Mr. Smith Goes To Washington Page #18

VOICES:

That's it. Right like that. Chin up

a little, Senator--please. Hold it!

Then the cameras relax and questions pop.

VOICES:

Tell us about yourself, Senator!

Hear you got a Boy's Club back home!

Any ideas? Going to make things hum

in the Senate, huh?

JEFFERSON:

(holding his hands

up, laughing)

Hold on, fellows--I'm not used to

more then one question at a time--

NOSEY:

One moment, friends, let's give the

Senator a break.

(To Jeff)

Now, where'd you say you studied

law?

JEFFERSON:

Well--I haven't needed much law so

far--what I'd like to get first is a

little common sense--

NOSEY:

Swell!

REPORTER:

What did he say?

NOSEY:

(calling back)

You don't need law--you need *common*

sense!

Reporters make rapid notes.

REPORTER:

What are you going to do while you're

here, Senator?

NOSEY:

Any special ax to grind?

JEFFERSON:

Ax?

NOSEY:

A pet idea--you know--pension bill--

save the buffalo--you've got *one*

notion you think would be good for

this country, haven't you?

JEFFERSON:

Well--I have got *one* idea--

VOICES:

Ah! That's more like it! What?

JEFFERSON:

Well--for a couple of years now--I--

I've thought it would be a wonderful

thing to have a National Boys' Camp

out in our State--

VOICES:

A camp! Well!

JEFFERSON:

You see--if we could take the poor

kids off the streets--out of cities--

a few months in the summer--learn

something about Nature and American

ideals--

NOSEY:

Marvelous! And what would this camp

set the Government back?

JEFFERSON:

Oh--nothing--nothing. My idea is--

for the Government to lend us the

money--and the boys'll pay it back--

sending in a penny or a nickel--no

more than a dime--no, gosh--the

Government's got enough on its hands

without--

NOSEY:

Great!

(Calls back)

The Government's putting dough in

too many places *now*!

VOICES:

(as they make notes)

You don't say! Well, well!

WOMAN REPORTER:

What do you think of the girls in

our town, Senator?

JEFFERSON:

Well--I haven't seen many--oh--well--

Miss Susan Paine--she's about the

prettiest girl I--I *ever* saw--

REPORTER:

How about some more pictures, Senator?

NOSEY:

Yeah! How about it? You're a nature

lover. Do you handle any of that

sign language?

JEFFERSON:

Well--I can *manage*--

ANOTHER REPORTER

What about bird calls! Know any?

JEFFERSON:

Well--a few--

VOICES:

Swell! Well! Come right ahead! Let

'em fly, Senator!

As Jeff laughs, preparing to do his stuff--and as the cameras

are made ready--

The scene dissolves to the HOTEL LOBBY. McGann, looking at

his watch, is sore as a boil by this time. Glaring off, his

attention is arrested. He starts forward. At the SWINGING

DOOR, a cute little girl has just come through and stands.

McGann marches up to her.

MCGANN:

Well! About time, toots! Redhead or

no readhead--keeping a guy waiting

two hours is no--

(Looking her over,

relaxing, and grabbing

her arm)

Good thing you're as cute as you

are, or I'd--

THE GIRL:

(struggling)

Wally!

A big six-footer, with football shoulders, comes swinging

in. The girl leaps to his side. McGann at once realizes a

hideous mistake has been made somewhere--and it's too late.

Wally fixes him with a deadly stare and advances to do murder.

McGann starts backing away in alarm as the scene dissolves

amid a dash of music.

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