INT. HARLEM NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT
Bertie and Bunny walk in and are shown to a table as the band strike up.
CAB CALLOWAY is singing Jumpin’ Jive.
Bunny and Bertie are watching with the crowd. Bunny thinks the song is coming to an end, and her curiosity can no longer be silenced.
BUNNY
Bertie, tell me what’s going on. Who was that woman?
BERTIE
Peter’s fiance ... or she was but she is no longer thanks to one Bertram Wooster.
BUNNY
But... Who is Peter?
BERTIE
Peter Keating. You met him in Monaco a couple of years ago. Some sort of distant relation of the Woosters.
BUNNY
Oh, that dish... Yes. - But how could his fiance think you’re him?
BERTIE
Never saw his face apparently.
BUNNY
What?
THE NICOLAS BROTHERS have joined in and are just after hopping up on a table.
BERTIE
Oh, look - marvelous stuff, eh?
Bunny is about to needle him further but when she sees the dancing she is entranced.
BUNNY
Why yes.
INT. LOG CABIN IN THE WOODS - NIGHT
Peter is sitting by the fire, stoking it occasionally, but mostly staring into nothing and contemplating things.
The sound of AN OWL SHRIEKING stirs Peter and he listens attentively for a moment.
He looks around the room. There is a cigarette case over on a bookshelf.
He goes over to the bookshelf and lights himself a cigarette. As he is doing so he notices a notebook. He picks it up and starts looking through it. It is clearly something Peter owned as a child. It is filled with notes and drawings. He is delighted to have rediscovered it.
He lights himself a cigarette, sits back down by the fire and starts reading through it.
There is some SCREECHING SOUND outside but Peter is far too absorbed by the notebook and memories to hear it.
INT. DOMINIQUE’S BEDROOM, FAMILY HOME - NIGHT
Dominique enters her room. Closes the door behind her as if she’s closing it against the world. She breathes deeply.
Goes over to the bed, lies back and stretches out on it in an almost feline way.
INT. HARLEM NIGHT CLUB - LATE NIGHT
It’s the end of the night. Only a few people are left in the club.
Bertie and Bunny have had a little to drink and Bunny is speaking very animatedly to Bertie about something. An usher is trying to move them up and out.
BUNNY
And now, now he’s talking about some ranch or something. Honestly can you see me among a bunch of cowboys?
BERTIE
Yes. - I mean... no?
INT. HARLEM NIGHT CLUB, BACKSTAGE - LATE NIGHT
EDEE DUBRAY (Billie Holliday) is over at the side with her cigarette tray and totting up the take.
As Rosie is walking to her dressing room the manager, MR LLOYD, is walking past.
MR LLOYD
Great set Red.
ROSIE
Thanks Mr. Lloyd.
He continues on walking. Rosie spots Edee.
ROSIE
HEY MR. LLOYD!
MR LLOYD
What honey? Did something catch fire?
ROSIE
Mr Lloyd you gotta hear Edee sing.
MR LLOYD
Well, the line-up’s pretty full as is ... but a friend of yours - sure honey send her down to me Monday.
ROSIE
No Mr. Lloyd. Edee.
She points over to Edee, who has taken off her tray and hat, mussed up her hair and fixed herself up with a large smile.
EDEE
I’d really love to sing for you Mr. Lloyd.
MR LLOYD
Well...
He looks at his watch, then at Rosie, then back at Edee.
MR LLOYD
Alright. But I’ve a very pressing engagement so make it quick, OK girls?
Edee and Rosie both rush off to get some of the band back on the stage. Some guys are still sitting there having a drink and chatting but most have left.
They are rushing back and forth and to begin with Mr. Lloyd is amused but he keeps checking his watch and he’s growing impatient.
INT. HARLEM NIGHT CLUB - LATE NIGHT
The band’s assembled.
ROSIE
OK. Do Nothing Till You Hear From Me.
BAND MEMBER
No. My Man. No one does it better.
INT. HARLEM NIGHT CLUB, BACKSTAGE - LATE NIGHT
Mr Lloyd sees them arguing over what song to do, and grows too impatient to wait. He walks off.
INT. HARLEM NIGHT CLUB - LATE NIGHT
Edee singing My Man.
INT. HARLEM NIGHT CLUB, BACKSTAGE - LATE NIGHT
Edee and Rosie rush back to see what Mr Lloyd thought.
No one is there.
ROSIE
Oh honey I’m sorry.
Edee just shrugs.
The rest of the band are coming back in dribs and drabs.
ANOTHER BAND MEMBER
You were real good Edee.




