His Girl Friday Page #19
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- 1940
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HILDY:
I won't, Earl.
(she goes)
INT. PRESS ROOM GROUP SHOT POKER GAME - NIGHT
The game is on. Bensinger, at his desk, is reading a book.
The electric lights have been switched on.
MURPHY:
(raking in a pot)
Well, a guy can win when Hildy ain't
around.
ENDICOTT:
Who's this guy she's gonna marry?
WILSON:
Baldwin -- his name is.
SCHWARTZ:
I give that marriage six months.
MCCUE:
Why?
SCHWARTZ:
Hildy won't be able to stay away
from a paper any longer than that.
Did you see her eyes light up when
she came in here? Like an old fire
horse.
MURPHY:
She says she's gonna write fiction.
ENDICOTT:
Well, if she's gonna write fiction,
there's nothing like being a reporter.
SCHWARTZ:
I'll give ten to five that marriage
won't last six months. Hildy's a
newspaper man. She's got headlines
in her veins -- the way we all have
or we'd be out of these lousy jobs.
Mollie Malloy appears in doorway. She moves slowly into the
room.
MCCUE:
Well, well -- Miss Mollie Malloy.
MURPHY:
Hello, Mollie.
WILSON:
How's tricks, Mollie?
CLOSE SHOT MOLLIE
MOLLIE:
I've been lookin' for you tramps.
MED. GROUP SHOT
ENDICOTT:
Kid, those were pretty roses you
sent Earl. What do you want done
with them tomorrow morning?
MOLLIE:
(tensely)
A lot of wise guys, ain't you?
SCHWARTZ:
(uncomfortably)
You're breaking up the game, Mollie.
What do you want?
MOLLIE:
I want to tell you what I think of
you -- all of you.
Hildy appears in the doorway and comes into the room.
MURPHY:
Keep your shirt on.
MOLLIE:
(to Murphy)
If you was worth breaking my fingers
on, I'd tear your face wide open.
Hildy goes to desk and begins typing away.
MURPHY:
What are you sore about, sweetheart?
Wasn't that a swell story we gave
you?
MOLLIE:
You crumbs have been making a fool
out of me long enough!
BENSINGER:
(rising and coming
over)
She oughtn't be allowed in here!
CLOSEUP MOLLIE:
MOLLIE:
(flaring)
I never said I loved Earl Williams
and was willing to marry him on the
gallows! You made that up! And about
my being his soul-mate and having a
love-nest with him.
CLOSE SHOT ENDICOTT
looking up at her.
ENDICOTT:
You've been sucking around that cuckoo
ever since he's been in the death-
house. Everybody knows you're his
sweetheart.
CLOSEUP MOLLIE:
She blows up.
MOLLIE:
That's a lie! I met Mr. Williams
just once in my life when he was
wandering around in the rain without
his hat and coat on, like a sick
dog, the day before the shooting. I
went up to him like any human being
would and I asked him what was the
matter, and he told me about being
fired after working at the same place
for fourteen years, and I brought
him up to my room because it was
warm there.
CLOSE SHOT HILDY
She is typing away, stops to look over at Mollie, then
resolutely turns away, studies her stuff, and begins typing
again.
MURPHY'S VOICE
Aw, put it on a phonograph!
MOLLIE:
Just because you want to fill your
lying paper with a lot of dirty
scandal, you got to crucify him and
make a stooge out of me!
ENDICOTT:
(to Mollie)
Got a match?
MOLLIE:
(heedless)
I tell you he just sat there talking
to me -- all night. And never once
laid a hand on me. In the morning he
went away, and I never saw him again
till that day at the trial!
The boys laugh.
CLOSEUP MOLLIE:
She lashes out at them.
MOLLIE:
Go on, laugh! I'd like to know some
curses bad enough for your greasy
souls! Sure, I was his witness --
the only one he had. Yes -- me --
cheap little Mollie Malloy! I'm
everything the District Attorney
said I was. And still I was the only
one with guts enough to stand up for
him! I told the truth and the District
Attorney knows it! That's why you're
persecutin' me! Because Earl Williams
treated me decent and not like an
animal -- and I said so!
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