Mr. Deeds Goes to Town Page #33

COBB:

(trying to keep up

with Longfellow)

You shouldn't be running away like

this. What's going to happen to

the Estate?

LONGFELLOW:

They can have the Estate.

As they approach the staircase, a commotion is heard from

stairs. Cobb hurries ahead to see what is going on.

INT. GRAND FOYER

220. MEDIUM SHOT

Two butlers are struggling with a wild-eyed man of middle

age. They shout in unison.

BUTLERS:

(simultaneously)

You can't come up here!

FARMER:

Let me go! I wanna see him!

BUTLERS:

He's not home, I tell you!

FARMER:

I wanna see that guy!

BUTLERS:

We'll send for the police!

FARMER:

Let me go!

They continue to struggle as Cobb reaches them.

COBB:

What's going on here?

The man yanks himself free.

FARMER:

There he is! I just wanted to get

a look at him.

He sees Longfellow over Cobb's shoulder.

FARMER:

There you are! I just wanted to

see what kind of a man you were!

He struggles to thrust Cobb aside.

221. FULL SHOT

Favoring Longfellow, who has reached the bottom of the

staircase and watches the man warily.

FARMER:

(wildly)

I just wanted to see what a man

looks like that can spend thousands

of dollars on a party - while people

around him are hungry! The

"Cinderella Man," huh? Did you

ever stop to think how many families

could have been fed on the money

you pay out to get on the front

pages?

Cobb forcibly restrains the man.

COBB:

Come on! Take him out of here!

FARMER:

Let me go!

LONGFELLOW:

(an order)

Let him alone.

FARMER:

Let me alone!

(threateningly)

If you know what's good for you -

you'll let me get this off my chest!

(to Longfellow)

How did you feel feeding doughnuts

to a horse? Get a kick out of it,

huh? Got a big laugh?

(sarcastically)

Did you ever think of feeding

doughnuts to human beings! No!

Longfellow stares at him.

WALTER:

(quietly)

Shall I call the police, sir?

LONGFELLOW:

No!

(to man)

What do you want!!

FARMER:

Yeah - that's all that's worrying

you. What do I want? A chance to

feed a wife and kids! I'm a farmer.

A job! That's what I want!

LONGFELLOW:

A farmer, eh! You're a moocher,

that's what you are! I wouldn't

believe you or anybody else on a

stack of bibles! You're a moocher

like all the rest of them around

here, so get out of here!

FARMER:

Sure - everybody's a moocher to

you. A mongrel dog eating out of a

garbage pail is a moocher to you!

COBB:

(starting to push

him towards the

door)

This won't do you any good—

The man shoves him away, suddenly whips out a gun and levels

it at him.

FARMER:

Stay where you are, young feller.

Get over there.

Cobb backs away and the man points the gun at Longfellow,

who remains staring at him, immobilely.

FARMER:

(tensely)

You're about to get some more

publicity, Mr. Deeds! You're about

to get on the front page again!

See how you're going to like it

this time!

(voice rises)

See what good your money's going

to do when you're six feet under

ground. You never thought of that,

did you? No! All you ever thought

of was pinching pennies - you money-

grabbing hick! You never gave a

thought to all of those starving

people—

(his voice wavers)

—standing in the bread lines—

(huskily)

—not knowing where their next meal

was coming from! Not able to feed

their wife and kids.

(voice breaks)

Not able to—

He can't go on. A sob escapes. He reaches up and brushes

away a tear with a rough hand. It seems to bring him to

his senses. He glances down and seeing the gun in his hand -

stares at it in surprise. He realizes what he was about to

do.

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