His Girl Friday Page #12

BURNS:

(indignantly)

What do you think I am -- a crook?

HILDY:

Yes --- and that's putting it mildly!

No certified check -- no story --

Get me?

BURNS:

All right. The check will be

certified. Want my fingerprints?

HILDY:

(rising)

No thanks, I've still got those.

Well, I'll step into some working

clothes and hop over to the Press

Room for the background on this yarn.

It'll be kind of fun to see the boys

again, too. Remember, Bruce, it must

be certified.

BRUCE:

All right, dear.

HILDY:

Wait a minute, Bruce. Have you got

that money?

BRUCE:

(feeling his pocket)

The five hundred? Sure.

HILDY:

On second thought, would you let me

have it? I'll get the tickets.

BRUCE:

But --

HILDY:

Believe me, Bruce, I know what I'm

doing. He'd get you in a crap game --

BRUCE:

But I don't gamble, Hilda!

HILDY:

I know a lot of men who didn't do

anything till they met Walter Burns.

Please, dear.

BRUCE:

(reluctantly)

All right.

(he pulls out his

wallet)

One -- two -- three -- four -- five.

Five hundred. Be careful, honey.

HILDY:

I'll be careful, darling. You be,

please.

She kisses him, kisses her hand and pats it to Burns' cheek.

HILDY:

So long, husbands.

She goes.

TRUCKING SHOT - HILDY

leaving. She weaves just a bit.

MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO MEN

They look after her.

BRUCE:

(smiling a little)

I never knew Hildy to be so determined

before.

BURNS:

You haven't seen anything yet.

Bruce turns to look at Burns -- they look at each other.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:
INT. PRESS ROOM - CRIMINAL COURTS BLDG - DAY CLOSE

SHOT AT TELEPHONE

It is ringing. A hand comes in to take the phone. CAMERA

DRAWS BACK A LITTLE to show Endicott taking the phone. He

has an eye shade over his eyes and five cards in his other

hand.

ENDICOTT:

(into phone)

Criminal Courts Press Room... This

is Endicott... No, nothing new on

the Williams case yet boss. Well,

you bet I'm here plugging away every

minute.

(hangs up and studies

his cards)

Up a dime.

CAMERA PANS SLOWLY to reveal the other players as they speak.

Playing are reporters Murphy, Endicott, Wilson, Schwartz and

McCue.

MURPHY:

(dropping his cards)

By me.

WILSON:

(also dropping)

Droparoo.

Schwartz knocks on table and drops cards.

MCCUE:

(reluctantly)

I'll call.

ENDICOTT:

Three sixes. Is that any good?

HILDY'S VOICE

It sure looks good from here.

The boys all look up toward sound of Hildy's voice.

CLOSE SHOT HILDY JOHNSON

framed in the doorway. She is carrying a bag and has changed

her costume to a tailored travelling suit. She grins and

comes into the room.

MED. SHOT REPORTERS

They are all talking at once as Hildy comes into the scene.

There are ad libs of "Hildy!" "Where'd you come from?" "Holy

Mackeral, Hildy Johnson!", etc. Hildy raises her hand for

silence.

HILDY:

One at a time, boys.

She enters to a desk, places her bag on top of the desk,

takes her hat off and hangs it on a clothes tree in the

corner, comes back to desk and opens the travelling bag. All

through the above action she is talking rapidly.

HILDY:

No, I'm not back for good. I'm just

covering the Earl Williams story for

Mr. Sweeney who had a sudden attack

of something but will be all right

by tomorrow. No, I haven't made up

with Walter Burns -- far from it! As

a matter of fact, I'm leaving tonight

for Albany and I'll be married

tomorrow morning. The lucky man is

Mr. Bruce Baldwin, a gentleman in

the insurance business -- and when I

say gentleman, I mean gentleman! Are

there any other questions?

Hildy takes notebook and pencil out of bag, looks at the

stockings she is wearing, sees she has a run and takes a

fresh pair out of the bag. She sits down and begins to put

on the new stockings.

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