Mr. Smith Goes To Washington Page #11

At this instant two middle-aged men, slightly hard-faced,

named Cook and Griffith, descend on the party.

COOK:

Joe!

GRIFFITH:

Hello, Chick.

MCGANN:

H'ya, Carl--h'ya, Bill!

PAINE:

Jeff--meet Mr. Cook and Mr. Griffith--

members of our State headquarters

here.

Cook and Griffiths fall on Jeff, wringing his hand and again

Jeff can't get a word in. He has put his pigeons down.

COOK:

Great pleasure, Senator! Yes *sir*.

Great appointment! You'll do the old

State proud!

GRIFFITH:

Welcome, Senator. This wild life

around here is a little different

from what you're used to. They wear

high heels! Hah! Hah!

PAINE:

Well, let's get started. Bill--you've

made reservations at the hotel for

the Senator and Chick--

COOK:

All fixed. Same floor with you, Joe.

SUSAN:

(with lifted eyebrows)

How nice.

PAINE:

All right, we'll take Jeff with us--

SUSAN:

I'm afraid we won't have room in the

car, Father. Senator Smith can follow

with Mr. McGann and the pigeons.

JEFFERSON:

Sure.

SUSAN:

Well, we *must* see a lot of you,

Senator. Come, Father.

Paine is being pulled away by Susan. The girls, waving good-

bye to Jeff, follow. Griffith walks along a bit with Paine.

PAINE:

(calling back--

cautioning)

Chick--

MCGANN:

I've got 'im, Joe. Be right along.

PAINE AND GRIFFITH are now seen together.

PAINE:

Are you ready for him, Bill?

GRIFFITH:

All set. Foley's rooms in the Senate

office building--nice, big clean

desk--lot of Senator stationery to

write his little boys on--and Foley's

secretary, Saunders, to make it look

like the real thing--

PAINE:

Good. Are the newspaper men at the

hotel?

GRIFFITH:

Yup--Sweeney, Flood, Farrell--waiting

for you--

PAINE:

Fine. The first thing to do is--

present Mr. Smith to the press--in

the *right* way. Hurry him along,

Bill.

GRIFFITH:

How do you feel, champ?

PAINE:

All right, why?

GRIFFITH:

Your name's spreading like wild-fire

out here--you are the winterbook

favorite to get on the National

ticket.

PAINE:

Oh! Go away.

Newsmen come up with cameras to photograph Paine.

JEFFERSON, MCGANN AND COOK are seen together.

MCGANN:

All right, Senator--let's get these

bags and the livestock together--

JEFFERSON:

(suddenly pointing)

Look! There it is!

MCGANN:

What? Who?

We see what Jeff is pointing at--the CAPITOL DOME, up on

"The Hill"--framed in one of the station portals.

JEFFERSON'S VOICE

The Capitol Dome!

The GROUP looks at Jeff dryly.

COOK:

Yes, sir--big as life. Been there

some time now.

MCGANN:

Yes, sir.

(Busily, to porters)

All right, boys--let's go.

Jeff has taken a few steps in the direction of the Dome.

Griffith joins them, and McGann, Cook and Griffith start off

with porters.

MCGANN:

This way, Senator.

McGann, Cook and Griffith are seen moving on, not conscious

that Jeff isn't following.

GRIFFITH:

Say, we thought--maybe we ought to

meet him in short pants--you know--

with hatchets.

Cook points to the pigeons a porter carriers.

COOK:

What's he bringing pigeons for?

MCGANN:

(sour and sore)

What for? Why, suppose there's a

storm--all lines are down--how you

gonna get a message to Ma?

Cook and Griffith give McGann alarmed looks.

JEFF is seen, with his eyes fixed ahead, through the portals,

on the Dome; he is drawn unconsciously in that directions.

MCGANN, COOK AND GRIFFITH are approaching the door to the

outside.

MCGANN:

(looks back)

Okay, Senator--right through here--

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