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JERRY:

Yeah -- Josephine.

SUGAR:

Will she be surprised. I just can't

wait to see her face --

JERRY:

Neither can I. Come on -- lets go up

to her room and tell her -- right

now.

He grabs her hand, starts to run toward the hotel.

SUGAR:

We don't have to run.

JERRY:

Oh yes, we do!

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. FOURTH FLOOR CORRIDOR - DAY

Jerry, holding Sugar by the hand, comes running down the

corridor from the elevator. He flings open the door of 413,

pulls Sugar inside.

INT. ROOM 413 - DAY

Jerry and Sugar stop breathlessly, look around. The room is

empty.

JERRY:

Josephine --

SUGAR:

I guess she's not in here.

JERRY:

That's funny. Josie --

(sees Josephine's

dress on a hanger;

smugly)

I can't imagine where she can be.

SUGAR:

Well, I'll come back later.

JERRY:

No, no, Sugar -- wait. I have a

feeling she's going to show up any

minute.

SUGAR:

(sitting down)

Believe it or not -- Josephine

predicted the whole thing.

JERRY:

Yeah. This is one for Ripley.

SUGAR:

Do you suppose she went out shopping?

JERRY:

That's it. Something tells me she's

going to walk through that door in a

whole new outfit.

He opens the door, peers out into the corridor expecting Joe

to show up in the yachting outfit. At the same time, through

the partly open door of the bathroom, comes Josephine's VOICE,

singing "RUNNING WILD."

Jerry does a double-take. Sugar starts toward the bathroom

door and opens it. Jerry follows her, incredulously.

In the bathroom, Joe with his wig on, is lying languidly in

the tub taking a bubble-bath, up to his neck in white foam.

SUGAR:

Josephine.

JOE:

Oh, I didn't hear you come in.

Jerry looks back toward the windows, trying to figure out

how Joe got in.

SUGAR:

The most wonderful thing happened --

JOE:

What?

SUGAR:

Guess!

JOE:

They repealed Prohibition?

JERRY:

Oh, come on -- you can do better

than that.

SUGAR:

I met one of them.

JOE:

One of whom?

SUGAR:

Shell Oil, Junior. He's got millions --

he's got glasses -- and he's got a

yacht.

JOE:

(beaming)

You don't say!

JERRY:

He's not only got a yacht, he's got

a bicycle.

JOE:

(warningly)

Daphne --

(to Sugar)

Go on -- tell me all about him.

SUGAR:

Well, he's young and handsome and a

bachelor -- and he's a real gentleman --

not one of these grabbers.

JOE:

Maybe you'd better go after him --

if you don't want to lose him.

SUGAR:

Oh, I'm not going to let this one

get away. He's so cute -- collects

shells.

JOE:

Shells? Whatever for?

JERRY:

You know -- the old shell game.

JOE:

Daphne, you're bothering us.

SUGAR:

Anyway, you're going to meet him

tonight.

JOE:

I am?

SUGAR:

Because he said he's coming to hear

us play -- maybe.

JERRY:

What do you mean, maybe? I saw the

way he looked at you. He'll be there

for sure.

SUGAR:

I hope so.

JERRY:

What do you think, Josephine? What

does it say in your crystal ball?

Joe glares at him. Meanwhile, Dolores has come into the room

in her wet bathing suit and carrying a dripping rubber horse.

She sticks her head into the bathroom.

DOLORES:

Hey, Sugar, you got the key? I'm

locked out and I'm making a puddle

in the hall.

SUGAR:

(to Joe and Jerry)

See you on the bandstand, girls.

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