Dirty Dancing Page #4

Baby, where are you going

in this weather?

Uh, they're having charades

in the west lobby.

Quite the little joiner,

aren't we?

- Have you had many women?

- What?

Baby, come on.

Tell me. I want to know.

You gotta understand

what it's like.

You come from the streets

and suddenly you're up here.

Women are throwing themselves

at you and they smell so good.

They really take care

of themselves.

I never knew women

could be like that.

They're so goddamn rich you think

they must know about everything.

They're slippin' their room keys

in my hand two and three times a day--

different women--

so, I think I'm scorin' big, right?

You think, ""They wouldn't be doing this

if they didn't care about me, right?""

That's all right. I understand.

You were just using them, that's all.

No, that's not it.

That's the thing.

It wasn't like that.

They were using me.

What's your real name, Baby?

Frances, for the first woman

in the Cabinet.

Frances.

That's a real grownup name.

I've decided to go

all the way with Robbie.

No, not with someone like him.

Do you think if we came back for a

ten-year anniversary, it would be free?

It's just wrong this way.

It should be with someone--

With someone that

you sort of love.

Come on.

You don't care about me.

You wouldn't care if I humped

the entire army...

as long as we were on the right side

of the Ho Chi Minh Trail.

What you care about is that

you're not Daddy's girl anymore.

He listens when I talk now.

You hate that.

Two, three, cha-cha-cha.

My frame.

Where's my pleasing arc?

Spaghetti arms! Would you

give me some tension, please?

You're invading my dance space.

This is my dance space.

That's yours. Let's cha-cha.

Don't look down.

Look right here.

- How you call your lover boy?

- Come here, lover boy.

- And if he doesn't answer?

- Oh, lover boy.

- And if still doesn't answer?

- I simply say...

Baby

O-Oh, baby

My sweet baby

You're the one

Takin' dance lessons?

I could teach ya, kid.

My grandfather put me in charge

of the final show.

I want to talk to you

about the last dance.

I'd like to shake things up a bit.

You know, move with the times.

I've got a lot of ideas.

I've been working

with the staff kids...

on a cross between a Cuban rhythm

and soul dancing.

Whoa, boy.

Way over your head here.

You always do the mambo, huh?

Why not dance this year's

final dance...

to the pachenga?

Right.

Well, you're free to do the same,

tired number as last year if you want...

but next year we'll find

another dance person...

- who'll only be too happy--

- Sure, Neil. No problem.

We'll end the season

with the pachenga.

Great idea.

Sometimes he's hard to talk to,

but the ladies seem to like him.

See that he gives you the full half-hour

you're paying him for, kid.

That little wimp. He wouldn't know a

new idea if it hit him in the pachenga.

I could have told him

some new ideas.

Why did you let him

talk to you that way?

- What, fight the boss man?

- You tell him your ideas.

- He's a person like everyone else.

- Look, I know these people.

They are rich and they're mean.

They won't listen to me.

Why not fight harder?

Make them listen.

Because I need this goddamned job

lined up for next summer.

My dad calls me today.

""Good news,"" he says. ""Uncle Paul

can finally get you in the union.""

What union?

The House Painters and Plasterers

Local Number 179 at your service.

I've been thinking a lot

about the Domino Theory.

Now, when Viet Nam falls,

is China Next?

I don't think they saw us.

Fight harder, huh?

I don't see you fightin' so hard,

tellin' Daddy I'm your guy.

I will. With my father,

it's complicated.

- I will tell him.

- I don't believe you, Baby.

I don't think...

that you ever had

any intention of telling him.

Ever.

Well, Cousin, it's almost over.

Labor Day weekend is here.

Well, Cousin, it's almost over.

Labor Day weekend is here.

Soon it's back to the old books and

back to work. What a terrible thought!

Have you seen Johnny?

I'm sorry.

Looks like I picked

the wrong sister.

That's okay, Baby.

I went slummin' too.

Hit me.

Get out of here.

You're not worth it.

Win big, Moe.

As always.

This is our last night together, lover.

I've got something worked out for us.

Excuse me, sir.

The pirate number's next.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, kid.

I've been playing cards all weekend

and I've got an all-night game tonight.

Why don't you give my wife

some extra dance lessons?

I'm sorry, Mr. Pressman...

but I'm booked up for

the whole weekend with the show.

I won't have time

for anything else.

I don't think it'd be fair

to take the money.

I've decided tonight's the night

with Robbie.

He doesn't even know yet.

It's me.

Holy sh*t!

You wanna hear somethin' crazy?

Last night l--

I dreamt we were walking along

and we met your father.

He said, ""Come on,""

and he put his arm around me.

Just like he did with Robbie.

You know how you feel when you see a

patient and you think he's all right...

then you look at the X rays

and it's nothing like you thought?

What happened?

It's exactly what it's like when you

find out one of your staff's a thief.

Moe Pressman's wallet was stolen

when he was playing pinochle last night.

It was in his jacket hanging

on the back of his chair.

He had it at 1:
30 and when he

checked again at quarter of 4::00...

it was missing.

Vivian thinks she remembers

this dance kid Johnny...

walking by.

So we ask him,

""You have an alibi for last night?""

He says he was alone

in his room reading.

There are no books

in Johnny's room!

There's been a mistake.

I know Johnny didn't do it.

There's been similar thefts at the

Sheldrake. It's happened here before.

- Three other wallets.

- I know he didn't do it.

Stay out of it, Baby.

Wait. Don't put those

tables together. Come on.

Daddy, I need your help.

I know Johnny didn't take Moe's wallet.

- Oh? How do you know?

- I can't tell you.

- Just please trust me, Daddy.

- I'm sorry, Baby. I can't.

This Danish is pure protein.

Maybe Johnny didn't do it.

Anyone could've taken it.

Maybe it was, uh--

It could've been that little,

old couple, the Schumachers.

- I saw her with a couple of wallets.

- Sylvia and Sidney?

Baby, you don't go around

accusing innocent people.

I even saw them at the Sheldrake. You

said something was stolen from there.

I got an eyewitness

and the kid has no alibi.

Come on, Neil. You'll learn

what it's like to fire an employee.

Wait a minute. I know Johnny

didn't take the wallet.

I know because he was

in his room all night.

And the reason I know

is because I was with him.

I told you I was

telling the truth.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

But you lied too.

You told me everyone was alike

and deserved a fair break.

But you meant everyone

who is like you.

You told me you wanted me to change

the world, to make it better.

But you meant by becoming

a lawyer or an economist...

and marrying someone

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