40. INT. SOPHIE CANTARO’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
SOPHIE comes down the stairs in her bathrobe to answer an urgent knocking at her door. She opens the door and it is FRANKIE.
SOPHIE
Well, hello stranger.
He walks in, turns the light on in the living room, removes his tie, tux jacket, and starts to remove his shoes.
SOPHIE (CONT’D)
Stop! Just stop. What is this all about?
FRANKIE
Is something eating you, lady?
SOPHIE
What could be eating me? That I haven’t seen you in almost two months? That Sam or Hymie tell me you’ve gone to Tierra del Fuego when I call? That you should appear suddenly out of the night and expect me to play Lady Bountiful to your world-weary carcass? Oh, should I be disturbed? Heaven forbid, Frankie Fane, Sir.
FRANKIE
I don’t know what the hell your problem is but whatever it is just forget it.
Frankie starts to get dressed again.
FRANKIE (CONT'D)
I mean I feel lousy, I’m drivin’ around, I find myself here, so I come in for a drink and a cigarette. You’re jumpin’ salty all over me even before I can get my shoes off.
SOPHIE
Exactly the point, Frankie. Before you get your shoes off. Didn’t you ever think to ask? Just once, say please or may I?
He starts to put on his jacket
SOPHIE (CONT'D)
Oh, Frankie, Frankie, you really don’t understand do you? I don’t know why I keep expecting you to act like other men when you’re not. You’re another kind of machine entirely. Do you bleed? Do you cry?
FRANKIE
No, Sophie, I don’t care about anything that much.
He starts to leave but she holds his arm.
SOPHIE
Don’t go. We’ll talk.
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