77. INT. HYMIE’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
HYMIE, in his pajamas, and FRANKIE, still in his party clothes, are both on phones franticly making calls.
FRANKIE
(into phone)
Out of town? Where out of town? Well, what’s he doing in Baltimore? Where in Baltimore?
HYMIE
(into his phone)
Benzie? Hymie. Listen, I’m trying to locate a chick named Trina Yale. She used to me married to . . . Yeah, right! That’s the one.
FRANKIE
(continuing)
Have him call me the minute he gets in, understand?! The minute he gets in!
Frankie hangs up.
HYMIE
(continuing)
What do ya know? Yeah! OK, do it! Listen, I’ll make it up to you, just call me back!
Hymie hangs up.
FRANKIE
(to Hymie)
Kappy’s housekeeper says he’s in Baltimore, won’t be back until morning. He say anything to you about going to Baltimore?
HYMIE
Uh uh. Benzie’s gonna check the independent extras’ list, but he doesn’t think Trina Yale’s in it. He thinks she’s listed with Central Casting.
FRANKIE
When I need him, what’s he doing in Baltimore?!
HYMIE
Look, there’s nothing else I can do tonight. First thing in the morning I’ll call every agent in town, all the studio casting departments, see if anybody can put a trace on her. I’ll find her, Frankie.
FRANKIE
There’s no time, Hymie. Don’t’ you understand? No time! The nutcracker closes, chomp, we’re outta business.
HYMIE
Take it easy. It’s not going to help if you get a thrombo. Go home, get some sleep! There’s nothing else you can do tonight.
Frankie goes toward the door.
HYMIE (CONT’D)
I told you, you lie down with pigs, you come up smellin’ like garbage!
FRANKIE
(fed up with the sermon)
Ahhhh!
Frankie leaves.