Playback Page #24

BETTY:

Bank?

MANAGER:

(very smoothly)

Merely for our records, Miss

Mayfield. It's usual for the guests

who come here for the first time.

BETTY:

(opening her bag)

I'm carrying quite a large sum in

Travelers checks. How much of a

deposit would you like?

CAMPBELL:

I wouldn't dream if questioning

your credit. Purely a matter of

routine, for the hotel records.

Just the name of your bank--

He breaks off, glances over to one side.

CLOSE REVERSE SHOT - BETTY

She notices the glance and turns her head, looks off in

the same direction, reacts, looks back at Campbell.

BETTY:

(sharply)

The Hotel records, Mr. Campbell?

TWO SHOT - CAMPBELL AND BETTY

CAMPBELL:

(brightly)

I'm afraid I've been clumsy. Please

overlook it, Miss Mayfield.

With a quick nod Betty turns away. CAMERA PANS her over to

extreme end of desk. Killaine stands there idly, with an

elbow on the desk. Betty comes up to him. She is angry.

BETTY:

Good morning, Mr. Killaine. I'm

sorry I can't give you the name of

my bank--because I have no bank at

the moment.

(pause)

That was a crude trick.

KILLAINE:

They're all crude, when they don't

work. Had breakfast?

She nods.

KILLAINE:

Care for a stroll outside?

Beautiful morning. The air is like

wine, the sky is a deep blue.

BETTY:

(contemptuously)

Deep blue? I'd call it grey-blue.

KILLAINE:

You must come from pretty far South.

She bites her lips.

KILLAINE:

FLorida?

BETTY:

I've never been to Florida.

Killaine smiles and moves away from desk, and she falls in

beside him.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BRANDON'S OFFICE BUILDING - DOOR -- DAY

CLOSE-UP - AN OFFICE DOOR

Metal lettering on it reads CLARK BRANDON ENTERPRISES.

Below that to one side ENTER.

INT. BRANDON'S OFFICE BUILDING - RECEPTION ROOM -- DAY

A middle-aged SECRETARY is at a desk. a MAN sitting over

to one side, reading a newspaper. He is short, thick-set,

wears heavy glasses. These are phony glasses--they just

look heavy--there is a clear spot in the middle. DOOR OPENS

OFF. Brandon enters shot, goes across to desk.

SECRETARY:

Good morning, Mr. Brandon.

BRANDON:

Morning. Any calls?

SECRETARY:

Mr. Reed would like you to call

him.

BRANDON:

All right. Get him.

SECRETARY:

(looking off)

And there's a Mr. Goble to see

you. Says his business is personal.

BRANDON:

Who's Goble?

CAMERA PANS OVER TO MAN with glasses. He puts his newspaper

away, stands up, crosses to Brandon, CAMERA PANNING HIM

BACK.

MAN:

I'm Goble.

Brandon looks at him. Nothing in his face shows recognition.

GOBLE:

I'd like a few words with you, in

private.

BRANDON:

I'm not interested in blind dates.

Goble takes his glasses off, puts then away, and stares at

Brandon, who reacts just enough to show he has recognized

Goble. During this, secretary has dialed

SECRETARY:

(into phone)

Mr. Reed, please, for Mr. Brandon.

(pause)

Very well. Have him call. Mr.

Brandon is in his office now.

(she hangs up)

Mr. Reed stepped out, Mr. Brandon.

BRANDON:

(to Goble)

This way.

He crosses to door, opens it, goes in, leaving Goble to

follow.

INT. BRANDON'S OFFICE - PRIVATE OFFICE -- DAY

Brandon round desk, takes off hat, stands looking down at

some letters on his desk. DOOR CLOSES BEHIND Goble, who

has entered. Goble crosses calmly to chair, sits down.

Brandon gets cigarette out and lights it with desk lighter,

without offering Goble one, and blows a little smoke.

BRANDON:

All right. Talk it up.

Goble gets a card out of his wallet, hands it across.

BRANDON:

(reading)

"Martin Goble. Insurance Adjuster."

He drops card on desk, smiles.

BRANDON:

Nice friendly approach you've got.

Goble. I could hardly walk when I

got out of bed this morning.

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