Frank Doubleday reacts with fear, denial and childlike bewilderment to the news that he's about to die |
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Barbeau mentally redecorates the suite, retaining all of the original moldings, repainting in light sage,
furnishing from Shabby Chic and adding a scattering of eye-catching accents from Restoration Hardware.
In a few moments, she will put aside this fantasy and kill almost everybody in the room.
A member of Black September, a shepherd from the St. Josephs School Nativity Play and
an ex-backup singer for Fleetwood Mac wait for Pleasance to do another scene from "Splash."
Doubleday attacks Stanton over advice that turned a once natural bob into
"the kind of hair that belongs on a fucking troll doll."
Stanton insists he told Doubleday never to use a blow dryer.
Barbeau promises that once Stanton has cleaned up the President,
he'll do what he can to restyle Doubleday's hair.
Doubleday ignores Barbeau's compliment that he looks like Lady Liberty.
Up close, she's disturbed to discover he's neither anemic nor wasting away on the Atkin's diet,
but is actually an anorexic teenage girl.
Doubleday intervenes.
No-one's going anywhere until Pleasance recreates the lobster-eating scene from "Splash."
Doubleday's hotel suite appears to have been recently vacated by the Rolling Stones.
He's been hoping the band might come back for the two Stratocaster guitars embedded in the ceiling.
It's a surprise to find New York's only remaining stylist standing at the door.
Remorse creeps in as Pleasance remembers liking some of Hannah's work in "Steel Magnolias" and
"The Clan Of The Cave Bear."
Stanton reassures Pleasance he will not have to amuse his captors with
Daryl Hannah impersonations for much longer.
The look that says "I was not meant to be stabbed today."
Barbeau begins redecorating using a Smith & Wesson Model 67 to remove human beings
that clash with her makeover idea.
With the aid of high velocity hollow-point slugs these dying men momentarily recreate a scene
from the tragic finale of Swan Lake.
Barbeau smiles, realizing she's unintentionally left holes in the walls that are perfectly spaced
for a series of framed prints or decorative plates.
Doubleday is overcome with tears as he grasps the alarmingly low probability
of surviving a deep knife wound in a city where the closest emergency room closed nine years ago.
Stanton waits patiently as Pleasance has an "I'm not fucking Daryl Hannah" tantrum.
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