His Girl Friday Page #22

HILDY:

Don't Hildy me! Are you going to let

him out?

LIEUTENANT:

I can't.

HILDY:

All right. You can't. But tomorrow

the Post will run the story of that

roulette game on 43rd Street that

your brother-in-law runs. And we'll

print that you get five hundred a

month for forgetting about it!

LIEUTENANT:

Now, Hildy, don't be hasty! I can't

let him out.

HILDY:

You can let him out on bail, can't

you?

LIEUTENANT:

Five hundred dollars.

HILDY:

You'll take fifty and like it!

LIEUTENANT:

(wavers)

Well, all right. But I'm liable to

get into a jam.

He starts to open cell door.

HILDY:

You'll get into a worse one if you

don't.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. TAXI (PROCESS SHOT)

Hildy is combing Bruce's hair. He begins to look presentable.

He fumbles in his breast pocket.

HILDY:

What's the matter?

BRUCE:

I lost my wallet.

HILDY:

(stops)

The check, Bruce!

Bruce picks up his hat and gets check out of lining.

BRUCE:

That's right here. Gee, it was lucky

your telling me about that old

newspaper superstition.

HILDY:

(taking check and

putting it away)

Yes, wasn't it?

BRUCE:

I can't imagine who did it. I can't

think of any enemies I have.

HILDY:

(looking at him fondly)

I'm sure you haven't any.

BRUCE:

For a minute, I thought maybe Walter

Burns was at the back of it. But

then I realized he couldn't have

been.

HILDY:

Oh, no. How could you ever think of

such a thing?

BRUCE:

Oh, I realized right away. He's really

a very nice fellow, Hildy -- I found

that out.

HILDY:

Yes, he is... Look, Bruce, we're

taking that next train -- and when I

say next train, this time I mean it!

BRUCE:

Did you finish the interview?

HILDY:

(to driver)

The Criminal Courts Building.

The driver nods.

HILDY:

(to Bruce)

No -- but I'm sure it'll be all right

with Walter.

BRUCE:

But, gee, Hildy -- he gave us that

insurance business -- and you promised --

HILDY:

Well, the story's practically

finished. I'll just go upstairs and

send it over with a messenger.

The cab stops. Hildy gets out and Bruce starts to follow.

Hildy turns and pushes him back in the cab.

EXT. STREET MED. SHOT HILDY

at door of cab. Bruce in cab.

HILDY:

No, you stay here. I'm not taking

any more chances. I'll be down in

three minutes -- and don't you dare

move!

Hildy turns and starts for stairs of Criminal Courts Building.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. PRESS ROOM MED. SHOT AT HILDY'S DESK

Schwartz is reading Hildy's interview to the other boys, who

are grouped around. Bensinger is at his desk, a book open,

but listening.

SCHWARTZ:

(reading)

"But the State has a production for

use plan, too. It has a gallows and

at seven A.M., unless a miracle

occurs, that gallows will be used to

separate the soul of Earl Williams

from his body. And out of Molly

Malloy's life will go the one kindly

soul she ever knew --"

(he stops)

That's as far as Hildy got. But, I

ask you, can that girl write an

interview?

BENSINGER:

I don't think it's very ethical

reading other people's stuff.

ENDICOTT:

Don't give us that ethics stuff.

You'll be the only one who'll swipe

any of it.

SCHWARTZ:

I still say anybody that writes like

that ain't going to give it up

permanently to sew sox for a guy in

the insurance business. Now I give

that marriage three months and I'm

laying three to one. Any takers?

HILDY'S VOICE

I'll take that bet.

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