His Girl Friday Page #8

Burns looks down. Bruce, in unconscious responses, helplessly

lifts his foot up and we see the rubber.

BURNS:

Attaboy!

(taking Bruce's arm

and leading him toward

elevator)

Come on, Bruce.

BRUCE:

(going along, but

worried)

Where are we going?

BURNS:

Where are we going? I'm going to buy

you two lunch -- didn't Hildy tell

you?

BRUCE:

(a helpless look back

at Hildy)

No -- she didn't.

BURNS:

Just wanted to surprise you, I guess.

(as the elevator is

about to pass, he

calls)

Down!

(practically shoving

Bruce in)

After you, Bruce!

(as Bruce disappears

inside he turns toward

Hildy)

Come on, Hildy, my treat!

CLOSE SHOT BURNS NEAR OPEN ELEVATOR

We don't see the passengers. Hildy comes into scene.

HILDY:

I suppose I can't call this off

without creating a scene -- but

remember, it's your last fling.

BURNS:

(hurt)

How do you like that? Here I am being

nice to you and your sweet-heart and

that's the thanks I get!

He jumps into the elevator -- in a second he hops out.

BURNS:

(very sweetly -- he

almost sings it)

Oh -- after you, Hildy!

With a look of disgust Hildy gets in. Burns follows and the

door slams on them.

CLOSEUP OFFICE BOY

He looks after departed elevator and whistles. Then he grins

all over.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. RESTAURANT CLOSEUP - A BEAMING WAITER

HE GRINS ALL OVER AND SAYS:

WAITER:

Don't tell me it's you, Hildy!

CAMERA PULLS BACK and discloses our three at a restaurant

table. Nothing swanky -- a place like Jack Blake's in New

York, say.

HILDY:

(beaming at waiter)

Nobody else.

She extends her hand. The waiter takes it; they shake.

HILDY:

How's everything, Gus?

GUS:

I can't complain.

BURNS:

(studying menu)

Well, I can. I'm hungry. Roast beef

sandwich -- rare. And some coffee.

GUS:

Shall I put a little rum in the

coffee? It's a nasty day.

BURNS:

Good idea. How about you, Hildy?

HILDY:

(discarding menu)

Oh -- I'll take the same, I guess.

And coffee.

GUS:

Little rum in yours, too?

HILDY:

I guess so.

Bruce looks at her. She hurriedly changes her mind.

HILDY:

No -- just coffee, Gus.

GUS:

(crestfallen)

Just coffee.

(to Bruce)

And you, sir?

BRUCE:

(putting menu down)

Oh, I'll take the same, I guess. And

a glass of milk.

GUS:

(incredulous)

Milk?

BRUCE:

(thinks he hasn't

heard)

Yes.

GUS:

(shaking his head as

he writes it down)

Milk.

BURNS:

And don't put any rum in it, Gus.

CLOSEUP - GUS

Gus gives him a look and goes.

ANOTHER ANGLE - THE TRIO AT TABLE

Burns surveys the others quizzically.

BURNS:

(a sigh)

Well, so you're getting married

tomorrow, eh? How does it feel, Bruce?

BRUCE:

Feels awful good. Yes, sir -- we're

taking the four o'clock train to

Albany and tomorrow we'll be married.

BURNS:

(it's the Puritan in

him)

Taking the train today -- and being

married tomorrow?

He whistles.

BRUCE:

(rising to the bait)

Oh, it isn't like that.

HILDY:

(reassuring Mrs. Grundy)

It will be perfectly all right,

Walter. Mother is coming with us on

the train.

BURNS:

Mother? But your mother --

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