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NIGHT SHOTS IN A HOTEL ROOM / video

WW struggles to take off his socks. He sits on a neatly made bed. His trousers lie in a pile on the floor. He mutters and curses.

Falls over on his back. Lies unconscious and still. His faces covered with sweat.

A sound of a floushing toilet. Water in a sink.

A cellular phone on the bedside table starts to ring. A well known drinking melody. Noone answers. The man lies absolutely still.

  

FEMALE BARTENDER _ THE CLUB / stills (voice-over)

A woman approaching her 40īs, with large gold earrings and black died hair. Itīs before working hours and she sits at the bar, dressed in a large sweater, smoking a cigarette. She tells her story to the camera, to the unseen investigator / interviewer.

BARTENDER:
It was a normal night. A salsa night. The crowd was a bit more thirsty maybe. He came and sat at the bar around ten I think. Had his normal vodka straight up. He worried about his business, something about cancerogenous substances. Health warnings. In the fries. After a while he just drank. Stopped talking. I was busy as hell ...

Thats right ! I remember him dancing. Never seen that before. His arms around a woman. His big hands on her buttocks. He is a spender you know. When he meets someone its always champagne. A bottle of your best bubbles, he says in a loud brawly voice. We only have one kind.