Some Like It Hot Page #15

Sitting on the edge of Lower 1, ready for bed, is Sue. She

is looking off intently toward Joe and Jerry, flipping a

stomach pill in one hand and holding a paper cup of water in

the other. She turns to Bienstock, who is across the aisle

in Lower 2, just buttoning his pajama tops.

SUE:

You know, Bienstock, there's something

funny about those two new girls.

BIENSTOCK:

Funny? In what way?

SUE:

I don't know -- but I can feel it

right here.

(pats tummy)

That's one good thing about ulcers --

it's like a burglar alarm going off

inside you.

She swallows the pill, washes it down with water.

BIENSTOCK:

All right, Sue. You watch your ulcers --

I'll watch those two.

(rises, claps his

hands)

Okay. Everybody settle down and go

to bed. Good night, girls.

The last few girls climb into their births, lights are being

extinguished, curtains are being closed.

Joe, standing outside Berth 7, starts to close the curtains

of Jerry's berth.

JOE:

Good night, Daphne.

JERRY:

(wretchedly)

Good night, Josephine.

Joe closes the curtains. Jerry, in the upper, extinguishes

the light. He settles himself back on the pillow, closes his

eyes.

JERRY:

(muttering to himself)

I'm a girl -- I'm a girl -- I wish I

were dead -- I'm a girl -- I'm a

girl --

EXT. LOCOMOTIVE WHEELS - NIGHT

The wheels are pounding along the track in the rhythm of

Jerry's 'I'm a girl, I'm a girl.'

DISSOLVE:

INT. PULLMAN CAR - NIGHT

There are just a few dim lights illuminating the aisle.

Everybody seems to be asleep, all is quiet -- except for

Bienstock's steady snoring in Lower 2.

After a moment, the curtains of Upper 2 open, and Sugar peeks

out cautiously. She is wearing a negligee over her nightie.

Seeing that all is clear, she slips quietly down the ladder,

and tiptoes down the aisle.

She arrives at Berth 7, and finding no ladder there, takes

one from across the aisle, leans it against Jerry's berth,

and climbs up.

Jerry is asleep in Upper 7, as the curtains part and Sugar

leans in.

SUGAR:

(a whisper)

Daphne...

She taps his shoulder. Jerry sits bolt upright, hits his

head against the top of the berth.

JERRY:

Oh -- Sugar!

SUGAR:

I wanted to thank you for covering

for me. You're a real pal.

JERRY:

It's nothing. I just think us girls

should stick together.

SUGAR:

If it hadn't been for you, they would

have kicked me off the train. I'd be

out there in the middle of nowhere,

sitting on my ukulele.

JERRY:

It must be freezing outside. When I

think of you -- and your poor ukulele --

SUGAR:

If there's anything I can do for you --

JERRY:

Oh, I can think of a million things --

Sugar, looking off, sees something in the aisle, quickly

climbs into the berth beside Jerry.

JERRY:

And that's one of them.

SUGAR:

(finger to her lips)

Sssh. Sweet Sue.

She peers through the slit in the curtains.

Sue, in a wrapper, is padding sleepily down the aisle toward

the ladies' room.

Back in Upper 7, Sugar turns conspiratorially to Jerry.

SUGAR:

I don't want her to know we're in

cahoots.

JERRY:

We won't tell anybody -- not even

Josephine.

SUGAR:

I'd better stay here till she goes

back to sleep.

JERRY:

Stay as long as you'd like.

SUGAR:

(putting her legs

under the covers)

I'm not crowding you, am I?

JERRY:

No. It's nice and cozy.

SUGAR:

When I was a little girl, on cold

nights like this, I used to crawl

into bed with my sister. We'd cuddle

up under the covers, and pretend we

were lost in a dark cave, and were

trying to find out way out.

JERRY:

(mopping his brow)

Interesting.

SUGAR:

Anything wrong?

JERRY:

No, no.

SUGAR:

(putting a hand on

his shoulder)

Why you poor thing -- you're trembling

all over.

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