The Fabulous Baker Boys Page #2

At which point Frank's hands descend onto the keyboard

and give birth to the melody of -- what else? "People.'

JACK AND FRANK - LATER

They exit the stage to applause.

FRANK:

Thank you. Remember, room service is available

till one A.M. for you late-nighters.

INT. HOTEL KITCHEN

Jack and Frank pass through the steamy hotel kitchen.

FRANK:

Don't make trouble, all right?

JACK:

Who's gonna make trouble?

(spotting someone)

Hey, amigo!

JACK'S POV - MAN

in an apron, cutting meat off a huge soup bone,

looks up.

BACK TO SCENE:

MAN:

Jack!

(lower)

Frank.

FRANK:

(the feeling's mutual)

Yeah, hi, Hector.

HECTOR (MAN)

(re:
the soup bone)

For Eddie. I wrap.

JACK:

Gracias.

FRANK:

(as they exit)

I mean it, Jack. Behave.

JACK:

Like an angel.

INT. OFFICE

Frank stands across the desk from a YOUNG MAN who,

despite his youth, has an irritatingly paternal

attitude toward the two men in his office. Jack stays

in the doorway, smoking a cigarette, as if to venture

any further is to risk contracting some hideous

disease.

LLOYD (YOUNG MAN)

(preparing a cash envelope)

Terrific, boys. Really. Terrific.

FRANK:

Thanks, Lloyd.

LLOYD:

Yes, sir. You're just what we needed on a night

like this.

FRANK:

Uh ... thanks.

Frank glances at Jack and realizes he should have left

him in the kitchen with Hector and the soup bone.

LLOYD:

Only, Jack, do me a favor, will ya, pal? If you

wanna smoke, put on a pair of sunglasses and go

play with the n*ggers on State Street. These

blisters from the midwest don't wanna watch some

guy dripping ash all over himself while he's

playing 'The Sound of Music.'

ANGLE - JACK

Smoke curls out of Jack's nose. He is utterly still,

like a pit bull eyeing a steak.

BACK TO SCENE:

LLOYD:

Okay, boys, that ought to buy you a few more

lessons. By the way, Frankie, I'm declaring this.

Lloyd slaps a slender envelope onto the desk and,

business closed, busies himself with other matters.

FRANK:

Uh ... You don't know when you'll be wanting us

back, do you, Lloyd?

LLOYD:

I'll call you.

FRANK:

Uh, well, you know, the way our schedule is, I

thought maybe...

LLOYD:

I'll call you.

Frank bites down and takes the envelope from the desk.

JACK:

Count it.

FRANK:

Huh?

JACK:

Count it.

FRANK:

Jack...

JACK:

Count the f***ing money, Frank.

Lloyd looks up. Jack is staring right into him.

Reluctantly, Frank opens the envelope.

FRANK:

It's all here.

(pulling Jack out)

I'll be talking to you, Lloyd.

Lloyd doesn't answer. He just looks at Jack, smiling

with amusement.

EXT. STREET - JACK AND FRANK

Jack comes out onto the street holding the wrapped

soup bone, dogged by Frank, who's got the cardboard

stand-up under his arm.

FRANK:

You mind telling me what that was about in there?

Was that planned?

Or were you just bored and decided

to get creative?

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