FADE IN:
INT. Crescendo Club--NIGHT
LEGEND: L.A. 1958.
Over the sound of lively BONGO DRUMS slapping rhythmically and bright HORNS blaring, we tour the smoky, intimate club, with well-dressed guests downing martinis and scotches, smoking cigars and cigarettes incessantly, LAUGHTER erupting at table after table, glasses CLINKING...
A waiter leads a tall, dark and handsome, tuxedoed ROCK HUDSON and his handsome young male FRIEND to a table.
WAITER
Right this way, Mr. Hudson.
HUDSON
(slipping the waiter a $20) Something farther in back, maybe?
The waiter nods and leads the couple to a dark corner. A drunken WOMAN shrieks as they pass.
WOMAN
ROCK HUDSON! OH MY GOD!
The MAITRE ‘D appears, tapping the drunken woman’s COMPANION on the shoulder.
MAITRE D’
(discreetly) Shut her up or get her out of here. I’m only going to to tell you once.
We follow the maitre d’ back to the entrance, where DESI ARNAZ, shiny black hair slicked back, rumpled tuxedo with bowtie undone, stumbles in with two curvaceous BLONDES on his arm.
MAITRE D’
Welcome back, Mr. Arnaz. We have your table ready.
As Arnaz and company follow the maitre d’ to their ringside table, a MAN stops them.
MAN
(blurting) Hey, where’s the redhead?
Arnaz lets loose with a stream of slurred Spanish invective, then hauls off and slugs the guy. Waiters pull the men apart, and the Arnaz party is seated at their table.
MAITRE D’
Champagne! Champagne for Mr. Arnaz and his friends.
The BONGO DRUMS get louder...
ANNOUNCER (VO)
Now the Crescendo proudly presents the fabulous Frances Faye.
INT. Crescendo Club--NIGHT
LEGEND: L.A. 1958.
Over the sound of lively BONGO DRUMS slapping rhythmically and bright HORNS blaring, we tour the smoky, intimate club, with well-dressed guests downing martinis and scotches, smoking cigars and cigarettes incessantly, LAUGHTER erupting at table after table, glasses CLINKING...
A waiter leads a tall, dark and handsome, tuxedoed ROCK HUDSON and his handsome young male FRIEND to a table.
WAITER
Right this way, Mr. Hudson.
HUDSON
(slipping the waiter a $20) Something farther in back, maybe?
The waiter nods and leads the couple to a dark corner. A drunken WOMAN shrieks as they pass.
WOMAN
ROCK HUDSON! OH MY GOD!
The MAITRE ‘D appears, tapping the drunken woman’s COMPANION on the shoulder.
MAITRE D’
(discreetly) Shut her up or get her out of here. I’m only going to to tell you once.
We follow the maitre d’ back to the entrance, where DESI ARNAZ, shiny black hair slicked back, rumpled tuxedo with bowtie undone, stumbles in with two curvaceous BLONDES on his arm.
MAITRE D’
Welcome back, Mr. Arnaz. We have your table ready.
As Arnaz and company follow the maitre d’ to their ringside table, a MAN stops them.
MAN
(blurting) Hey, where’s the redhead?
Arnaz lets loose with a stream of slurred Spanish invective, then hauls off and slugs the guy. Waiters pull the men apart, and the Arnaz party is seated at their table.
MAITRE D’
Champagne! Champagne for Mr. Arnaz and his friends.
The BONGO DRUMS get louder...
ANNOUNCER (VO)
Now the Crescendo proudly presents the fabulous Frances Faye.
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