His Girl Friday Page #47

SCHWARTZ:

We're on to you, Hildy. Let us in on

it.

TWO SHOT - SHERIFF AND BURNS

BURNS:

(purring)

If you've any accusations to make,

Hartman, make them in the proper

manner. Otherwise, I'll have to ask

you to get out.

HARTMAN:

(pop-eyed; stammering)

You'll ask me to what?

BURNS:

Get out!

HARTMAN:

(to deputies, off)

Close that door. Don't let anybody

in or out.

MED. SHOT - THE GROUP

MURPHY:

Come on, Pinky! Give 'em a little

third degree.

ENDICOTT:

Make them talk and you got Williams,

Pinky!

HARTMAN:

Johnson, I'm going to the bottom of

this. What do you know about Williams?

Are you going to talk or aren't you?

HILDY:

What do I know about Williams?

HARTMAN:

All right, boys. Take her along. I

got ways of making her talk.

The deputies seize Hildy. She struggles.

HILDY:

Look out, you --

MCCUE:

(nervously)

What's the use of fighting, Hildy?

Hildy manages to get in a few resounding smacks on the

deputies' faces. The reporters swarm around the struggling

trio. There are shouts of: "I got her!" "No, you don't!"

"Aw, Hildy...", etc. In the struggle, Hildy suddenly drops

her purse. It lands with a clank and comes open. A gun is

revealed on the floor. Hildy picks it up.

DEPUTIES:

Hey, she's got a gun! Look out, she's

got a gun!

The deputies and reporters start to close in on her

cautiously.

HILDY:

(trying to face in

all directions)

No, you don't! Walter!

BURNS:

What is it? Here!

She tosses the gun to Walter, but one of the deputies

intercepts the throw.

HARTMAN:

Gimme that.

He takes the gun from the deputy.

CLOSER SHOT:

The Sheriff stands frozen, staring at the gun.

HARTMAN:

(to Hildy)

Where'd you get this?

HILDY:

I've got a right to carry a gun if I

want to.

HARTMAN:

Not this gun!

Burns comes into scene.

BURNS:

(easily)

I can explain that, Hartman. When

Hildy told me she wanted to interview

Earl Williams I thought it might be

dangerous and I gave her a gun to

defend herself.

HARTMAN:

Oh, you did! Well, that's very, very

interesting. This happens to be the

gun that Earl Williams shot his way

out with!

REPORTERS AD LIB

What? What's that? Etc...

BURNS:

(advancing on Sheriff)

Are you trying to make me out a liar?

MURPHY:

(bitterly at Hildy)

It's the last time I ever trust a

woman, Hildy.

SCHWARTZ:

Maybe Williams was gonna be her best

man.

WILSON:

That's pretty rotten, Hildy. Crossing

your own pals.

HARTMAN:

(shoving up to Hildy;

trembling)

Where is Earl Williams? Where you

got him?

BURNS:

(sympathetically)

You're barking up the wrong tree,

Hartman.

HARTMAN:

I'll give you three minutes to tell

me where he is.

HILDY:

He went over to the hospital to call

on Professor Egelhoffer.

HARTMAN:

(outraged)

What?

HILDY:

With a bag of marshmallows.

The Sheriff stands silent -- then hastily turns.

MED. SHOT GROUP AROUND HILDY

REPORTERS AD LIB

Come on, Hildy. Where is he?... This

is a sweet trick, Hildy... I thought

we were friends... Etc.

(to Sheriff)

Look here, Pete! What about Mister

Burns?... Ask the Master Mind! What's

he doing over here?

HARTMAN:

(grabbing Burns' arm)

Speak up! What do you know about

this.

BURNS:

(gently but firmly

disengaging his hand)

My dear Hartman!

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