Some Like It Hot Page #31

SUGAR:

Yes.

JOE:

(to Jerry)

You heard her -- yes.

SUGAR:

(bubbling over)

Oh, Josephine -- just imagine -- me,

Sugar Kowalczyk, from Sandusky, Ohio,

on a millionaire's yacht. If my mother

could only see me now --

JERRY:

(looking off toward

Osgood)

I hope my mother never finds out.

At his table, Osgood, catching Jerry's look, blows kisses to

him.

On the bandstand, Sue turns to the audience for her signature

spiel.

SUE:

That's it for tonight, folks. This

is Sweet Sue, saying good night, and

reminding all you daddies out there --

every girl in my band is a virtuoso --

and I intend to keep it that way!

Behind her, Sugar picks up her ukulele and the basket of

flowers, tiptoes off the stand. Joe waves after her, wishing

her luck. Sugar hurries toward the staircase, passing

Bienstock, who is planted near the reservation desk. As Sue

cuts off the music Joe frantically packs up his saxophone.

Then he leaps off the bandstand, and dashing past the

bewildered Bienstock, starts up the stairs two at a time.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ROOM 413 - NIGHT

Joe barges in, drops the saxophone case, locks the door.

Then he darts into the bathroom, wriggling out of his dress.

CAMERA PANS OVER to the other door of the bathroom as the

dress and shoes come flying out. They are immediately followed

by Joe, now partially dressed as a man. He slips into

Bienstock's coat, puts on the yachting cap. Even to a captain

he would be a captain now, except for one thing -- in his

haste, he has neglected to take off his earrings. He opens a

window, steps out onto the balcony.

EXT. BALCONY OF ROOM 413 - NIGHT

Joe moves along the balcony, climbs over the railing, starts

to shinny down a post.

EXT. SIDE ENTRANCE OF HOTEL - NIGHT

Sugar, a fur boa over the evening gown she wore on the

bandstand, comes tripping down the steps, hurries eagerly

toward the beach.

EXT. HOTEL GROUNDS - NIGHT

In the f.g., to one side of the main entrance, a dozen

bicycles are parked in a rack. Joe drops down into the scene,

sees the bicycles, pulls one out, mounts it, and pedals off.

Standing under a tree in front of the hotel are Osgood and

Jerry. Jerry is in his evening gown and is holding a flower

in his hand.

OSGOOD:

But it's such a waste -- a full moon --

an empty yacht --

JERRY:

I'll throw up!

OSGOOD:

Well, then, why don't we go dancing?

I know a little road-house, down the

coast --

Joe comes whizzing past them on his bicycle. Jerry looks

after him, open-mouthed.

JERRY:

Well, I'll be -- ! He does have a

bicycle.

OSGOOD:

Who?

JERRY:

(catching himself)

About that roadhouse --

OSGOOD:

They got a Cuban band that's the

berries. Why don't we go there --

blindfold the orchestra -- and tango

till dawn?

JERRY:

You know something, Mr. Fielding?

You're dynamite!

OSGOOD:

You're a pretty hot little firecracker

yourself.

He links his arm through Jerry's, leads him down the path.

Sugar is now almost running toward the pier, a look of great

expectation on her face. This is the big night of her life.

Joe is pedaling desperately to get to the pier before her,

oblivious of the earrings dangling incongruously from his

ear lobes.

EXT. PIER - NIGHT

About a dozen motorboats are tied up to the pier. Sugar

hurries across the planking and up the stairs to the deserted

pier, stops and looks around for her date. Behind her, Joe

comes skimming along the planking on his bicycle, swoops

under the pier.

A disheartened Sugar thinks that she has been stood up.

Joe dismounts from the bike, ducks underneath the pier, and

hops into the motorboat marked CALEDONIA.

Straightening up, he waves to Sugar on the pier above him.

JOE:

Ahoy there!

Sugar turns, her face lighting up.

SUGAR:

Ahoy!

She hurries down the steps toward him.

Joe suddenly remembers his glasses. He takes them out of his

pocket, puts them on. As he does so, he feels the Earrings.

He pulls them off, shoves them in his pocket -- and he's not

a second too soon, for Sugar has just about reached him.

SUGAR:

(continuing)

Been waiting long?

JOE:

(Cary Grant again)

It's not how long you wait -- it's

who you're waiting for.

He helps her down into the motorboat.

SUGAR:

Thank you. And thank you for the

flowers.

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