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in touch with you immediately.

He said it's most urgent and imperative

that he reach you at once.

What did he want?

-I don't know.

But he sounded deep, dark and mysterious,

and quite agitated about something.

Philips? Philips? Have we...have we

ever done any business with him?

Not unless you've been keeping it a secret

from me. I looked through all the accounts.

Why'd you tell him you could reach me here?

You know I'm supposed to be on vacation.

So you told me.

And so I told him, dear heart.

But, the gentleman didn't seem to respect

your temperamental moods the way I do.

He was very insistent that he speak to

you 'before it's too late', as he put it.

Well, tell him you tried

to get in touch with me

and I changed my plans

and you can't reach me.

He won't talk to me.

I told him that I was your confidential

secretary but I guess I didn't sound

confidential enough. So, I told him that

he could reach you there this evening.

Well, call him back. If it's as important

as he says it is he'll talk to you.

Otherwise, he'll just have

to wait until I get home.

My, aren't we adamant this evening.

All right. Shall do.

And Frank.

-Yeah?

I a...

I don't quite know how to say this.

-Say what?

But what I want to say is

that there's nothing you can do that

you ever have to feel guilty about.

Sure.

Thanks, Paula. I'll uh...

I'll call you tomorrow.

Oh. Just put it there please.

You can keep the change.

-Thanks very much.

Say, how long has this been going on?

-It's been a madhouse all week.

They check out tomorrow.

I thought you were with them.

No. No, I'm just here on a vacation.

Why does everybody come

San Francisco and tear loose?

Excuse me.

Say, I'm awfully sorry to bother you but

would you mind if I used your telephone?

No. No, go right ahead.

-I'm just across the hall here.

One of the boys is using my phone

and he's been on it for a half hour.

I just want to call downstairs.

-Yeah. -Thank you.

Room service please.

Hey. Things really picked up

the last few days, didn't they?

Write up much business?

-Well, I'm not here on business.

Hello. Room Service?

It's Mr. Haskell in 617.

Yes, that's right. Would you send up three

more bottles of boubon and two scotch?

Oh, and some more ice too.

All right, thank you.

You here all alone?

Yes, I just got in town.

-Well, why don't you join us for a drink?

Well, I don't want to barge in on your

party. -Oh, nonsense. It's not a party.

Just a few of the boys entertaining

some buyers. You know, the usual thing

a few drinks and some laughs.

It's no party, come on. -Well...

-Come on. Come on. -All right.

I know what it's like to be

all alone in a strange city.

I'm Sam Haskell.

-I'm Frank...Frank Bigelow.

You'd think some of these guys never

been away from home before. -Yeah!

Hey quiet down a minute.

Hey, will you quiet down a second?

I want you to meet Frank Bigelow.

-Hello. -Hi.

This is Jane Carlyle. -Hello.

-Bill Welch. -How are ya?

Mr. Welch.

-Glad to know you, Bigelow.

Jane's the prettiest buyer in

San Francisco. -Hey! I resent that.

You don't think I believe him, Elaine?

Well, he spreads that from coast to coast.

But it's good for my morale, anyway.

-I'm George Cadwell.

Glad to know you Mr...

-Bigelow. -Bigelow. Yes...

Write up much business?

-He's not here on business.

Well... -Well, why don't you get the

man a drink before he dies of thirst?

How about a little Bourbon?

-Well, that's fine. -Bourbon it is!

Of course, Mr. Wallace.

Yes Mr. Wallace.

But Mr. Wallace, I'll need at least a week

in Cleveland to visit all my accounts.

I can't figure on being in

Philadelphia until the 17th.

Eddie, would you get off the phone? I want

you to meet Frank Bigelow. -How are you?

That's his boss! He's been trying for an

hour to get his expense account boosted.

The way this guy holds onto a dollar you'd

think they weren't printing them anymore.

Yes, Mr. Wallace! I'm leaving here the

first thing in the morning. Yes sir.

Oh, keep your hips

loose Harry. Like this.

How's he doing?

There's nothing wrong with Harry's

rumba that two...(inaudible)

That one's doing all right there.

-This is Sue and Harry Brandon.

Hello. -Hello. -Good to meet

you. -How are you.

Where'd you find her, Sam,

on a dance marathon?

I bet you could do the rumba.

Well, a little but I'm kinda rusty.

Anything would be an

improvement after Harry.

Well how do you like that?

-Well, here goes.

Hey...you're good.

Oh um, my wife, she's a good

dancer isn't she Bigelow?

Yeah!

Hey fellas! I thought you were going

to show us a good time tonight?

Is this 'doing the town'?

-That's right!

We practically bankrupt our

stores to buy everything you got.

Then you keep us in this hotel room.

-I agree.

This is my last night to howl before I

go back to being a dutiful housewife.

Well it looks like we're stuck boys!

This is where we blow all

our comissions in one night.

And you're coming with us, Bigelow.

Oh, no thanks. You run along I got

to get unpacked and have dinner.

Oh no. You're not going

to get away from me.

Now that I've found a man who can

dance, I'm going to hang on to him.

Man, I'm a hipped!

-You're going nowhere. Nowhere!

Blowing! Blow up a storm, Fisherman!

Stay with it! Go on! Go on!

Get it! Get it, Fisherman!

Have a little bit of my drink, Frank.

-No, thank you.

Excuse me a moment. -Where are

you going Frank? -Excuse me.

I think you've had enough.

What'll it be?

-Bourbon and water, no ice.

Nice quiet place you got here. -Wait'll

they hit the pitch in about an hour.

That's when they really go out of

their minds. -Who's the blonde?

Oh, she's one of the chicks that

hangs around here. She's jive crazy.

Come again? -Oh, you ain't hip pal. Jive

crazy means that she goes for this stuff.

Just between you and me I don't get

it either, but I gotta listen to it.

They're all connoisseurs, music lovers.

Me, I like Guy Lombardo.

What's the matter with him? -He's flipped.

The music's driving him crazy.

Come down, Jack! -Oh, don't buy

me man, I'm being enlightened.

Is the blonde alone? -As sure as

society. She always comes in alone.

Drives a big convertible,

wears a mink coat.

But knows everybody,

but she always comes in alone.

Thank you.

Give me another blast, Leo!

What's your story, Jeanie?

-Easy!

Hello.

-Easy!

Dig the Fisherman. That's really silk,

isn't it? -Can I buy you a drink?

Sure, thanks. Give me a blast, Leo.

Leo, I left my 'blast' at the

other end of the bar.

My name is Jeanie. What's yours?

Frank.

I've never seen you here before, Frank.

-Well, I've never been here before.

This isn't mine. Mine was bourbon.

-Well, sure it is, You saw me pour it.

Get me a fresh drink.

-Anything you say.

Oh, listen to that piano.

Feel those vibrations.

You don't get your kicks out of this,

do you? -I can live without it.

Why do you stay here?

I don't know.

I bet I know. You're

lonely in a big city.

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