Some Like It Hot Page #25

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BEACH - DAY

To the accompaniment of BY THE BEAUTIFUL SEA, several girls

from the band, in bathing suits and caps, are running into

the surf. The other girls are already in the water, splashing

around and frolicking like a school of playful porpoises.

There is no sign of Jerry. Sugar, standing up to her waist

in water, suddenly lets out a startled SQUEAL, slaps the

surface of the water behind her.

SUGAR:

Daphne! Cut that out!

Jerry comes diving up, spouting water like a dolphin. He is

wearing a girls' knitted bathing suit with a short skirt,

and a rubber cap.

SUGAR:

(continuing)

What do you think you're doing?

JERRY:

Just a little trick I picked up in

the elevator.

A good-sized wave comes rolling in.

JERRY:

(continuing)

Oooh. Here comes a big one.

He grabs Sugar, holding on to her tightly. The wave breaks

over them, sweeps them off their feet.

Strolling casually along the beach is Joe. He is wearing

Bienstock's blazer (crest and eight gold buttons), flannel

slacks (bell-bottom), a silk scarf, a yachting cap, and the

glasses (which blur his vision considerably). In his hand he

carries a rolled-up copy of the Wall Street Journal. He looks

off toward the ocean.

The girls are scampering out of the water, and some of them

start to toss a beach ball around. Sugar and Jerry come

running up to the beach hand in hand. They take their caps

off, and Sugar puts on a short terry-cloth jacket.

Jerry jumps around on one foot, his head tilted, shaking the

water out of his ear, then starts to rub himself off with a

towel.

SUGAR:

(studying him)

You know, Daphne -- I had no idea

you were such a big girl.

JERRY:

You should have seen me before I

went on a diet.

SUGAR:

I mean, your shoulders -- and your

arms --

JERRY:

That's from carrying around the bull

fiddle.

SUGAR:

But there's one thing I envy you

for.

JERRY:

What's that?

SUGAR:

You're so flat-chested. Clothes hang

so much better on you than they do

on me.

DOLORES' VOICE

(from off)

Look out, Daphne!

The beach ball comes sailing INTO SHOT, and Jerry catches

it.

JERRY:

Come on, Sugar -- let's play.

He takes Sugar's hand, skips off with her to join the other

girls.

Joe, meanwhile, has come up to a basket chair nearby. Sitting

in front of it, sorting sea shells out for a small pail, is

a BOY of five. A few feet away stands his MOTHER, calling to

him.

MOTHER:

Let's go, Junior. Time for your nap.

JUNIOR:

Nah. I wanna play.

JOE:

(out of the corner of

his mouth)

You heard your mudder, Junior. Scram.

They boy looks up at him, fearfully.

JOE:

(continuing)

This beach ain't big enough for both

of us.

The boy scrambles to his feet, and screaming "Mommy," runs

off, leaving the pailful of shells behind. Joe settles himself

in the chair, peers over his shoulder toward the girls playing

ball.

The girls, Sugar and Jerry among them, are standing in a

wide circle, tossing the beach ball around and chanting

rhythmically:
"I love coffee, I love tea, how many boys are

stuck on me? One, two, three, four, five -- "

There is a wild throw over Sugar's head, in the direction of

Joe's chair. Sugar turns and runs after the ball to retrieve

it.

This is exactly what Joe has been waiting for. As the ball

comes rolling past, he unfolds the Wall Street Journal,

pretends to be reading it. Just as Sugar runs by, Joe extends

his foot a couple of inches -- enough to trip her and send

her sprawling to the sand.

JOE:

(lowering paper; Cary

Grant by now)

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

SUGAR:

My fault.

JOE:

(helping her up)

You're not hurt, are you?

SUGAR:

I don't think so.

JOE:

I wish you'd make sure.

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