City Heat Page #2

(CHUCKLES) Hey, sugar, cheer up.

There ain't nothing left

but the good times.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(HUMMING)

(RUDY VALLEE'S "LET'S DO IT" PLAYS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

- Mike?

- Hello, sweetness.

Guess what I'm doing.

From the sound, you're either

making gin or taking a bath.

Lying there all warm and soapy,

watching your pores open up.

I could help. Come right over there

and get all those hard-to-reach places.

Actually, I'm making a list

for this party I'm giving.

Would you come, Mike, please?

I need cheering up, you know.

I haven't smiled since last Tuesday.

Do you remember Tuesday?

- Was it raining?

- Yes, it was.

Oh, maybe I'm confused. Maybe you were...

Monday. Yeah, or Sunday. Yeah.

- Sunday was nice.

- You b*tch, I was with you Sunday,

and Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday.

Well, what happened to Thursday?

Thursday I was in traction.

Well, do you want to be Friday?

Come to my party.

- I might be late.

- Oh, early is boring.

That's why I like you so much,

because you're always so late.

How about I come over

and be late right now?

No, I've too much to do, um...

Just come to my party.

Oh...

Maybe.

Good night, luscious.

(PHONE RINGING)

Okay, I'll come over and buff your body

and bring a nice glow to your cheeks.

And I'll bring a nice foot to your ass.

Who dialed the phone for you, Speer?

I've been hearing that rumor again.

Once is a pain in the ass,

twice is a bore.

Once is all you get, pal.

I'm tired, Speer. Why don't you save

the patter for the pulp reporters?

Well, there's a good card at the arena

tonight, and I'm holding two tickets.

What makes you think

I'd go to the fights with you?

Who invited you?

I'm calling you for Addy's number.

Not a chance. I like the girl too much.

See you around, shorty.

Not if I see your mug first, flatfoot.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Go for the eye!

Thanks for the invite, Lieutenant.

I like the fights.

No, honest, I really do.

I love watching two sweaty,

sinewy, nearly-naked guys

bounce each other around.

Raises all my prurient interests.

Well, that's great.

But you don't have to be so formal.

Why don't you call me Speer?

(CROWD CHEERING)

Come on. Go! Go!

Come on!

Way to go.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

Ten. You're out.

- COLL:
A toast.

- REDHEAD SHERRY: A toast.

Dehl Smith's got something. He's outside.

- Where you going?

- PHOTOGRAPHER:
One more picture over here.

COLL:
Better be good, sunshine.

Name's not "Sunshine,"

and it's $50,000 good.

- COLL:
$50,000?

- DEHL:
Uh-huh.

(GROANING)

I don't like clowns, sunshine.

Told you, my name is not "Sunshine."

You spit it out or you're a memory.

How does "bookkeeper" strike you, huh?

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