Platinum Blonde Page #14
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1931
- 89 min
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91. MEDIUM SHOT
Of other reporters, the older man at the copy desk, and
perhaps a sob sister or two nearby, who look up with
expectant interest, expecting to hear Stew get a bawling
out.
CLOSE SHOT - GALLAGHER
At her desk. She looks up worried and apprehensive.
CONTINUATION SCENE 90
Stew and Conroy.
STEW:
It has been alleged - yes—
CONROY:
You wouldn't know news if you fell
into a mess of it, nose first. So
you're the bright lad that's never
been scooped!
STEW:
(defensively)
Not on my own beat, no.
CONROY:
(howling so that he
can be heard all
over the room)
No? Well, where were you when that
happened?
He slaps the copy of the Tribune furiously and shoves it
into Stew's face.
CLOSE SHOT - STEW
Not knowing what it is all about, Stew, with an injured
expression, takes the paper and looks at it.
ANN SCHUYLER ELOPES WITH REPORTER
(with subheads giving more explicit information)
94. MEDIUM SHOT
The other reporters, copy readers, sob sisters, etc., seeing
the unusual commotion and Stew's bewildered reaction, get
out of their chairs and cross over to the City Desk, where
they take up other copies of the same paper to look at.
There are amazed and excited exclamations.
95. CLOSER SHOT - STEW AND CONROY
Stew, still staring dumbly at the paper. A few others are
crowding around, glancing over his shoulder, etc.
CONROY:
I've heard of people being scooped
on their own funerals, but this!
Holy mackerel! Why, it's news when
Anne Schuyler gets her fingernails
manicured, but this! She gets
married to one of our own reporters
and the Tribune beat us to it!
(he notices other
reporters milling
around)
Well! What do you guys want? Go
on, get back to your desks. Go
back to your work.
(returning his
attention to Stew)
Now don't tell me you were drunk
at the time and don't remember! Or
is this one of Bingy's snow-storms?
STEW:
No, no - it's true, all right,
only we didn't want to get it in
print yet, that's all.
CONROY:
Why not?
STEW:
Well, you see, I've acquired one
of those new mother-in-laws, and
we were afraid she wouldn't
understand the whole idea. So we
were going to wait till she went
to Europe.
CONROY:
What do I care about your mother-
in-law! You're still working for
this paper, aren't you! Or are
you?
STEW:
Yes, sir.
CONROY:
Well, it's your business to get
news! And here you had a story
right in your own lap and you let
the Tribune scoop us on it. Making
a first class Grade A monkey out
of me. If it ever happens again -
just don't bother about coming
back. That's all.
He dismisses Stew with a wave of his hand.
STEW:
Thanks for your congratulations.
96. MEDIUM SHOT
Stew turns away from Conroy's desk, and a group of his
confreres come up, surrounding him in a series of ad-lib
congratulations. (Some slightly profane, pounding him on
the back, whooping, and in general manifesting great
surprise and glee.) This group is increased by copy readers,
office boys and everybody jabbering and shouting at him.
GROUP:
(ad-lib
congratulations)
Stew manages to break thru them
and exits from scene.
97. MEDIUM SHOT
Gallagher—to intercut with above scene. She gets up and
goes over, CAMERA PANNING WITH HER and picks up another
copy of the paper and reads the headlines.
CLOSER SHOT - GALLAGHER
Her face stricken and sick as she reads about Stew's
marriage. Abruptly she turns away, out of scene.
99. MEDIUM SHOT
At Gallagher's empty desk. Stew comes in trying to stave
off the mob. He turns on the congratulators, pushing them
off.
STEW:
What's the matter with you mugs?
Can't a guy get married without
all this?
(looks around)
Where's Gallagher? Anybody seen
Gallagher?
He forcibly breaks away from them and walks back toward
the door, the last of the wisecracks and goodnatured jeers
LAP DISSOLVE TO:
INT. JOE'S SPEAKEASY
MED. CLOSE SHOT
Gallagher is seated alone at a table, looking very forlorn.
Her life is suddenly empty. A drink is in front of her,
untouched. She is fighting hard to keep her emotions under
control.
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