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Bean Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1997
- 89 min
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BEAN puts a plastic mug over his face, like a gas mask and breathes
heavily. The man looks at him - but doesn't give a damn
BEAN now takes a paper bag - catches some of the smoke, and take it
over and empties it into the dust bin.
The Grand Man goes on smoking stubbornly. He then sees a magazine rack
and leaves his cigar as he goes to get one.
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DAVID:
Sounds like a real coup, sir... getting this Doctor of ...
GRIERSON:
Various things. Thank you. However, as you know, this is not an
inexpensive venture, and, financially speaking, we're in very serious
crap right now.
He can't quite hide his tackiness.) DAVID holds the door for GRIERSON -
then sees an old woman coming towards him. He waits for her to go
through, and due to his sweetness, is again left behind. He rushes to
catch up.
They are now passing the reception counter cum gallery shop. DAVID
exchanges smiles with the cashier, ANNIE. Very bubbly, not very
bright. The shop is full of Whistler's Mother memorabilia - posters,
cards, porcelain statuettes.
GRIERSON:
So ... I'm wondering if one of you would have this guy stay in your
home instead of some expensive hotel.
BERNIE:
Love to, sir, but no can do. No spare room. Period.
GRIERSON:
David?
DAVID:
Oh, look, I mean, it's kind of the last thing... I mean, I'd really
like to, but... things at home are kind of sensitive, so I couldn't
really er ...
GRIERSON:
I thought perhaps as Vice-President, and in view of the unfortunate
attendance's for the summer show this year... the MASSIVE financial
LOSS ...
DAVID:
on the other hand ... maybe a breath of fresh air is just what my
family needs ... Yes. Great news. Fabulous. Triumphant. Course it
might need a little smoothing over. When's he due?
GRIERSON hands DAVID a piece of paper.
GRIERSON:
Tomorrow. You have a problem with that?
PAUSE:
DAVID:
No. Perfect. Looking forward to it.
CUT TO:
INT. LONDON . PHOTO BOOTH. DAY.
The camera faces Mr BEAN sitting in a Photo booth. His face is totally
impassive for 1, 2, then 3 flashes. And then, just before the 4th
flash, he pulls the biggest, maddest face you've ever seen. Flash! He
gives a little
Satisfied giggle.
CUT TO:
7 p.m. California time. A pleasant suburban house. DAVID's car pulls
into the drive. JENNIFER, his slightly Gothic 16 year old daughter, is
kissing BRAD, her scruffy boyfriend. He sits astride a motor scooter.
He has a bum-fluff moustache.
DAVID gets out of his car and approaches them.
DAVID:
Hi, Jennifer. How was school? (she doesn't break the kiss with Brad)
oh really? That's good, great. Fantastic. We'll talk some more.
The two continue kissing as DAVID moves on. He's just about to head
for the house when a swish convertible draws up at the curb. DAVID's
wife, ALISON, has been given a lift home by her young attractive boss,
CHARLES. They are laughing in the car as DAVID walks up.
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He is slightly disturbed to see ALISON kiss CHARLES on the cheek before
getting out with her port folio. CHARLES smiles pleasantly on seeing
DAVID.
CHARLES:
Hello, David.
DAVID:
Hi, Charles. (To Alison) Wow - late!
ALISON:
(brightly)
I had to do some last minute stuff.
CHARLES:
My fault. We've got a heavy load on at present. How about you,
gallery going well?
DAVID:
Ahm, well, you know ~ that's a tough question - on one' level I think
it ....
ALISON:
Don't ask him about work, Charlie. Life's too short.
Alison is the same age as DAVID, but seems to have lasted the course
better - she's confident, in good shape. The atmosphere is awkward.
JENNIFER screams out. Her 8 year old brother, KEVIN has sprung from
the shrubbery and lassoed her and BRAD. ALISON goes over to sort them
out.
ALISON:
Kevin! You stop that right now!
CHARLES:
Great kids. Good looking too.
DAVID:
You think so? Well I 'spose they're pretty, you know... okay, looks-
wise.
CHARLES:
DAVID:
Ah ... absolutely.
DAVID is not very happy here.
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CUT TO:
INT. THE LEARY HOUSE. KITCHEN - DAY
It is open plan and leads through into the lounge. DAVID and ALISON
enter. ALISON puts her port folio on the table and leads DAVID onto a
sofa. She puts her arms round him.
ALISON:
Let's take a break, David. This weekend, why don't we just get into
the car and drive to the coast. Find a motel. Like before the kids
were born. Go to a fairground. Win me another Bambi.
She reaches across and picks up a little ceramic Bambi on a table next
to the couch.
ALISON:
Jennifer can stay and look after Kevin
DAVID:
Sounds great. Excellent. Though-, Ahm... there's this guy who's
coming to work at the Gallery, from England...
ALISON:
(SUSPICIOUSLY)
Yeeees?
DAVID:
And they asked me if we'd like to ... you know... put him up for a
while.
ALISON:
There aren't hotels?
DAVID:
Yes, there are hotels. They just thought maybe it'd be nice for him to
stay with a real American family. Popcorn, waffles, all that stuff.
ALISON:
(POINTEDLY)
And what did you say?
DAVID:
I said I'd check with you.
She looks at him piercingly. This clearly happens a lot. She knows
when he's telling the truth. Pause.
DAVID:
Then I said 'yes'.
She puts Bambi carefully back on the table, gets up and moves to the
kitchen. DAVID follows.
ALISON:
Do we know anything about him?
DAVID:
Ahm - he's male. He's English. He's a doctor of er ... at least 2
things. I think they would have mentioned if he was a blind dwarf. Or
one of those guys who kills lots of people all the time. I think we're
looking at someone moderately normal here.
ALISON:
David - are you ever going to learn to say 'no'?
DAVID:
Yes. Yes. (pause) Sometime.
She shakes her head.
ALISON:
It's the last thing we need.
DAVID:
That's exactly what I said ... before I said - Great, it's a
sensational idea."
He knows he's made a mess here. Enter KEVIN, their smart young son,
strolling through.
KEVIN:
Hiya Dad ~ I'll need you upstairs for homework in about .... (checks
watch) oh, 20 minutes.
DAVID:
Great, good.
And KEVIN exits.
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DAVID:
Didn't kids do their own homework, like way back? Years ago? No.
Course not. Just imagining it.
ALISON isn't really listening. Much tension.
CUT TO:
EXT. MR. BEAN'S BED-SIT - NIGHT
9.30 p.m. U.K. time. A black London taxi is parked outside a terraced
house with its motor idling. Its driver looks fed up waiting. BEAN
appears at a downstairs window, motioning to his watch that he will not
be long.
CUT TO:
INT. MR. BEAN'S BED-SIT - DAY
MR. BEAN is ready to leave his room. Battered old
suitcase in hand, he checks the room from the doorway.
Every conceivable thing that can be opened - cupboards,
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