Platinum Blonde Page #9

58. MEDIUM SHOT

Anne, dressed in smart sports

clothes, starts to cross thru the

hall. She stops as she sees the

butler engaged in conversation

with Stew.

SMYTHE:

(hollowly)

No one's at home, sir.

Anne starts walking toward them. Stew spots her.

STEW:

Now Jeeves, what would you call

this - 'no one'?

Anne comes up to them.

CLOSER THREE SHOT

Anne looks up and sees that the butler is frowning and

uncomfortable and addresses him.

ANNE:

What's wrong?

SMYTHE:

Mrs. Schuyler left orders, Miss,

that if this person came here again,

I was to call the police.

STEW:

That's a good idea - telephone the

police. The number is Spring 3100.

Get a couple of cops over and we

can have a rubber of bridge.

ANNE:

You may go, Smythe.

SMYTHE:

But I—

STEW:

Now the lady said you may go—

The butler bows stiffly and exits.

ANNE:

(to Stew—directly)

What do you want?

STEW:

Well, I tell you, yesterday when I

was here, I had one of your books

in my hand, and when I got outside,

I realized I still had your book

in my hand. So as long as I had

your book in my hand, I thought I

might as well take it home and

read it. This morning, I got up

and put your book in my hand, and

here's your book in your hand.

He extends the Conrad book, and Anne, making no effort to

take it, he throws it on the table.

ANNE:

(haughty)

That's considerate of you.

STEW:

Yeah, that was considerate of me.

I recommend you read it.

CLOSER TWO SHOT:

ANNE:

(stiffly)

I'm not interested in your literary

recommendations.

STEW:

Well, maybe it's a bit heavy for

you. Perhaps if you'd like something

lighter - something with a touch

of romance—

He takes a package of letters out of his overcoat pocket

held together by a rubber band. He extracts one of them

and opens it.

STEW:

Just listen to this—

(reading)

Adorable Babykins—

Does her miss her Baby? Him sends

his booful li'l sweetums a billion

oceans full of kisses. Bobo is so

lonely—!

ANNE:

(interrupting coldly)

Just a moment. I don't see how

that trash could possibly concern

me.

Stew advances a little closer, putting up a finger.

STEW:

(mysteriously)

Ah! But you don't know who Bobo

is. And you don't know who Babykins

is.

ANNE:

I'm not interested. Smythe will

open the door.

She begins to walk away.

STEW:

(brightly)

But Bobo is your brother, Michael.

And of course nobody would ever

guess who Babykins is.

Anne turns and stares at him, incredulously, for a moment.

ANNE:

Where did you get those letters?

STEW:

I stole them when I was interviewing

Babykins about Bobo.

Anne looks up coldly.

ANNE:

I suppose you're going to print

them?

STEW:

No - give you another guess.

61. MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT (TRUCK SHOT)

The two.

Anne surveys him with frank scorn and dislike.

ANNE:

(scornfully)

Oh, I don't need another guess.

It's quite obvious.

STEW:

So, it's obvious, huh?

She turns toward the library.

ANNE:

Will you step into the library?

STEW:

(with alacrity)

Sure, I'll take a chance.

Anne walks majestically with head held high—thru the

hall—thru the living room and to the library. CAMERA

TRUCKING AHEAD OF THEM. This is a very long walk with Anne

walking ahead, Stew trailing.

STEW:

(while walking with

Anne single file)

You know, the Indians used to walk

like this.

(pause)

Except the squaw always walked in

the back—

(pause)

You know why that was? That was in

case of attack from the front.

(pause)

Of course, if the attack was from

the rear, she had to depend upon

her papoose.

(pause)

Oh yes, the papooses always had

bows and arrows.

(pause)

Of course, if she wasn't

married—then she'd have to protect

her own - er, er—

(indicates rear

with thumb over

shoulder - still

walking)

What country is this library in?

(pause)

Miss Schuyler, how about carfare

back to the front door, huh?

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