On the fountain at El Pueblo. A jet of waiter rises into the
air at regular intervals, tossing an empty ball in rhythm.
Below the ball, the water cascades into the second tier of
the fountain. SUPERIMPOSED over this fountain are the main
and credit titles. Throughout the running of the titles we
hear castanet music growing louder and louder. When the last
credit title FADE OFF we begin to
The corridor, backstage at El Pueblo. An empty corridor
stretches away before us. The CAMERA TRUCKS ALONG this
corridor. The sound of the castanets is so loud and ringing
now that it has a furious and stormlike quality. The camera
seems to search for the source of this sound. It approaches
two open doorways at the end of the corridor.
Through the doorway on the right we see a dancer in Spanish
costume. She pirouettes in a final whirl of the dance as the
CAMERA MOVES IN TO a CLOSE SHOT of her beautiful back and the
two castanets she holds up over her gleaming naked shoulders.
Over the diminishing trill of the castanets, as the dancer
finishes her dance we hear a dull and angry pounding. The
castanets click to an end.
The CAMERA MOVES LEFT to take in the adjoining door to show
us the source of this sound.
INT. KIKI WALKER'S DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
Kiki Walker as she finishes pounding on the wall for silence
in the adjoining dressing room and turns back into her own
room. She is young, blonde and represents that peculiar
phenomenon of our time, the chorus girl and entertainer who
is more lady-like than the majority of Junior Leaguers. Road
shows, one night stands and even a short turn in burlesque
have left no battle scars. She may know many a hard word, but
she never uses it.
MED. SHOT - Kiki's room. Kiki slams shut the door of her
dressing room. Her dressing room is a small bare cubicle with
a sink, easy chair, dressing table and a long mirror on the
closet door. On the dressing table, among a clutter of jars
and ointments, is a small musical trinket box. The closet
door is partially ajar.
In the room with Kiki is Eloise, the cigarette girl at the El
Pueblo, a brightly blondined young lady. Her nether limbs are
well display in black stockings. A cigarette tray is slung
over her shoulder.
(as she walks
It may sound like music to her
-- I can do better with my teeth in
a cold Shower.
Click � click � click.
She's a local. When the dudes come
out to New Mexico, they went to
wallow in Latin glamour. This is a
bad town for blondes.
Yes. So I've noticed. Jerry's
noticed -� He'll come up with
You think be's pretty nice, don't
Why not? He's a good press agent
and a good friend. Besides, we've
shared a lot of headaches ��
You're lucky. I wish he'd front
page for me.
Maybe. For three years I've sung in
rats' nests, while Jerry pounded
his feet off and his brains out --
trying to get me a real chance.
We're due for a little luck!
Kiki walks across to the make-up table and sits down in front
of it, lifting her hands to unwrap the towel which is wrapped
around her head to protect it from make-up. Eloise starts
toward the door, but pauses to admire herself in the mirror,.
I don't mean this personally, Miss
Walker, but it's ironic �-
She pauses, striking a pose the better to look at her own
sleek legs in the minor.
I mean you being a star and me
being just a cigarette girl.
(the mirror to
look at Eloise)
I know. I know. You've got the
talent. I got the breaks.