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COMMODORE:

You're a very beautiful woman.

ALICIA:

I'll have another drink to 'preciate that.

Hopkins no longer wants to dance and breaks away from Ethel.

ETHEL:

(to Hopkins)

Where are you going?

HOPKINS:

Fishin'.

ETHEL:

This time of night? You're mad.

HOPKINS:

What's the difference? There's no fish, dayor night.

ALICIA:

(to the silent man)

How about you? Still drinking? You know

something? I like you.

Hopkins collapses on the couch. The Commodore gets up to leave.

COMMODORE:

Well, I'll see you on board, Alicia. Nine

o'clock.

ALICIA:

(to the Commodore)

Oh, I-I have to think that over.

COMMODORE:

(leaving)

Well, you don't have to pack. We'll pick up

some things in Havana.

ETHEL:

(to Alicia, off Hopkins)

I think I'll have to leave him here to dry out

a little.

ALICIA:

I'm very sorry. You all have to go. It has been

a perfectly hideous party. Good night.

GUESTS:

(ad lib)

Good night.

The back of the silent man's HEAD remains conspicuously still as the otherguests depart.

FADE OUT:

INT. ALICIA'S BUNGALOW - NIGHT

FADE IN on a similar view of the silent man's HEAD, in the living room, sometime later that morning, but now he turns to reveal his face as he inspectswhat's left of the alcohol. He is T. R. DEVLIN, not only tall, dark andhandsome, but apparently unaffected by the liquor in his system. The same

could not be said for Alicia, who sits opposite Devlin, staring dreamilyinto his eyes while MUSIC plays from the phonograph.

DEVLIN:

There's one more drink left apiece. Shame

about the ice.

ALICIA:

What is?

DEVLIN:

Gone.

ALICIA:

Who's gone?

DEVLIN:

The ice.

(off the music)

Why do you like that song?

ALICIA:

(laughs)

Because it's a lot o' hooey.

(suddenly serious)

There's nothing like a love song to give you

a good laugh.

DEVLIN:

That's right.

ALICIA:

(puts her hand to her mouth)

It's stuffy in here, isn't it?

DEVLIN:

Might be.

ALICIA:

What about... we have a picnic?

DEVLIN:

Outside?

Alicia rises and Devlin follows.

ALICIA:

It's too stuffy in here for a picnic.

(off his drink)

Wanna finish that?

DEVLIN:

Shame to leave it.

He polishes most of it off, handily.

ALICIA:

You're quite a boy.

She takes the glass and finishes the rest.

ALICIA:

My car is outside.

DEVLIN:

Naturally.

ALICIA:

Wanna go for a ride?

DEVLIN:

Very much. What about your guests?

Hopkins sleeps on the sofa, an equally unconscious Ethel in his lap.

ALICIA:

They'll crawl out under their own steam. I-I'm

going to drive. That's understood.

But she's too drunk to even put her glass down properly. Devlin takes it

from her and follows her to the front door.

DEVLIN:

Don't you need a coat?

ALICIA:

You'll do.

On the BUNGALOW'S FRONT PORCH, they step out into the breezy night air.

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