Mr. Deeds Goes to Town Page #27

There is a pause. The butler takes command of the other

two.

BUTLER:

(gesturing

imperiously)

Go back to your room, both of you!

Walter and the man-servant hasten to exit.

The butler waits until nobody is looking, then gives one,

final hoot. He murmurs to himself with satisfaction as he

exits.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. LONGFELLOW'S HOME - NIGHT

166. LONG SHOT

Limousines arriving - from which guests emerge - in full

evening dress.

INT. DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT

MED. SHOT AT DOOR

Madame Pomponi greets a group of guests. Ad-lib chatter is

heard. From inside music emanates.

AD-LIB CHATTER

Oh, hello darling. So good of you

to come.

Sweet of you to ask me.

Where is he?

I'm just dying to see the

"Cinderella Man."

CAMERA MOVES SWIFTLY among groups of people picking out

vignettes of conversation. Longfellow is the hot topic.

A husband and a wife whispering:

A HUSBAND:

Shh! - he may hear you.

A WIFE:

Even if he heard you, he wouldn't

understand.

MAN AND A WOMAN GOSSIPING:

A MAN:

I hear he still believes in Santa

Claus.

A WOMAN:

Will he be Santa Claus? That's

what I want to know.

Another man holding forth to two elegantly-dressed women:

ANOTHER MAN:

Have you all got your slippers

ready for the "Cinderella Man"?

WOMEN:

(ad-lib)

Yes, I have.

Everybody laughs.

FIRST WOMAN:

With $20,000,000, he doesn't have

to have looks!

2ND WOMAN

He won't have it long with that

Pomponi woman hanging around him.

Two women in evening dress twittering like birds:

FIRST WOMAN:

(to other woman)

My dear, I hear he can't think

unless he plays his tuba!

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. MABEL'S BEDROOM

168. FULL SHOT

Babe is listlessly packing her few things in a small

handbag. She slowly and meticulously folds a silken

undergarment, wrapping it in tissue. Her eyes have a distant

look. Mabel watches her, concerned. There is a long pause

before either of them speaks.

MABEL:

(breaking the silence)

You're a fool, Babe.

BABE:

I just couldn't stand seeing him

again.

MABEL:

Running away is no solution.

MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO

Babe is unresponsive.

MABEL:

(after a pause)

What'll I tell him if he calls up?

BABE:

Tell him I had to leave suddenly.

I got a job in China - some place.

MABEL:

You're acting like a school girl.

BABE:

(suddenly - tensely)

What else can I do? Keeping this

up is no good. He's bound to find

out sometime.

(softly)

At least I can save him that .

They are suddenly startled by the boisterous entrance of

Bob and Frank, whose voices are heard as they barge in.

170. MEDIUM SHOT

Babe, not wishing to explain to them, hides her bag - and

follows Mabel to greet them in the living room.

INT. LIVING ROOM

MED. FULL SHOT

The boys cross to a table and drop their cameras.

BOB AND FRANK:

Say, where is everybody? Come on,

Babe - the artillery's ready.

Mabel enters. Babe stands in doorway.

MABEL:

(by way of greeting)

It's those two sore spots again.

BOB:

You shoulda been down to the office

today, Babe.

FRANK:

Yeah. Mac threw Cobb out again.

BOB:

Boy, was he burning.

FRANK:

(reaching for a

bottle)

Just one little drink - and then

we're ready to shoot.

MABEL:

(grabbing it away)

Just a minute. No, you don't.

BABE:

We're not going out tonight.

BOB:

Thought you had a date with him.

CLOSE SHOT - BABE

BABE:

It's off. He's having a party at

his house.

MED. CLOSE SHOT

Frank, Bob and Mabel.

FRANK:

Say, what's the matter with her

now !

MABEL:

You wouldn't know if I drew you a

diagram. Now, run along and peddle

your little tin-types.

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