His Girl Friday Page #27

INT. PRESS ROOM CLOSE SHOT - HILDY

HILDY:

It better be fifteen minutes, because

Bruce is waiting downstairs in a

taxicab and that meter's clicking

away to beat the band.

INT. BURNS' OFFICE CLOSE SHOT BURNS

BURNS:

Hold on a minute.

CAMERA PULLS BACK disclosing Louis and a blonde sitting on a

divan in Walter's office. Burns' beckons the blonde:

BURNS:

(his hand carefully

over receiver of

phone)

Come here. There's a guy waiting in

a taxi in front of the Criminal Courts

building. His name is Bruce Baldwin.

Can you do your stuff?

BLONDE:

I've never flopped on you, have I?

BURNS:

Then scram! You've got about two

minutes.

She exits.

BURNS:

(into phone)

Sorry to keep you waiting. How much

was it again? Four hundred and fifty

dollars? Hang on a second.

He puts his hand over the phone again and beckons to Louis.

BURNS:

(to Louis)

I need four hundred and fifty dollars

in counterfeit money. You know where

I can get it?

LOUIS:

It's awful funny -- I happen to have

some on me.

BURNS:

(into phone)

It's coming right over. I'm sending

it over with Louis. Thanks for the

story and good luck on your honeymoon.

INT. PRESS ROOM MED. SHOT HILDY AT TELEPHONE

HILDY:

Keep the thanks, but just see that

the money gets here!

She hangs up. The door opens and McCue enters and crosses to

his phone.

MCCUE:

Hello, Hildy. I thought you were

gone.

HILDY:

I thought so, too.

Hildy takes a look at the clock, rises and begins to pace up

and down, pounding her hands together.

CLOSE SHOT MCCUE AT PHONE

MCCUE:

(into phone)

McCue speaking. Mrs. Phoebe DeWolfe,

eight-sixty-one and a half South

State Street, colored, gave birth to

a pickaninny in a patrol wagon with

Sheriff Hartman's special Rifle Squad

acting as nurses. Well -- Phoebe was

walking along the street when all of

a sudden she began -- that's right.

So the police coaxed her into the

patrol wagon and they started a race

with the stork. When the pickaninny

was born the Rifle Squad examined

him carefully to see if it was Earl

Williams who they knew was hiding

somewhere.

MED. SHOT

Hildy is still pacing. McCue laughs at his own joke.

MCCUE:

(to Hildy)

Did you get that, Hildy?

HILDY:

No -- what?

Hildy's phone rings. She answers.

CLOSE SHOT HILDY AT PHONE

HILDY:

Hello -- Bruce! I thought you were

downstairs in a -- What? Arrested

again! What for this time, Bruce?

Mashing! Oh, Bruce, can't I leave

you alone for three minutes even?

Well, where are you? The 27th

Precinct? All right, I'll be right

over --

(she breaks off and

looks down at her

bag on the desk)

I'll be over in twenty minutes, Bruce.

(she hangs up)

If I ever see Walter Burns --

(she picks up phone

and dials viciously)

Get me Walter Burns... Hildy Johnson!

Well, he was there just a minute

ago! Have him call me back!

She hangs up.

MEDIUM SHOT:

HILDY:

(to McCue)

If Walter Burns calls, hold the wire

for me, will you? I'll be right back.

(she goes out)

MCCUE:

Okay, Hildy.

(into phone)

Well, we can't get any official

statement --

MEDIUM SHOT ANOTHER ANGLE

The door opens and the Mayor enters.

MCCUE:

(into phone)

Oh, wait a minute -- here's the Mayor.

Maybe he'll give us one.

CLOSEUP THE MAYOR

turning away with a wave of his hand.

MAYOR:

Don't pester me now, please. I got a

lot on my mind.

CLOSEUP MCCUE:

MCCUE:

(into phone)

His Honor won't say anything.

He hangs up and exits out of scene.

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