Some Like It Hot Page #3
His heavyweight build, bashed-in nose and cauliflower ears
don't quite jibe with his mourning coat, striped pants, ascot
and carnation. Dusting one of the marble angels is another
funeral director, in the same somber uniform.
Mulligan enters.
MOZARELLA:
(with grave sympathy)
Good evening, sir.
MULLIGAN:
I come to the old lady's funeral.
MOZARELLA:
(looking him over)
I don't believe I've seen you at any
of our services before.
MULLIGAN:
That's because I've been on the wagon.
MOZARELLA:
PLEASE!
MULLIGAN:
(looking around)
Where are they holding the wake? I'm
supposed to be one of the pallbearers.
MOZARELLA:
(to funeral director)
Show the gentleman to the chapel --
pew number three.
FUNERAL DIRECTOR
This way, sir.
He leads Mulligan past the organ toward the black-paneled
wall, where there is no evidence of a door.
The organist, without missing a note in his playing, reaches
over to the end of the keyboard and pulls out a stop. One of
the panels slides open, and there is a blast of MUSIC from
the chapel. It's jazz -- and it's SWEET GEORGIA BROWN.
Mulligan rears back momentarily, then follows the funeral
director in. The organist pushes the stop in again, and the
panel slides shut.
INT. SPEAKEASY - NIGHT
Grandma must have been quite a person, because she left a
lot of condoling friends behind, and they are holding a very
lively wake. The chapel is jumping. A small band is blaring
out SWEET GEORGIA BROWN. The musicians are not the slick,
well-fed instrumentalists you would find in Guy Lombardo's
band -- they have all been through the wringer, and so have
their threadbare tuxedos. On the stamp-sized dance floor,
six girls in abbreviated costumes are doing a frenetic
Charleston. Crowded around the small tables, mourners in
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