Palm Springs Weekend Page #6

...watch the sunrise

come up over the mountains...

What are we going to say?

Coach, that's kind of hard to say.

What are we going to say?

Good night.

- Right.

Okay, boys.

Now go out there

and really enjoy yourselves.

Sorry. Thank you, coach.

Thank you, coach.

Thank you, coach.

Well, it looks like we have

the whole place to ourselves tonight.

What'd you have in mind?

I thought maybe

we could whip up a little excitement.

You know, I'll bet we could at that.

How about a little gin rummy, huh?

What's so exciting about that?

It depends on what you play for.

Oh...

I'll go get myself smelling real pretty

and I'll be right back.

You little spitfire, you.

Amanda.

Amanda.

Hey, Amanda.

Hi, Biff.

Oh, how do you do?

Would you tell Amanda to shake a leg?

Amanda?

How do I look?

Like somebody else.

Oh, that's the nicest thing

anyone has ever said to me.

No, no, I mean you look wild.

There on the balcony in the moonlight.

Wild.

Do you look that good close up?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Why don't you find out?

Look, we're late already.

Why don't you meet me downst-? Ah!

I can't, I promised Gail I'd put Boom-Boom

to bed, and he's defying me.

- It'll take time, but I'll get him to sleep.

- I'll put the little monster to sleep.

I heard what you said

and I'm not going to bed.

Oh, now, look, Boom-Boom,

have a heart.

You want me to be a bachelor

all my life?

- Give me a break, will you?

- What's it worth to you?

Are you kidding?

You can have anything I've got.

Let me check your change purse.

Ooh! Oh...

Here, I'll take this.

- Where is he?

- Inside, blackmailing me.

Hey, what do you have here?

Instant night-night.

A half a glass of this

and he'll be asleep in minutes.

I guess you could call it a "Milky" Finn.

I'm sorry.

Boy, you really do look great.

- All you got is 80 cents.

- It's all yours.

- Plus a nice glass of milk.

- I don't like milk.

You wanna grow up to be a big,

strong basketball star like me, don't you?

Don't answer that.

Here, come on, drink the milk.

Okay, but you gotta have some too.

Certainly. Sure.

I hate to see a man drink alone.

Well, cheers.

Okay, Boom-Boom, time for bed.

- You go right to sleep now, promise?

- It's a deal.

Here we go.

- Night, Boom-Boom.

- Night-night.

You miserable...

"You gotta have some too. "

Oh, Biff!

Biff? Biff, what happened?

Biff, wake up.

Oh, Mrs. Yates

can't find you in here. Biff.

Oh, Biff, I've gotta get you back

to your own room.

Come on, come on.

Gin.

Oh, for crying out loud.

Oh, what's the matter?

Nothing. Nothing.

This ain't exactly kind of evening

I planned, that's all.

You said you wanted a little excitement,

didn't you?

I figure a tenth of a cent a point

is exciting enough for anyone.

Two blitzes,

that's seven, eight, nine, six.

Four, carry the three.

You owe me $6.30.

Okay, put it on the books.

Say, what do you say

we mix up a pitcher full of stingers, huh?

What do you mean, put it on the books?

I want my 6.30.

Charge it.

And maybe a little moonlight dip,

huh, Naomi?

- Now, listen, coach.

- Fred.

Fred.

Call me Fred.

All right, Fred.

Fred.

- But, please, Fred, I-

- It makes music when you say it.

I wanted to hear you call me Fred

from the first minute I walked in here.

It was like something wild

in the air, like...

Like walking into a hot florist shop.

- Don't talk like that.

- What are you afraid of?

You're a woman, I'm a man.

We're both healthy.

Oh, well, that we are, but, Fred, please,

someone might be coming in here.

Naomi, why are you fighting me?

You're driving me crazy,

you little spitfire, you.

Hup, two, three, four.

Come on, that's a boy, that's a boy.

Come on, come on.

- Hup, two, three, four.

- I can't stay awake.

Oh, Biff, come on. Hup, two, three.

Come on, everything's all right, come on.

Hup, two.

Amanda's brought you

some good, hot coffee.

Oh, Amanda.

What's that?

Oh, that's just some music

to read by, baby.

Sounds more like the mating call

of a dripping faucet.

Oh, doggone it.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

It's supposed to give champagne.

- Well, it has.

- Oh, you...

I don't think you should be drinking

in your condition.

- You shouldn't even be standing up.

- Boy, is this thing fouled up.

Why don't we sit down and relax?

Of all times for this

to break down on me.

Sweetheart.

Darling.

Amanda, will you stop it?

How do you expect me to fix this

with you pawing at me all the time?

- Gee.

- Biffie.

I gotta fix it

if I'm gonna get anywhere with you.

I'm waiting.

Maybe if I took this connection

and moved it over there.

- That's it.

- Well, you asked for it, lover.

Well, I'll be- Ooh!

Get lost.

Don't you yell at me, sister.

This is the warden.

Open this door.

Oh! Oh!

- Oh, oh, are you in trouble.

- Where can I hide?

I gotta get you out of here. Come on.

- No, no, no, not there.

- In here.

Under the bed. Under the bed.

Bye.

Amanda. Amanda.

Oh...

Ooh!

Just a minute. Be right there. Ooh! Ow.

Oh, you.

Hey, Ama-

Everybody out.

All right, troops, I have kept my word.

I've brought every man-jack of you

this far alive and not too damaged.

- Yeah.

- Are you still with me?

Yeah.

- Good lads.

I'll lead you through that door

to food and drink...

...and then it's every man for himself.

Oh, Eric, I wanna play.

- In front of all these people?

- I meant poker, silly.

A little later, huh?

Your tables are ready.

Right this way, please.

Here we are. Come on, everybody.

Ladies and gentlemen, be seated.

- Hey, isn't that Stretch there?

- I can't tell you how thrilled I am.

Hi, Stretch.

- Hi, Gail.

- How are you?

Yeah!

Nervous?

A little, I suppose.

I'm living pretty dangerously.

You know, your father wouldn't approve

of a place like this in Palm Springs.

That's a gentle way of putting it.

And he's not exactly

fond of me either, is he?

Oh, now, there I take exception.

He doesn't really know you.

I propose a toast.

Hear, hear.

I drink to the Easter orphans.

To all of us wicked little children banded

together on the beaches and resorts...

...from Florida to California

to observe the rites of spring.

Yeah, yeah.

- Here's to sex, sand and suds.

Enjoy them.

I want you all to know

it's been a pleasure serving you.

Yeah!

Hey. Hi, Stretch.

Think we'll see each other

after this week?

L.A. is only a hundred miles away.

- Might as well be a million.

- Why?

Well, you won't have much time

for anything but studying, working.

- Will you?

- No.

You're right.

There won't be too much time.

- See those sand dunes out there?

- Mm-hm.

They're haunted.

Haunted? Ghosts, you mean?

Oh, yes, ghosts.

Ghosts of thousands of kids

who come down here for Easter week...

...fall in love...

...and then when it's over,

they go out there to say goodbye.

They write their initials in the sand.

It always seems so sad

to come by later...

...after the wind

has swept the sand smooth again.

Jim, what's going to happen to us?

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