Mr. Deeds Goes to Town Page #7

THE TWO BROTHERS

(gathering around

him)

What? I can't imagine.

CEDAR:

He said he guessed he'd give it

away.

THE TWO BROTHERS

(laughing)

Give it away!? The boy must be a

nit-wit!

Budington hasn't enjoyed the joke - his mind still on their

problem.

ONE OF THE BROTHERS

Well, John, you had the right hunch!

BUDINGTON:

John, if you don't mind my saying

so - we can't afford to—

CEDAR:

(irascibly)

I know, Budington. We can't afford

to have the books investigated

right now. You must have said that

a thousand times already.

BUDINGTON:

But what if they fall into somebody

else's hands, why - uh—

CEDAR:

Well, it hasn't happened yet - has

it?

BUDINGTON:

(wailing)

But a half million dollars! My

goodness, where are we going to

get—

CEDAR:

(exploding)

Will you stop worrying! It was I

who got old man Semple to turn

everything over to us, wasn't it?

And who got the Power of Attorney

from him ! All right, and I'll get

it again!

(pause - change of

tone)

I'll take it easy. Those books'll

never leave this office.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. AN APARTMENT

40. MEDIUM SHOT

George Semple, a ne'er-do-well, prominent for the pouches

under his eyes and a perpetual nose-twitch, is sprawled

out in a chair reading a newspaper. A nagging wife walks

around him.

WIFE:

A yokel! Nothing but a yokel!

Your uncle must have been mad to

leave all that money to him! You're

as closely related to him as he

is, and what did you get?

She storms around the room. George merely twitches his

nose but says nothing.

WIFE:

(slaps the paper

George is reading)

I say, what did you get?

GEORGE:

Stop yelling. Can I help it if my

uncle didn't like me?

WIFE:

I told you to be nice to him. Ten

years we've been waiting for that

old man to kick off. And then we

were going to be on Easy Street.

Yeah - on Easy Street!

GEORGE:

Oh, shut up! It's too late now,

and you're a nuisance!

WIFE:

That's just what I'm going to be -

a nuisance. I'm going to be a

nuisance until I get hold of some

of that money!

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. EDITOR'S OFFICE, DAILY MAIL

41. FULL SHOT

The editor stands in front of his desk. Four of five

reporters in front of him - several photographers. In the

b.g., leaning against the wall near the door, apparently

indifferent, is Babe Bennett. The editor, Mac, is haranguing

them.

MAC:

(as he blows his

nose)

He's news! Every time he blows

his nose, it's news. A corn-fed

bohunk like that falling into the

Semple fortune is hot copy . . .

But it's got to be personal. It's

got to have an angle. What does he

think about? How does it feel to

be a millionaire! Is he going to

get married! What does he think

of New York! Is he smart? Is he

dumb? . . . A million angles!

CLOSE SHOT - BABE

She has a string in her hand which she keeps flicking,

trying to get a knot into it - in the manner of cowboys

with a rope. Mac's voice continues over scene:

43. MEDIUM SHOT

Of them all, as Mac continues:

MAC:

He's been here three days, and

what have you numbskulls brought

in! Any halfwit novice could have

done better!

REPORTER'S VOICE

Yeah, we tried too—

MAC:

Am I talking too loud? Or annoying

anybody?

REPORTER:

You know Corny Cobb. He's keeping

him under lock and key.

MAC:

Cobb, Cobb! Never mind about Cobb.

Use what little brains you've got!

Find out something yourselves, you

imbecilic stupes! Now get out of

here before I really tell you what

I think of you. Come on, get out!

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