Duck Soup Page #9
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- 1933
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She goes the phone... as she starts to dial the number
there is a quick CUT to Trentino and Vera who are exchanging
significant looks....
CUT BACK to Mrs. Teasdale at phone...
Mrs. Teasdale
(Talking into phone)
Hello, your Excellency?.... I hate to disturb you -- I know
you're a very busy man, but I must see you at once.
CUT TO Groucho at other end of telephone.... He is
lying in bed, in his flannel nightgown, eating crackers...
the bed is strewn with cracker boxes and crackers...
Groucho
(Into phone)
Why not come over here? -- You can come in the back way and
no one'll see you......
CUT BACK to Mrs. Teasdale at phone.
Mrs. Teasdale
(Into phone)
But your Excellency, you must -- oh thank you -- please
hurry....
(She hangs up phone.... and walks over to her guests)
He'll be right over....
CUT TO corner of room (Mrs. Teasdale's living room),
disclosing for the first time the fireman's pole... Groucho
comes sliding down the pole in his nightgown, with a long
box of crackers under his arm... stops about three feet from
the floor, looks around the room and sees Trentino.
Groucho
(Hanging on to pole -- addressing Trentino)
If I knew you were here I would've brought some cheese....
He shoots right up the pole again out of sight. Hold
CAMERA on this shot for an instant.... Groucho comes sliding
down again... this time he is fully dressed, including his
high hat and the cigar in s mouth.... He walks over to
Trentino belligerently, and deposits his hat on table on
the way.
Groucho
(To Trentino)
So -- you've come to ask for clemency! I'll give the enemy
no quarter -- not a dime....
Mrs. Teasdale
But Your Excellency -- the Ambassador is here on a friendly
visit.... He came to ask you to patch up the breach.
Groucho
Let him patch up his own breeches....
Trentino
(To Groucho -- ignoring Groucho's remark)
I'm sorry we lost our tempers... I'm willing to forget if
you are.
Groucho
Forget?
(Like an injured woman)
You ask me to forget... Why, my ancestors would rise from
their graves... and I'd only have to bury them again.... A
Firefly never forgets....
Trentino
I am willing to apologize... I'm willing to do anything to
prevent this war.
Groucho
Nothing doing!! I've taken a lease on the battlefield. I'd
lose my deposit, besides, I've already ordered the ammuni-
tion....
Vera
(Putting her arms around Groucho)
Oh, Your Excellency, isn't there something I can do?
Groucho
Yes, but I'll talk to you about that when we're alone....
Mrs. Teasdale
(Coming to Groucho)
Oh, won't you reconsider...
Groucho
(Relenting)
Well, maybe I am a little headstrong... But, you know, it's
awfully hard to forget what he called me.
(Indicating Trentino)
Trentino
What I called you... Why, what did I call you?
Groucho
I don't remember.
Trentino
(With a little chuckle)
Oh -- you mean... worm?
Groucho
(Smiling coyly)
No, that wasn't it....
Trentino
Was it -- swine?
Groucho
(Same attitude as above)
No...it was a seven letter word.
Trentino
(Thinking, then with a broad smile)
Oh yes! -- UPSTART!
Groucho
That's it...
(Takes gloves from Trentino's breast pocket and
socks him across the face...and puts them in his
own breast pocket. Trentino becomes apoplectic)
Trentino
(Spluttering and stuttering)
Why - er - Mrs. Teasdale - this is an outrage! This man
is impossible... My course is clear... this means war...
(Turns to go and turns and yells to Groucho)
You RUNT!
Groucho
I still like UPSTART the best.
(Trentino exits in a rage. Vera pretends that she
is overcome by the scene)
Vera
(Putting her hand to her brow)
Oh, this is dreadful! If you'll excuse me I'll go to my
room...
(She exits toward stairway)
Mrs. Teasdale
(Excited - almost hysterical)
Yes, it's awful!
(To Groucho)
Are you sure you did the right thing?
Groucho
Of course. Who ever heard of calling off a war after order-
ing all the ammunition?
By this tine Vera has descended the stairs and exited
from scene. Groucho looks around the room furtively to make
sure he is not being observed and takes a large envelope
from his inside pocket.
Groucho
The plans of war are in this envelope. I want you to take
care of them -- no one will ever suspect you.
(He hands papers to her)
CUT TO Vera lingering on stairs looking down on the
scene below. Having heard the conversation, she exits from
scene, and we CUT down stairs to Groucho and Mrs. Teasdale.
Groucho
Guard them with your life...don't leave them out of your
sight... If the enemy gets those papers we're lost. If
they don't get them, we're lost. Can't you see what I'm
trying to tell you? I love you... Mrs. Teasdale, you're
the salt of the earth. They don't come any better than
you...
Mrs. Teasdale
(Modestly, with a bashful lowering of her eyes)
Now -- er --
Groucho
Well -- they might come better but they don't come any
bigger...and the bigger the better. The bigger the betta
you've got on a horse, the more you lose, and speaking
about horses, why don't you marry me. Come, come -- say
yes and you'll never see me again. I'll go 'way if it
means your happiness...
Mrs. Teasdale
Oh, your Excellency, you take me off my feet.
Groucho puts his arms around her and tries unsuc-
cessfully to lift her off her feet.
Groucho
(Angrily)
Swell chance I've got taking you off your feet...
Mrs. Teasdale sinks down into a chair; without hesi-
tation, Groucho slides into her lap and continues his
passionate love making.
Groucho
Gloria -- may I call you Gloria?
Mrs. Teasdale
Why -- why -- of course.
Groucho
You can call me Gloria too. Gloria -- what a beautiful
name. When I was born my mother named me Gloria -- two
minutes later she found out her mistake...
CUT TO door as Bob enters. He moves in the direction
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