Platinum Blonde Page #18

MRS. SCHUYLER

(as Anne starts to

get up again)

Sit down!

116. WIDER SHOT

The butler enters with a tray on which is a glass of

bicarbonate of soda and brings it to Mrs. Schuyler. Walking

immediately behind the butler is Stew, airily debonair.

The butler glances somewhat uneasily at Mrs. Schuyler as

he presents the tray. She glares blackly at Stew without a

word of greeting, and taking the foaming glass from the

tray, starts to lift it to her lips.

STEW:

(airily)

Drink hearty, Mother.

Once more, Anne starts to rise out of her seat.

MRS. SCHUYLER

Anne!

Mrs. Schuyler pauses - glowering at Stew. Stew nods

perfunctorily to each member of the jury, the total

innocent.

STEW:

Hello, Anne. Mr. Grayson.

(to Michael)

And you.

(to Mrs. Schuyler)

Mrs. Schuyler!

Grayson does not acknowledge the greeting. Mrs. Schuyler,

having drained the glass, dismisses the butler with a wave

of the hand, and directs her attention again to the matter

at hand.

MRS. SCHUYLER

(in command)

Well, what's to be done? He's here

now.

They are all silent - reluctant to speak in front of Stew.

Stew looks at them all - a little puzzled - then he walks

over toward Mrs. Schuyler.

MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT

Mrs. Schuyler and Stew.

STEW:

Nobody seems to want to do anything—

(to Mrs. Schuyler,

brightly)

Why not ask me? Perhaps I can offer

a suggestion. Do what about what?

MRS. SCHUYLER

(witheringly)

About what? Your marriage to Anne!

STEW:

(with a tone of

dismissal)

Oh, my marriage to Anne. Now Mrs.

Schuyler, we don't want you to go

to any trouble about that. We just

want the usual blessings, that's

all.

118. MEDIUM SHOT

Mrs. Schuyler's eyes flash. She draws herself up with

haughty dignity.

MRS. SCHUYLER

Young man, I want you to know that

I object violently to this whole

affair!

This finally brings Anne out of her seat. She rises and

crosses to Stew, making a show of embracing him.

ANNE:

Now Mother, your attitude is

perfectly ridiculous. It's done

now. Stewart and I are married.

STEW:

(to Mrs. Schuyler)

I'm afraid she's right, Mrs.

Schuyler. I'm really very sorry,

Mrs. Schuyler, that you feel this

way. I was in hopes that you would

like me. I'm not the burglar that

you think I am. After all, we're

married. I think the thing to do

is to kiss and make up - Mother.

MRS. SCHUYLER

(furiously)

Stop calling me Mother!

STEW:

(easily)

All right, Grandma—

MRS. SCHUYLER

(glaring)

This man's impossible! I can't

talk to him. Grayson, let's go

where we can talk - hic!

(she emits a burp,

then fixes a glacial

look at Anne)

See what you've done to me!?

Without another word, she turns and flounces angrily out

of the room. Grayson follows her. At the doorway he pauses,

starts to say something. They all look at him expectantly -

but no words come out.

STEW:

Got it too, huh?

Grayson gives a harrumph and exits.

CLOSER MEDIUM SHOT

Anne, Michael and Stew. Michael grins at Stew.

MICHAEL:

Who won that round?

Michael starts moving toward the door.

STEW:

(ruefully)

I'm afraid your mother won that

round - that is, she got in the

last blow.

MICHAEL:

I don't feel the way they do. You're

really not as bad as everybody

thinks.

STEW:

(effusively - shaking

his hand)

You're beginning to appreciate me,

eh? Thanks!

MICHAEL:

Don't worry too much about Mother -

she's enjoying this. Come on

upstairs, I'll give you a little -

He indicates a snifter, grins and exits. Anne crosses to

Stew and puts her arm around his shoulder.

STEW:

(to Michael)

A little—? Sure, I'll be right up.

(to Anne)

He's all right. I like him.

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