To whom?
(Sets down the glass) In this city, everyone leaves a forwarding address. You just have to know which cemetery to ask.
(Returns the letter) The woman who slept in your bed the night before you arrived. She wrote to a man who was already dead. She didn’t know. We never told her. European Hotel Confessions- Scene 1
Told her what?
(Takes the letter, reads silently. Her expression doesn’t change.) This is not a confession, Mr. Julian. This is a goodbye. To whom
(Whispers) I never told anyone I was afraid of elevators.
A small, dimly lit hotel lobby in Vienna. Late autumn. Rain streaks the window. An ancient elevator with a folding metal gate stands stage left. A front desk with a brass bell and a leather guest book. (Returns the letter) The woman who slept in
(Softly) Welcome to the Hotel Continental. Your secrets are safe here. They simply never leave.