Some Like It Hot Page #40

JOE:

(into telephone, in a

Southern female voice)

Hello, Room 414? This is the ship-to-

shore operator -- I have a call for

Miss Sugar Cane.

INT. ROOM 414 - (CONTINUOUS) - DAY

Dolores, in a robe and hair-curlers, is at the phone. Sugar,

in a negligee, is stretching out on her bed, dreamily reading

a copy of Vanity Fair.

DOLORES:

Hey, Sugar, it's for you -- from the

yacht.

Sugar jumps up, grabs the phone eagerly.

SUGAR:

Hello?

INT. ROOM 413 - (CONTINUOUS) - DAY

Jerry is watching Joe on the phone.

JOE:

(Cary Grant once more)

Hello, my dearest darling. So good

to hear your voice again.

JERRY:

I may throw up.

He disappears into the bathroom.

JOE:

(into phone)

No, I didn't, darling -- to tell the

truth, I never closed an eye.

As he and Sugar continue, their telephone conversation,

INTERCUT between the two rooms.

SUGAR:

That's funny -- I never slept better.

And I had the most wonderful dream.

I was still on the yacht, and the

anchor broke loose -- and we drifted

for days and days -- you were the

captain and I was the crew -- I kept

a lookout for icebergs, and I sorted

your shells, and mixed your cocktails,

and wiped the steam off your glasses --

and when I woke up, I felt like

swimming right back to you.

JOE:

Yes. Now about our date for tonight...

SUGAR:

I'll meet you on the pier again --

right after the show.

JOE:

I'm afraid not. I can't make it

tonight.

SUGAR:

Tomorrow night?

JOE:

Not tomorrow, either. You see, I

have to leave -- something unexpected

came up -- I'm sailing right away.

SUGAR:

Where to? South America? Oh. That is

unexpected.

JOE:

You see, we have those oil interests

in Venezuela -- and I just got a

cable from Dad -- the board of

directors decided on a merger.

SUGAR:

A merger? How long will you be gone?

JOE:

Quite a while. As a matter of fact,

I'm not coming back at all.

SUGAR:

You're not?

JOE:

It's all rather complicated -- what

we call high finance -- but it so

happens that the president of the

Venezuelan syndicate has a daughter,

and --

SUGAR:

Oh -- that kind of a merger. Is she

young? Pretty?

JOE:

According to our tax advisers, she's

only so-so. But -- that's the way

the oil gushes. A man in my position

has a certain responsibility to the

stockholders -- all those little

people who invest their life savings --

SUGAR:

Oh, of course. I understand. At least,

I think I do.

JOE - ON PHONE.

JOE:

I knew you would.

He picks up the jewel case with the diamond bracelet from

the desk, studies it thoughtfully.

JOE:

(continues)

I only wish there were something I

could do for you.

SUGAR - ON PHONE.

SUGAR:

But you have. You've given me all

that inside information -- first

thing tomorrow I'm going to call my

broker and have him buy fifty thousand

shares of Venezuelan oil.

INT. ROOM 413 - (CONTINUOUS) - DAY

JOE:

(into phone)

Smart move.

(reaches into waste

basket, extracts

corsage box)

Oh, by the way -- did you get my

flowers? You know, those orchids

from my greenhouse -- the fog finally

lifted over Long Island, and they

flew them down this morning.

As he talks he opens the corsage box, puts the bracelet in

with the orchids, closes it again.

JOE:

(continues)

That's strange -- I sent them to

your room -- they should have been

delivered by now --

Holding the phone in one hand and the corsage box in the

other, he moves toward the hall door.

INT. ROOM 414 - (CONTINUOUS) - DAY

Sugar covers the mouthpiece of the phone, turns to Dolores.

SUGAR:

Hey, Dolores -- will you see if there

are any flowers outside?

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