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A couple of henchmen start after them. There is the SOUND of

an approaching police SIREN.

SPATS:

Come on -- let's blow. We'll take

care of those guys later.

They all pile into the black Dussenberg. The driver shifts

into reverse and the car shoots backwards out of the garage.

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

Joe and Jerry come skidding around the corner from Clark

Street, race down the snow-covered alley. In b.g. there is

the SOUND of squealing tires and police sirens.

JERRY:

(as they run)

I think they got me.

JOE:

They got the bull-fiddle.

JERRY:

(feeling himself all

over)

You don't see any blood?

JOE:

Not yet. But if those guys catch us,

there'll be blood all over. Type O.

They start running even faster.

JERRY:

Where are we running, Joe?

JOE:

As far away as possible.

JERRY:

That's not far enough. You don't

know those guys! But they know us.

Every hood in Chicago will be looking

for us --

They reach the end of the alley. A couple of motorcycle

policemen, their sirens wailing, flash by in the direction

of the garage. The word must have spread, because pedestrians

are also running in the same direction. Joe stops, looks

around quickly, and seeing a cigar store on the corner drags

Jerry inside.

INT. CIGAR STORE - DAY

Joe hurries to a wall telephone near the entrance. Jerry

follows breathlessly.

JOE:

Got a nickel?

He sets the saxophone case down, and taking a coin from Jerry,

inserts it in the slot.

JERRY:

You going to call the police?

JOE:

The police? We'd never live to

testify. Not against Spats Colombo.

(into phone)

Wabash 1098.

JERRY:

We got to get out of town. Maybe we

ought to grow beards.

JOE:

We are going out of town. But we're

going to shave.

JERRY:

Shave? At a time like this? Those

guys got machine guns -- they're

going to blast our heads off -- and

you want to shave?

JOE:

Shave our legs, stupid.

Stupid is right. Jerry still doesn't get it.

JOE:

(into phone; his voice

a tremulous soprano)

Hello? Mr. Poliakoff? I understand

you're looking for a couple of girl

musicians.

Now Jerry gets it.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CHICAGO RAILROAD PLATFORM - NIGHT

Two pairs of high-heeled shoes, unusually large in size, are

hurrying along the platform. CAMERA FOLLOWS them and PANS UP

gradually, revealing rather hefty legs in rolled stockings,

short dresses, coats with cheap fur pieces, and rakish cloche

hats. One of the pair carries a saxophone case, the other a

bull-fiddle case, and each has a Gladstone bag.

A train, with steam up, is loading for departure. Redcaps,

passengers, baggage carts.

ANNOUNCER'S VOICE

Florida Limited leaving on Track

Seven for Washington, Charleston,

Savannah, Jacksonville and Miami.

All aboard. All aboard.

Our two passenger accelerate their pace. But evidently they

are not too adept at navigating in high heels. Suddenly the

one with the bull-fiddle twists her ankle -- or we should

say his ankle -- because it's Jerry. He stops and faces his

girlfriend -- Joe.

JERRY:

(rubbing his ankle)

How can they walk on these things?

How do they keep their balance?

JOE:

Must be the way their weight is

distributed. Come on.

As they proceed along the platform, a gust of wind sends

their skirts billowing. Jerry stops again and pulls his skirt

down.

JERRY:

And it's so drafty. They must be

catching colds all the time.

JOE:

(urging him on)

Quit stalling. We'll miss the train.

JERRY:

I feel so naked. Like everybody's

looking at me.

JOE:

With those legs? Are you crazy?

They are now approaching the Pullman car reserved for the

girls' orchestra. Girl musicians, with instruments and

luggage, are boarding the car, supervised by Sweet Sue and

Bienstock.

JERRY:

(stopping in his tracks)

It's no use. We'll never get away

with it, Joe.

JOE:

The name is Josephine. And it was

your idea in the first place.

Just then, a member of the girls' band comes hurrying past

them, carrying a valise and ukulele case. Her name is SUGAR.

What can we say about Sugar, except that she is the dream

girl of every red-blooded American male who ever read College

Humor? As she undulates past them, Jerry looks after her

with dismay.

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