Mr. Deeds Goes to Town Page #15

LONGFELLOW:

Feel better now?

BABE:

Mmm, it tastes so good. Mr. Deeds,

I don't know how I can ever thank

you.

LONGFELLOW:

Tell me more about yourself.

BABE:

Well, I guess I've told you almost

everything there is to tell. My

folks live in a small town near

Hartford. I'm down here alone trying

to make a living.

(hanging her head)

Oh, I'm really just a nobody.

Longfellow spots a strolling violinist. He furtively beckons

the fellow over. The musician leans into them with romantic

strains.

BABE:

(as the musician

finishes and strolls

away)

Oh, that was so lovely. Thank you.

LONGFELLOW:

You were a lady in distress, weren't

you?

BABE:

(looks up)

What?

LONGFELLOW:

Oh - uh - nothing.

85. WIDER ANGLE

As a waiter enters the scene and

begins removing dishes.

LONGFELLOW:

Waiter! Has anybody come in yet?

WAITER:

Huh? On, no. Nobody important.

LONGFELLOW:

Be sure and point 'em out to me,

won't you?

WAITER:

Uh-huh.

LONGFELLOW:

I'm a writer myself, you know.

The waiter throws Longfellow a sidelong glance of complete

boredom.

WAITER:

Uh-huh.

LONGFELLOW:

I write poetry.

WAITER:

Uh-huh.

He exits.

86. CLOSE TWO SHOT - BABE AND LONGFELLOW

BABE:

You've been having quite an exciting

time here, haven't you? All those

meetings and business deals and

society people - haven't you been

having fun?

LONGFELLOW:

No. That is, I didn't—

(pause - while he

looks at her)

Until I met you. I like talking to

you, though—

(moodily)

Imagine my finding you right on my

doorstep.

87. WIDER ANGLE

The waiter enters again.

WAITER:

Brookfield just came in.

LONGFELLOW:

Oh, the poet? Where?

WAITER:

Over at that big round table. The

one that looks like a poodle.

Longfellow stares off scene - his eyes full of worship.

LONGFELLOW:

(to Babe)

Look - there's Brookfield, the

poet.

BABE:

(looks also)

Really?

88. MED. SHOT

From their angle, to show people at a table, engaged in

conversation.

MED. CLOSE SHOT

At Longfellow's table. He stares off at them, awed. Babe

watches his face.

MED. SHOT - AUTHOR'S TABLE

A group of five men, drinking - as the waiter enters.

WAITER:

(confidentially -

indicating

Longfellow)

Pardon. Longfellow Deeds, who just

inherited the Semple fortune, wants

to meet you.

BROOKFIELD:

Oh, yes. I read about him. He writes

poetry on postcards.

HENABERRY:

Let's invite him over. Might get a

couple of laughs. Getting rather

dull around here.

MORROW:

It's always dull here.

BROOKFIELD:

(rising)

I'll get him.

HENABERRY:

Good.

DISSOLVE TO:

MED. SHOT - ROUND TABLE

At which they are all seated now. Babe sits next to

Longfellow, who is the center of attraction. Brookfield is

just finishing introductions.

BROOKFIELD:

Henaberry, Mr. Morrow, Bill - this

is Mr. Deeds and his fiancée from

Mandrake Falls.

THE GROUP:

(ad-lib)

How do!

Hello!

Nice to meet you!

LONGFELLOW:

Nice of you to ask us to come and

sit with you. Back home we never

get a chance to meet famous people.

BILL:

(calling waiter)

Waiter! A little service here.

THE GROUP:

(ad-lib)

Yes!

Mr. Deeds is a distinguished poet.

A drink for Mr. Deeds!

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