His Girl Friday Page #32

HILDY:

Four hundred and fifty and I'll cut

your throat if you try any tricks!

LOUIS:

All right, all right. You can't blame

a guy for tryin', can you?

HILDY:

Come on with that money!

LOUIS:

First you got to sign a receipt.

(he pulls out a receipt)

HILDY:

Where's the money?

LOUIS:

Keep your shirt on. I got it -- right

here.

(he picks out money

and counts)

One hundred -- two hundred -- three

hundred -- four hundred -- and fifty.

Now sign.

HILDY:

(grabs money and signs)

Here!

LOUIS:

Thanks. So long, Hildy!

HILDY:

(grabbing him)

So long, nothing! Where's Bruce

Baldwin's wallet?

LOUIS:

Huh?

HILDY:

None of that innocent stuff, you

double-crossing hyena! You stuck

Bruce Baldwin in jail this afternoon

on a phony charge that he swiped

your watch, and you frisked his

wallet! Now, give me that wallet or

I'll stick you in jail and it won't

be on any phony charge either! It'll

be for life!

LOUIS:

Now don't get excited, Hildy! I don't

know what you're talking about --

but is this Mr. Baldwin's wallet?

He takes Bruce's wallet out.

HILDY:

(grabbing it)

You know it is!

LOUIS:

I didn't frisk him. He must have

dropped it in Burns' office. I didn't

know whose it was.

HILDY:

No -- and you don't know that your

cheap boss has had Mr. Baldwin

arrested again -- do you?

LOUIS:

(surprised)

What -- already? Why, the dame left

only a minute before I did!

He suddenly realizes what he's said and sprints for the door.

Hildy chucks something at him. It just misses as he ducks

out of the door.

MED. SHOT ANOTHER ANGLE

Hildy casts a savage look after the departed Louie, takes

another look at the clock and grabs a phone and starts to

dial.

HILDY:

(into phone)

27th Precinct Station House?

Hildy stops short, arrested by a sound from the open window.

She turns and sees Earl Williams, looking more inoffensive

and exhausted than ever, indeed on the verge of collapse. He

carries a large revolver. The search-lights that have been

playing in the courtyard strike into the windows again.

WILLIAMS:

(pointing gun at her)

Drop that phone --

Hildy drops the phone back on the hook.

WILLIAMS:

(supporting himself

by holding on to

edge of desk)

You're not going to phone anybody

where I am.

HILDY:

(bracing herself)

Put down that gun, Earl.

He advances steadily toward Hildy, the gun aimed at her.

HILDY:

You're not going to shoot me, Earl.

I'm your friend, remember? I've got

to write that story about your

"Production for Use".

WILLIAMS:

Yes -- that's right. Production for

use.

Hildy starts walking toward him, slowly.

HILDY:

Earl, you don't want to hurt your

friends, do you?

WILLIAMS:

Don't move!

Hildy stops.

WILLIAMS:

Maybe you're my friend and maybe

you're not -- but don't come any

nearer. You can't trust anybody in

this crazy world. Say, I'll bet I

could shoot you from here.

HILDY:

Sure you could, Earl -- but you

wouldn't want to do that, would you?

You wouldn't want to kill anybody.

WILLIAMS:

No, no, you're right. I don't want

to kill anybody. All I want to do is

be let alone.

Hildy sneaks another step forward.

HILDY:

Earl, there's just one thing I ought

to clear up for the interview.

WILLIAMS:

What's that? Only -- you're getting

too near. I don't trust anybody.

HILDY:

I don't blame you, Earl.

(another step forward)

If I were in your place I wouldn't

trust anybody, either.

WILLIAMS:

(suddenly)

Keep away!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes