met like that? (They kiss.)
Marc: I didn’t mean it like that, I mean, I have this package—
Man #2: I hope you have a package!
Marc: I wasn’t—(The door opens again and a small framed woman walks in. The two men leave, laughing.)
Woman: Hello, could you take me to room 829, please?