Eve slips out of the hotel room while Roger pretends to be taking a shower. He whistles “Singin’ in the Rain” until he hears the door close, then steps out of the bathroom.
Sitting on the bed, he rubs the edge of a pencil over the hotel notepad, revealing the address “1212 N. Michigan” on the imprint.
Later, Roger takes a cab to 1212 N. Michigan. He enters the building. There’s a large sign in the entranceway, saying “AUCTION – TONIGHT 8:00PM Furniture and Objet d’Art, from the collection of Dr. Orlando Mendoza.”
Inside the auction house, van Damm is rubbing the neck and shoulders of Eve, while an auction is taking place. Leonard, leaning against a table, is facing van Damm.
“This magnificent pair of Louis XVI fauteuils,” announces the auctioneer, “Original gilt finish. Upholstered in pure silk damask. How much may I say to start? What am I bid?”
“One hundred,” says a woman.
“One hundred is bid,” replies the auctioneer. “Thank you. One fifty is bid here. Say the two hundred? Thank you – two hundred is bid.”