C.C. Baxter:
[Opens his bedroom door, tosses a pair of gloves in, and is about to step out, but he has seen Fran lying on the bed]
All right, Miss Kubelik, get up.
[No response from the unconscious Fran]
C.C. Baxter:
It's past checking-out time. The management would greatly appreciate it if you would get the hell out of here!
[Still no response]
C.C. Baxter:
I used to like you. I used to like you a lot. But it's all over between us. So beat it!
[No responss]
C.C. Baxter:
O-U-T, out!
[No response]
C.C. Baxter:
C'mon, wake up!
[Tries to drag her out, and she falls limp. Then he catches sight of the bottle of sleeping pills]
C.C. Baxter:
Oh, my God...!
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