The Big Blue Page #10

EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - NEW YORK - DAY

INT. DUFFY'S OFFICE - DUFFY - JOHANA

She is seated across the desk from him. He's reading

through her report. Behind him, outside the large plate

glass window, window-washers are seated on a scaffold

suspended far above the city. They eat lunch.

JOHANA'S eyes wander (bored) around the office as DUFFY

reads. He looks up.

DUFFY:

(indicating report)

This is good work... unfortunately

it's incomplete.

(he glances at the

window)

Could you eat a sandwich 40 floors

above the street.

JOHANA:

(absently)

What kind?

DUFFY:

Johana, am I boring you?

JOHANA:

Sorry. Of course not, definitely

not... well, maybe a little. What

did you say?

DUFFY:

I said that the file is incomplete.

See if you can get through to this Lawrence character and

have him send the Peruvian registration for his missing

truck... and don't let him tell you it was in the glove

compartment.

JOHANA:

Right Chief!

She starts out of the office.

DUFFY:

(to her back)

Did the driver really freeze?

JOHANA:

Like a popsicle. They're keeping

him on a stick until spring.

DUFFY:

My God! I'm glad I didn't go.

JOHANA:

(under her breath,

leaving)

... So am I.

INT. QUONSET HUT - PERU - DAY

Doctor LAWRENCE covers one ear with his hand as he yells

into the phone.

LAWRENCE:

(screaming)

... I said, all the truck papers

are in the glove compartment!

INT. JOHANA'S OFFICE - MANHATTAN

JOHANA sits at her desk, she too is yelling into the

telephone. Her colleague looks over at her and smiles.

JOHANA:

(with a sigh)

Okay, listen, just get the custom's

office to send me a copy as fast

as possible. We can't send you

new equipment until our file is

complete. Okay?

INT. QUONSET HUT - PERU - DAY

LAWRENCE:

Okay, okay. You'll have it by the

end of the week, how's that?

JOHANA (V.O.)

You've made me a happy insurance

person.

LAWRENCE:

Then, goodbye.

He is just about to hang up.

INT. JOHANA'S OFFICE - MANHATTAN

JOHANA jumps up.

JOHANA:

Wait! Professor...?

LAWRENCE (V.O.)

... Yes?

JOHANA starts snooping around the papers on her desk,

embarrassed by the presence of her colleague.

JOHANA:

(as softly as

possible)

You don't know how I could reach

that diver of yours... Mayol... We

need some additional information...

I mean, we have a few questions to ask him.

INT. QUONSET HUT - PERU - DAY

LAWRENCE:

The last thing I heard, he was off

to Taormina for the world diving

championships. That's Taormina,

in Sicily!

INT. DUFFY'S OFFICE - DAY

JOHANA dashes in without knocking.

JOHANA:

Listen, I just found out we've got

real problems in Sicily!

DUFFY:

(alarmed)

What d'you mean?

JOHANA:

(improvising)

The mafia! La Cosa Nostra!

Coppola! De Niro...! I knew it! I knew we shouldn't

have written that policy!!

DUFFY:

(pale)

What's happened??

JOHANA:

The documents are forged.

DUFFY:

No!

JOHANA:

Yes! The notary is a phony. He

has the same signature as the

contractor!

DUFFY:

(outraged)

It can't be true!

JOHANA:

(fast talking)

We have to send somebody over there

immediately! If we prove the

forgery we can cancel the policy.

We'll be off the hook. There's a

flight to Rome in two hours and

from there its just a short hop to

Sicily.

DUFFY:

(reaching for phone)

I'll send Cardoza, he'll be able

to...

JOHANA:

(interrupting)

I tried him, he can't go. His son

is being Bar Mitzvohed tomorrow...

I'll go, boss.

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