Sweet Smell of Success Page #6

D'ANGELO

(quietly)

Looka, Sidney, you're my own

sister's son, but where does that

give you the right to call me a liar?

SIDNEY:

(looking towards Steve)

You told me that your boy was

washed up with Susie Hunsecker,

didn't you?

D'ANGELO

Yeah, and it's the truth, to the

best of my knowledge. And, frankly,

I'm glad. For Steve's sake, I'm

glad, not yours. I manage these

boys and I got their best interests

at heart. Steve shouldn't get

mixed up with no bimbo at his age.

SIDNEY:

(narrowly)

You told him that?

D'ANGELO

Not in those exact words - you know

what a temper he's got.

A pause. Sidney is thinking.

SIDNEY:

When do these hot-headed boys of

yours go on the road?

D'ANGELO

Coupla weeks. For eight weeks.

SIDNEY:

That's a nice tour. All booked?

(Frank nodding)

When was Susie around here last?

D'ANGELO

Four five nights ago. That's how I

know the romance is off. Also

Steve's in a very bad mood.

SIDNEY:

(abruptly)

Listen, Frank, you'd better make

sure you're telling me the truth.

D'ANGELO

(annoyed)

I don't like this threatening

attitude. When it comes to it,

what the heck is it your business

what they do, this boy and girl...

RITA:

Locating Sidney, she comes up behind him. He turns away

from D'Angelo as she whispers to him. As she departs,

Sidney turns back.

SIDNEY:

If you knew Hunsecker as well as I

did, you might understand why it's

my business. Maybe you're walking

around blind, Frank, without a cane.

Sidney gets off his stool. Casually, but to effect, he adds:

SIDNEY:

...and in case you didn't know it,

Susie Hunsecker's out there on the

back step right now.

He turns away, glancing towards Steve on the bandstand

behind him.

D'ANGELO

He looks disturbed.

INT./EXT. BACKSTAGE AND COURTYARD

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