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Ben's arms come into view and pull the mask down.
We are now looking through the mask as we MOVE FORWARD
down the hall. Everything is slightly distorted through
the glass. Ben's hand comes up again with the breathing
apparatus in it.
SOUND:
the rythmic PUMPING of air, obliterating theSOUND of the people around the pool who seem to be
applauding and chattering noiselessly.
We MOVE out of the door and toward the pool. Mr. Braddock
is running back and forth, clapping his hands and
delivering his now soundless pitch.
We MOVE DOWN the steps and into the shallow end of the
pool. Mr. Braddock is moving along the side of the pool,
motioning toward us to come down to the deep end. He
joins Mr. Arnold at the far end of the pool. They both
begin to motion us toward them.
We get to the deep end of the pool. Mr. Braddock signals
us with his hand to go under. He kneels down by the edge
of the pool and reaches out with his hand and pushes us
under. He has a big smile.
We SURFACE again and PAN AROUND for a last look. The
figures, through the slightly distorted glass of the mask
of Mrs. Arnold and Mrs. Braddock, watching and smiling;
the neighbors on each side of the house, looking over their
fences and laughing and pointing; Mr. Arnold nodding
encouragement and talking; Mr. Braddock on his knees,
smiling and trying to reach out far enough to push us
under. We GO UNDER and SINK to the bottom of the pool.
46EXT. BRADDOCK BACKYARD AND POOL AREA - DAY
OVERHEAD SHOT (HELICOPTER POV)
Looking down on the pool, on Ben's black suited body at
the bottom and the people standing around the pool, looking
down into it.
Until there are thirty houses below us, with its owners,
swimming, playing, eating, cooking, reading, dancing,
sunbathing, constructing and gardening around thirty pools.
SOUND of Ben's BREATHING APPARATUS, fading into the SOUND
of the WIND.
Hold for a few seconds, then:
SOUND of a dime DROPPING into a pay phone and DIALING.
DISSOLVE TO:
47INT. TAFT HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT - CLOSEUP - BEN
In a phone booth. The booth is in the entrance area of
the hotel between the lobby and the driveway. Ben holds
the receiver to his ear. SOUND of PHONE RINGING.
MRS. ROBINSON'S VOICE
Hello.
BEN:
Mrs. Robinson - I don't quite
know how to put this -
MRS. ROBINSON'S VOICE
Benjamin?
BEN:
Look - I was thinking about that
MRS. ROBINSON'S VOICE
Where are you?
BEN:
- and I was wondering if I could
buy you a drink or something -
MRS. ROBINSON'S VOICE
Where are you?
BEN:
Uh - The Taft Hotel.
MRS. ROBINSON'S VOICE
Did you get a room?
BEN:
No. Now I know it's pretty
late and if you'd rather -
MRS. ROBINSON'S VOICE
Give me an hour.
BEN:
What?
MRS. ROBINSON'S VOICE
I'll be there in an hour.
SOUND of her HANGING UP. Ben hangs up slowly.
He stands up in the booth, looks around, moves about
uncomfortably for a few moments, removes his jacket and
carrying it folded across his arm in front of him,
leaves the phone booth and crosses to the doors that
lead to the main lobby. As he is about to go in, the
doors open and a group of VERY OLD PEOPLE start coming
out, filling the doorway and moving very slowly, muttering
to each other and helping each other out of the door and
down the steps. Ben holds one of the doors open for them
and stands politely to one side. As they get through,
Ben starts to move inside. At that moment, A DOZEN YOUNG
PEOPLE, dressed as though for a high school dance, push
him to one side and move past him into the lobby. He
moves back against the other door, holding it open and
allowing them to go in first. He smiles politely and they
pay no attention to him at all. He follows them into the
lobby. They move toward the front desk and he moves with
them. One of the boys at the front of the group leans in
and says something to the CLERK behind the desk.
The clerk points across the lobby and says something to
him. There are the SOUNDS of an orchestra PLAYING some-
where. The group of young people passes by the desk
and Ben moves in behind them. He pauses at the desk and
looks apprehensively at the hundreds of pigeon holes against
the wall with the room numbers painted under them and the
keys dangling suggestively.
ROOM CLERK:
Can I help you, sir!
BEN:
What? Oh - no - I'm just -
He points vaguely in the direction of the other young
people.
ROOM CLERK:
Are you here for an affair,
sir?
Terror and disbelief start in Ben's eyes. He looks
helplessly at the clerk.
BEN:
What?
ROOM CLERK:
The Singleman party, sir?
BEN:
Oh - yes. The Singleman party.
ROOM CLERK:
It's in the main ballroom.
BEN:
Ahh - thank you.
Ben backs off and turns and starts across the lobby.
He puts on his jacket as he goes. He gets to the entrance
to the main ballroom. He pauses at the door, looks in.
What he sees:
People dancing, talking, sitting, etc.He turns back toward te lobby. He stops.
What he sees:
The room clerk scross the lobby watchinghim.
Ben flashes a huge smile and points in toward the ballroom
as though to express his joy at finding the Singleman
affair inside, then turns back and enters the ballroom.
48INT. BALLROOM - NIGHT
As Ben steps inside.
VOICE:
Hello.
Ben turns. Four people stand in a row. Official greeters,
they are:
A MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN, AN OLDER MAN, AN ELDERLYLADY AND A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD BOY, dressed formally and they
are smiling with great determination.
BEN:
Hello.
It is the older lady who has said hello.
MRS. SINGLEMAN
You must be one of the Porters.
She grasps Ben's hand and shakes it.
BEN:
No - actually I'm not -
MRS. SINGLEMAN
I'd like you to know my sister,
Miss DeWitte -
MISS DEWITTE, who, from the looks of things, always has
been and always will be, Miss DeWitte, takes Ben's hand.
MISS DeWITTE
How do you do?
BEN:
How do you do, Miss DeWitte?
MRS. SINGLEMAN
- and my husband, Mr. Singleman -
Ben finds himself shaking the twelve-year-old boy's
hand.
BEN:
(apologetically)
Oh - sorry -
JEFFREY SINGLEMAN
Fine, thank you.
MRS. SINGLEMAN
That's Jeffrey, of course.
Ben switches to Mr. Singleman's hand.
BEN:
Of course.
MR. SINGLEMAN
I didn't get your name, sir.
BEN:
Benjamin Braddock, sir.
Mrs. Singleman looks at the seating list she has been
holding.
MRS. SINGLEMAN
Braddock - Braddock?
BEN:
Yes, but I'm afraid -
MRS. SINGLEMAN
I'll find your table in a moment.
Braddock. Not Braniff? We have
a Braniff.
BEN:
No - actually I'm just looking
for a friend.
MRS. SINGLEMAN
I'm afraid I don't understand.
BEN:
(backing off)
I'm not with your party - I'm
sorry.
MRS. SINGLEMAN
Hey - I don't get it.
Ben is backing out.
MISS DeWITTE
Braniff.
MRS. SINGLEMAN
Angela - please!
Ben backs out of the ballroom.
Ben crosses the lobby, passing PEOPLE going in and out of
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