Some Like It Hot Page #13

SUGAR:

(downs cupful of

bourbon)

I don't want you to think that I'm a

drinker. I can stop any time I want

to -- only I don't want to. Especially

when I'm blue.

JOE:

We understand.

SUGAR:

All the girls drink -- but I'm the

one that gets caught. That's the

story of my life. I always get the

fuzzy end of the lollipop.

She has screwed the cap back on the flask, and now slips it

under her garter.

SUGAR:

Are my seams straight?

JERRY:

(examining her legs)

I'll say.

SUGAR:

See you around, girls.

She waves and exits into the Pullman car.

JERRY:

Bye, Sugar.

(to Joe)

We been playing with the wrong bands.

JOE:

Down, Daphne!

JERRY:

How about the shape of that liquor

cabinet?

Joe spins him around, and unbuttoning the back of his dress,

starts to fix the slipped brassiere.

JOE:

Forget it. One false move, and they'll

toss us off the train -- there'll be

the police, and the papers, and the

mob in Chicago...

JERRY:

(not listening)

Boy, would I like to borrow a cup of

that Sugar.

JOE:

(whirling him around,

grabbing the front

of his dress)

Look -- no butter, no pastry, and no

Sugar!

JERRY:

(looking down at his

chest, pathetically)

You tore it again!

DISSOLVE:

EXT. LOCOMOTIVE WHEELS - NIGHT

The wheels are pounding along the track, accompanied by a

spirited rendition of RUNNING WILD.

INT. PULLMAN CAR - NIGHT

At one end of the car, Sweet Sue and her Society Syncopators

are beating out RUNNING WILD. It is a special rehearsal to

break in the two new girls, Josephine and Daphne. The other

girls, including Sugar on the ukulele, are really swinging.

But Joe and Jerry are playing in a dainty ultra-refined

manner, so as not to give themselves away.

Sue, who is conducting from the aisle, raps her baton against

a seat. The girls stop playing.

SUE:

(to Joe and Jerry)

Hey, Sheboygan -- you two -- what

was your last job -- playing square

dances?

JOE:

No -- funerals.

SUE:

Would you mind rejoining the living?

Goose it up a little.

JERRY:

We'll try.

Sue is about to give the downbeat, when her eyes fall on

Jerry's bass fiddle. There is a neat row of bullet holes

across the face of the instrument.

SUE:

How did those holes get there?

JERRY:

(looking down)

Oh -- those. I don't know.

(tentatively)

Mice?

JOE:

(quickly)

We got it second-hand.

SUE:

All right -- lets take it from the

top. And put a little heat under it,

will you?

She brings the baton down, and the girls start playing again.

This time Joe and Jerry give it both knees -- Joe going for

a wild ride on the sax, and Jerry slapping and twirling the

bass like a girl possessed. Sue c*cks her eyebrows, amazed

by the hepness of the two conservatory cats.

Now it is time for Sugar's solo. She steps forward with the

ukulele, and starts to sing a hot chorus of RUNNING WILD.

Holding on to the bull-fiddle, Jerry leans forward to get a

better view of Sugar's backfield in motion.

As Sugar shimmies through the number, the hidden flask slips

out from under her garter, and falls to the floor with a

clank. She freezes. Sue raps her baton furiously against the

seat, stopping the music.

SUE:

BIENSTOCK!

Bienstock, with his glasses on, is sitting father back in

the car reading Variety. He leaps up.

BIENSTOCK:

Yes, Sue? What is it?

SUE:

(pointing at flask)

I thought I made it clear I don't

want any drinking in this outfit.

BIENSTOCK:

(picking up flask)

All right, girls. Who does this belong

to?

(no answer)

Come on, now. Speak up.

(still no answer; his

eyes fall on Sugar,

who stands there

frozen)

Sugar, I warned you!

SUGAR:

Please, Mr. Bienstock --

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote