His Girl Friday Page #45

The Post phone rings.

BURNS:

(grabbing Hildy)

You stay here. I'll find out

everything.

LOUIE:

(to Hildy)

Western an' Thirty-fourth.

Hildy jumps for the outside phone on the desk.

TWO SHOT INCLUDING BURNS AT PHONE AND HILDY AT PHONE

BURNS:

(into phone)

Hello -- hello...

HILDY:

(into phone)

Gimme Western four-five-five-seven.

BURNS:

(guarded)

Who?

(wildly)

Hello, Butch! Where are you?

HILDY:

(into phone)

Mission Hospital? Gimme the Receiving

Room.

BURNS:

(into phone)

What are you doing there? Haven't

you even started?

HILDY:

(into phone)

Hello -- Eddie? Hildy Johnson. Was

there an old lady brought in from an

auto smashup?

BURNS:

(into phone)

Oh, for --

(yelling)

H. Sebastian -- Butch! Listen, it's

a matter of life and death! Listen!

HILDY:

(into phone)

Nobody?

(jiggles hook)

Morningside three-one-two-four.

BURNS:

(into phone)

I can't hear... You got who? Speak

up! A what?... You can't stop for a

dame now!

HILDY:

(into phone)

Is this the Community Hospital?

BURNS:

(howling into phone)

I don't care if you've been after

her for six years! Butch, our whole

lives are at stake! Are you going to

let a woman come between us after

all we've been through?

HILDY:

(into phone)

Hello, Max, Hildy Johnson. Was there

an old lady --?

BURNS:

(into phone, drowning

out Hildy)

Butch! I'd put my arm in fire for

you -- up to here!

(indicates up to where)

Now, you can't double-cross me!...

She does? All right -- put her on.

I'll talk to her... Hello! Oh, hello,

Madam... Now listen, you ten-cent

glamour girl, you can't keep Butch

away from his duty... What's that?

You say that again and I'll come

over there and knock your eye out!

Hello?

(turning, as he hangs

up)

I'll kill 'em! I'll kill both of

'em!

(into Post phone)

Duffy!

(to the universe)

Mousing around with some big blonde

Annie on my time! That's co-operation!

(screaming into phone)

Duffy!!

HILDY:

Shut up, will you?

(into phone)

You sure? Nobody?

BURNS:

(into phone)

Duffy!!!!

(listening)

(into phone)

Duffy!!!!

(listening)

Well, where is Duffy?

(throwing receiver to

desk)

Diabetes! I ought to know better

than to hire anybody with a disease.

(turning)

Louie.

MED. SHOT GROUP

BURNS:

(to Louie)

It's up to you.

LOUIE:

(loyally)

Anything you want, Boss.

BURNS:

Beat it out and get hold of some

guys.

LOUIE:

Who do you want?

BURNS:

(starting for the

door, followed by

Louie)

Anybody with hair on his chest. Get

'em off the street -- anywhere. Offer

them anything -- only get them.

(confidentially)

We've got to get this desk out of

here.

He unlocks the door.

LOUIE:

You know me. The shirt off my back.

BURNS:

You got plenty of money?

LOUIE:

Sure, boss.

BURNS:

I mean real money -- not counterfeit!

LOUIE:

I always have both.

He goes out.

BURNS:

(calling after him)

And don't bump into anything.

He relocks the door.

HILDY:

Lafayette two-one-hundred.

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