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Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936)

by Robert Riskin.

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FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY


FADE IN

1.	EXTERIOR - MONTAGE
Quick shots of a car speeding around curves in a mountainous
region. The car jumps a bridge, hurtles into space, crashes in a
	fireball. Followed by newsboys hawking special editions, people on 
streetcorners buying and reading newspapers with a succession of
banner headlines:

"MARTIN W. SEMPLE, FINANCIER, DIES IN ITALY," 
"CIVIC LEADER KILLED IN AUTO ACCIDENT," 
"DISCLOSURE OF BANKER'S WILL AWAITED" and finally 
"SEMPLE HEIR AS YET UNKNOWN"

					DISSOLVE TO:

2.	INTERIOR - EDITOR'S OFFICE, DAILY MAIL
CLOSE SHOT
of Mac, the editor, at his desk, barking into the telephone.

			MAC 
	Say listen, Corny, who do you think you're 
	talking to? If the Semple attorneys don't know 
	who the heir is, who does? 
		(listens)
	Aw, come on, Corny.  I've done you a lot of 
	favors. What do you say - who's getting the 
	Semple dough?

					CUT TO:

3.	INTERIOR - CEDAR'S PRIVATE OFFICE
CLOSE SHOT 
Of Cornelius Cobb - a hardened ex-newspaperman, customarily 
impatient, grouchy and nervous - victim of the New York tempo. His 
friends call him "Corny."

			COBB 
		(on the phone)
	You're asking the wrong guy, Mac. I'm only a 
	press agent.

THE CAMERA PULLS BACK GRADUALLY TO REVEAL a plush law office, 
leather chairs and shelves of books. Arthur Cedar, attorney,
briskly enters scene and seats himself at his desk. Cedar is in the
neighborhood of fifty - grey-templed - dignified - sharp. Cobb is
using the phone on his desk. Cedar glances at him.

			CEDAR 
	Newspaperman?

			COBB 
		(covering mouthpiece - confidentially) 
	Wants to know who the heir is.

			CEDAR 
		(firmly) 
	Hang up.

			COBB 
		(returning to the phone) 
	Sorry, Mac, I can't. Yeah, Mac. Sure, but I 
	ain't the attorney --

			CEDAR 
		(more firmly)
	Hang up.

THE CAMERA PULLS BACK FURTHER TO REVEAL another attorney at one end 
of the desk, reviewing a pile of papers.

			COBB 
		(continuing)
	Mr. Cedar is, and I haven't seen him in two 
	days.
        		(hangs up the phone) 
	Listen, Cedar, we've got to do something about
	the newspapers.

			CEDAR 
		(barely glancing up) 
	I'm not interested in the newspapers.

			COBB 
	But it's a great story. Somewhere in this 
	country a guy is walking into twenty million 
	bucks.

			CEDAR 
	Yes, I know. My first concern is to locate the 
	lucky man. When I do, it's your job to keep the
	newspapers away from him.

			COBB 
	 	(resignedly)
		It's okay with me as long as my weekly stipend 
	keeps coming in.

THE CAMERA PULLS BACK TO A FULL SHOT as two men rush in with a 
flurry of excitement. One of them is Anderson, an obsequious employee 
of Cedar's. With him is another lawyer, one of the Cedar brothers.

			ANDERSON 
	We located him, Mr. Cedar! We found out where 
	he is.

			CEDAR 
	Good!

			FIRST BROTHER
	Yes, John, we got him.

			ANDERSON
	Here's the report: Longfellow Deeds, single, 28, 
	lives in Mandrake Falls, Vermont.

			CEDAR 
		(glancing at the report)
	Thank heaven.

			FIRST BROTHER
	Better wire him right away, John.

			CEDAR 
	I'll do no such thing. I'm going there myself. 
	You're going with me too, Anderson - and you 
	too, Cobb.

He pushes a button on the intercom.

			VOICE
	Yes?

			CEDAR 
	Make three reservations on the first train out to 
	Mandrake Falls, Vermont.

			VOICE 
		(skeptically)
	Where?

			CEDAR 
	Mandrake Falls.
		(begins to spell as scene fades)
	M-A-N--

					CUT TO:

EXT. A STATION
4.	MEDIUM SHOT 
It is a pleasantly rural scene - with just a handful of local 
characters scattered about. At one end of the platform - some mail -
newspapers - and a few pieces of freight are being loaded. Cedar, 
Cobb and Anderson stand in front of a welcome sign. The three 
obviously are out of their element here - obviously "City folks."

Over their shoulders. We hear Cobb's voice as he reads:

			COBB'S VOICE 
	Welcome to Mandrake Falls 
	Where the scenery enthralls 
	Where no hardship e'er befalls 
	Welcome to Mandrake Falls

5.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Cobb and Cedar exchange glances.

			COBB 
	That's pretty.

			CEDAR 
	Are you sure this is the town he lives in?

			ANDERSON 
	Yes sir, Mr. Cedar. This is the town all right.

			CEDAR 
	Well, I dropped everything at the office - I hope
	it's not a wild goose chase.

			ANDERSON 
	No, sir. We checked it thoroughly. He lives here 
	all right.

			COBB 
	Ah! I spy a native. Let's ask him.

CAMERA MOVES WITH THEM as they cross to a small, one-story old 
brick building, covered with ivy. This is the ticket and freight 
office combined. In front of it is a very old man, a stoop-
shouldered rail agent with a face of a million wrinkles - puttering
around some packages.

			CEDAR
			(as they approach)
	Good morning.

			AGENT 
		(glances up) 
	Morning, neighbors. Morning.
 
	He picks up a package and disappears into the building. Cedar and 
Cobb look at each other.

			COBB 
	That's an excellent start. At least we've broken 
	the ice.

The old man returns to his pile of packages.

			CEDAR
	I say, my friend, do you know a fellow by the 
	name of Longfellow Deeds?

			AGENT 
	Deeds?

			CEDAR
	Yes.

			AGENT 
	Yes, sir. Yes, indeedy. Everyone knows Deeds.

			CEDAR
	Yes, I--

He again disappears.

			COBB 
	Must be a game he's playing.

The old man shows up again.

			CEDAR 
	We'd like to get in touch with him. It's very 
	important.

			AGENT 
	Who's that?

			CEDAR 
	Deeds! Who do you think I'm talking about?

			AGENT 
	Oh, yes - Deeds. Fine fellow. Very democratic. 
	You won't have no trouble at all. Talk to 
	anybody.

Whereupon the old man carries another package inside. Cobb is properly 
exasperated now.

			CEDAR 
	I guess we'd better try somebody else.

			COBB 
	No, we won't! The next time that jumping jack 
	comes out, I'll straddle him while you ask him 
	your questions.

The old man emerges from the building and looks up at them as if 
he's never seen them before.

				AGENT
	Morning, neighbors.

6.	TWO SHOT - COBB AND AGENT (FEATURING COBB)
Cobb grabs the old man as he turns to head back into the building.

			COBB 
	Remember us? We're the fellows who were here a 
	minute ago.

			AGENT 
	Oh, yes. Yes, indeedy. I never forget a face.

He turns again but Cobb holds him by the arm and sets him down on 
a small packing case.

			COBB 
	Listen, Pop, we've come all the way from New 
	York to look up a fellow by the name of Deeds. 
	It's important - very important!

			AGENT 
		(releasing his arm)
	You don't have to get rough, neighbor. All you 
	got to do is ask.

			COBB 
	Then please pretend, for just one fleeting moment, 
	that I'm asking. Where does he reside?

			AGENT 
	Who?
 
	Cobb turns away in disgust. Anderson steps forward.

7.	CLOSE SHOT - THE THREE

			ANDERSON 
	Longfellow Deeds - where does he live?

			AGENT 
	Oh, that's what you want! Well, why didn't you 
	say so in the first place instead of beating 
	around the bush? Those other fellows don't know 
	what they're talking about.
		(as he exits scene) 
	Come on, I'll take you there in my car. If 
	they'd only explained to me what they wanted, 
	there would be no trouble.

He leaves Cobb and Cedar staring after him killingly.

					DISSOLVE TO:

8.	INT. LONGFELLOW'S LIVING ROOM 
MEDIUM SHOT 
A little old lady, Mrs. Meredith, answers a knock at the door. 
Cedar, Cobb and Anderson stand there, with the old man at their 
heels. Mrs. Meredith is a sweet, soft-voiced, timid and fluttery 
little creature.

			MRS. MEREDITH
	Oh, will you come in please, gentlemen?

			CEDAR 
	Is Mr. Deeds in?

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	No - he's over to the park arranging for the 
	bazaar, so's to raise money for the fire engine. 
		(to old man) 
	Mal, you shoulda knowed he was in the park.

			AGENT 
	Knew it all the time. But these men said they 
	wanted to see the house.
		(mumbling as he exits) 
	Can't read their minds if they don't say what 
	they want.

9.	GROUP SHOT
Cobb glares after him exasperatedly. Mrs  Meredith turns to Cobb
and Cedar.

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	Come in, please. Come in. Can I get you a cup 
	of tea?

			CEDAR 
	No, thanks.

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	Sit down. Sure I couldn't get you a glass of 
	lemonade or something?

			CEDAR 
	That's very kind of you. Are you related to him?

			MRS. MEREDITH
	No, I'm his housekeeper.

			CEDAR 
	Well, we'd like to find out something about him. 
	What does he do for a living?

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	He and Jim Mason own the Tallow Works. But 
	that's not where he makes his money. He makes 
	most of it from his poetry.

10.	CLOSE SHOT - THE THREE
Featuring Cobb.

			COBB 
		(skeptically)
		He writes poetry?

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	Oh, my goodness, yes. Longfellow's famous. He 
	writes all those things on postcards. You know, 
	for Christmas - and Easter - and birthdays. Sit 
	down, please.

She reaches over to a desk and picks one up.

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	Here's one - he got $25 for this one.

11.	CLOSEUP - MRS. MEREDITH
As she reads - with feeling: 

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	"When you've nowhere to turn - and you're filled 
		with doubt 
	Don't stand in midstream, hesitating, 
	For you know that your mother's heart cries out -
	'I'm waiting, my boy, I'm waiting.'" 
		(she looks up) 
	Isn't that beautiful?

12.	CLOSEUP - COBB 
His eyes open unbelievingly.

			MRS. MEREDITH'S VOICE
	Isn't it a lovely sentiment?

			COBB
		(flatly) 
	Yeah.

A dog enters, racing toward the door, scratching at it and whining.

			MRS. MEREDITH 
		(as she heads toward the door)
	Here he is now.

She opens the door and goes out, with the dog racing ahead.

			COBB
		(to Cedar - sotto voce)
		I suggest you break it to him gently. He's liable 
	to keel over from the shock.

Mrs. Meredith re-appears. We hear her voice as she comes through 
the doorway.

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	They've been waiting a long while.

Longfellow Deeds trails behind her.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Who are they?

			MRS. MEREDITH
	I don't know.

				CEDAR
		(standing - formally) 
	Mr. Longfellow Deeds?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Yes.

				CEDAR
	How do you do.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(shaking hands)
	How do you do.                            

			CEDAR 
		(extending card)
	I'm John Cedar - of the New York firm of Cedar, 
	Cedar, Cedar and Budington.

13.	CLOSE SHOT - GROUP
Featuring Cobb. He watches Longfellow who is glancing at the card.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(reads to himself) 
	Cedar, Cedar, Cedar and Budington. 
		(looks up; smiles) 
	Budington must feel like an awful stranger, 
	hmm?

Cobb's eyes pop at the nifty.

			CEDAR 
	Mr. Cornelius Cobb and Mr. Anderson.

They exchange greetings. Longfellow gestures to chairs.

			LONGFELLOW 
	You gentlemen make yourselves comfortable.

			COBB AND ANDERSON 
	Thanks.

14. 	MEDIUM SHOT 
Longfellow crosses to his tuba near a chair. He takes a mouthpiece 
out of his pocket.

			LONGFELLOW 
	New mouthpiece. Been waiting two weeks for this. 
	Kids keep swiping them all the time. They use 
	'em for bean shooters. 
		(he blows a note) 
	What can I do for you gentlemen?

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	You gentlemen going to stay for lunch?

			CEDAR 
		(right to the point; ignoring her) 
	I'd like to ask you a few questions.

			LONGFELLOW 
	All right.

Longfellow looks at them strangely and sits down beside his tuba.

			CEDAR
	Mr. Deeds, are you the son of Dr. Joseph and 
	Mary Deeds?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Yes.

			CEDAR 
	Are your parents living?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Why, no.

			CEDAR 
	Mr. Deeds, does the name of Martin W. Semple 
	mean anything to you?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Not much. He's an uncle of mine, I think. I
	never saw him, but my mother's name was Semple, 
	you know.

			CEDAR
	Well, he passed on. He was killed in a motor 
	accident in Italy.

			LONGFELLOW 
	He was? Gee, that's too bad. If there's anything 
	I can do to--

While he speaks, he has been adjusting the tuba between his legs 
and now sucks on the mouthpiece, preparatory to playing.

			CEDAR 
	I have good news for you, sir. Mr. Semple left a 
	large fortune when he died. He left it all to 
	you, Mr. Deeds. Deducting the taxes, it amounts 
	to something in the neighborhood of $20,000,000.

15.	CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW 
His lips are over the mouthpiece of the tuba. His only reaction to 
the startling news is to lift his eyes in Cedar's direction.

16.	GROUP SHOT

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	How about lunch? Are the gentlemen going to 
	stay - or not?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Of course they're going to stay. 
		(to the gentlemen) 
	She's got some fresh orange layer cake. You 
	know, with the thick stuff on the top? 
		(to Mrs. Meredith) 
	Sure, they don't want to go to the hotel.

Mrs. Meredith leaves. Cobb and Cedar have watched this by-play, 
open-mouthed, and are now even more astounded to see Longfellow 
blow into his tuba.

17.	CLOSER SHOT - THE THREE

			CEDAR 
		(over the noise of the tuba) 
	Perhaps you didn't hear what I said, Mr. Deeds! 
	The whole Semple fortune goes to you! 
	$20,000,000!

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh, yes, I heard you all right. $20,000,000. 
	That's quite a lot, isn't it?

			COBB 
	Oh, it'll do in a pinch.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(impressed)
	Yes, indeed. I wonder why he left me all that 
	money? I don't need it.

He resumes his 'Oompahs.'

18.	CLOSE SHOT - CEDAR AND COBB
Staring, unbelievingly.

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. AN ALCOVE
19.	FULL SHOT
The three men sit around a table, having lunch. By Longfellow's 
side is, as expected, the tuba.

			CEDAR 
	Mr. Cobb here is an ex-newspaperman associated 
	with your uncle for many years - as a sort of 
	buffer.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Buffer?

			COBB 
	Yeah. A glorified doormat.

			CEDAR 
	Yes, you see, rich people need someone to keep 
	the crowds away. The world's full of pests. Then 
	there's the newspapers to handle. One must know 
	when to seek publicity - and when to avoid it.

During Cedar's speech, Longfellow seems to have been lost in his 
own thoughts.

20.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND COBB
Favoring Longfellow.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Cedar, Cedar, Cedar and Budington. Funny, I 
	can't think of a rhyme for Budington.

			COBB 
	Why should you?

			LONGFELLOW
	Well, whenever I run across a funny name, I 
	always like to poke around for a rhyme. Don't 
	you?

			COBB 
	Nah.

			LONGFELLOW
		I've got one for Cobb--

21.	CLOSE SHOT - THE GROUP

			LONGFELLOW
	"There once was a man named Cobb, 
	Who kept Semple away from the mob 
	Came the turn of the tide 
	And Semple - he died 
	And now poor Cobb's out of a job!"

			COBB 
	Sounds like a two weeks' notice to me.

			LONGFELLOW
	Huh?

			COBB
	I've gotten the 'sackaroo' in many ways - but 
	never in rhyme.

			LONGFELLOW
	Oh, I don't mean that. I'm sure I'm going to 
	need your help.

			COBB 
		Oh, that's different if it's just poetry.

22.	WIDE ANGLE
As Mrs. Meredith enters with coffee which she pours.

			CEDAR 
	Are you a married man, Mr. Deeds?

			LONGFELLOW
	Who - me? No.

			MRS. MEREDITH
	No, he's too fussy for that. That's what's the 
	matter with him. There are lots of nice girls 
	right here in Mandrake Falls who're dying to be 
	married--

			LONGFELLOW
	Don't pay any attention to her.

			MRS. MEREDITH
	He's got a lot of foolish notions about saving 
	a lady in distress.

			LONGFELLOW
 		Now you keep out of this!
  
			CEDAR 
		(diplomatically)
	Saving a lady in distress, eh? Well, I suppose 
	we all have dreams like that when we are young. 
		(rising) 
	Incidentally, we'd better get started. You'll 
	have to pack.

			LONGFELLOW 
	What for?

			CEDAR 
	You're going to New York with us.

			LONGFELLOW
	When?

			COBB  
	This afternoon - at four o'clock.

			LONGFELLOW
	I don't think we've got any suitcases.

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	Well, we could borrow a couple from Mrs. 
	Simpson. You know, she went to Niagara Falls 
	last year.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I'm kind of nervous. I've never been away from 
	Mandrake Falls in my life. Kind of like to see 
	Grant's Tomb, though.

			CEDAR 
		(all business) 
	I can understand that. 
		(rises to go) 
	We'll take a walk around town, meet you at the 
	train at four o'clock. 
		(shakes his hand) 
	Congratulations, Mr. Deeds. You're one of the 
	richest men in the country. We'll see you later. 
		(to Mrs. Meredith) 
	Goodbye and thank you.

			COBB
	See you later, kid.

			ANDERSON'S VOICE
		(as he too exits)
	Good day, sir.

They exit.

23.	TWO SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND MRS. MEREDITH

			LONGFELLOW 
	Hear what he said? You know how much twenty 
	million is?

			MRS. MEREDITH 
	I don't care how much it is. You sit right there 
	and eat your lunch. You haven't touched a thing.

Longfellow nibbles at some food, staring into space thoughtfully.

					DISSOLVE TO:

24.	EXT. STATION 
LONG SHOT 
The whole town is out. The band is playing "He's a Jolly Good Fellow"
- the crowd sings. It's a festive occasion. A large, awkwardly painted 
sign looms over everyone's head. It reads:

			FAREWELL 
		LONGFELLOW DEEDS 
	THE PRIDE OF MANDRAKE FALLS

25.	MEDIUM SHOT - CEDAR AND ANDERSON 
They peer anxiously around, looking for someone, when Cobb dashes in.

			COBB 
		(breathlessly)
	I can't find him.

				CEDAR
	You can't?

			COBB 
	I looked everywhere. I even went to his house. 
	It's locked up.

			ANDERSON 
	He probably had a change of heart.

			CEDAR 
	He wasn't very anxious to come in the first 
	place.

			COBB 
		(looking on) 
	Here comes the train.

Cedar glances off.

26.	LONG SHOT (STOCK)
Of train approaching.

27.	CLOSE SHOT - CEDAR AND COBB 
The band has already begun and is now in the midst of "For He's A 
Jolly Good Fellow."

At this moment, as he looks off, a startled expression comes into 
Cobb's eyes. He grabs Cedar by the arm - who glances in the direction 
he points.

			COBB 
	Look!

			CEDAR  
	What?  

			COBB
	That tuba player!

28. 	MEDIUM SHOT - THE BAND
With Longfellow, in his customary position, blowing on his tuba.

CONTINUATION SCENE 27 
Cedar and Cobb stare, wide-eyed, as the song is finished.

			COBB 
	Well, now I've seen everything.

					DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. STATION 
29.	LONG SHOT
In the b.g. is the train with Longfellow standing on the observation 
platform, clutching his tuba. On either side of him is Cedar and Cobb. 
In the f.g. the crowd yells its farewell.  Several of them stuff 
baskets of fruit into his hands. The band plays "Auld Lang Syne."

30.	CLOSE SHOT
Over Longfellow and Cobb's shoulders. As the train begins pulling out,  
Longfellow smiles wanly and waves.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Goodbye, Mrs. Meredith! Goodbye, Jim! Bye, 
	Buddy!  Goodbye, everybody! 
		(a pause) 
	Gosh. I've got a lot of friends.

Cobb looks up into Longfellow's face - affected by the scene.

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. TRAIN DRAWING ROOM 
31.	FULL SHOT Longfellow is slumped in his seat, his legs sprawled out, his 
eyes ceilingward - in deep thought. Cobb sits across from him. Cedar 
enters, hangs up his coat, hat and cane.

			COBB 
		(opening a snifter - generously)
	Have a drink?

			LONGFELLOW 
		(distractedly)
	No, thanks.

Cobb and Cedar exchange a look.

			CEDAR 
	Will you have a cigar?

			LONGFELLOW 
	No, thank you.

Cedar sits down.

			CEDAR 
			(breaking the silence)
	I wouldn't worry if I were you. Of course, a 
	large fortune like this entails a great 
	responsibility - but you'll have a good deal of 
	help. So don't worry. Leave everything to me.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh, I wasn't worried about that.

			CEDAR 
	No?

			LONGFELLOW 
	I was wondering where they're going to get 
	another tuba player for the band.

Cobb has just finished taking a drink and can't help but nearly spit 
it out.

					FADE OUT: 


FADE IN

32.	LONG SHOT (STOCK) 
The 20th Century crossing the Harlem River.

					DISSOLVE TO:

33.	ANOTHER STOCK SHOT 
Of the 20th Century going under the street level on Park Avenue.

						DISSOLVE TO:

34. 	CLOSE SHOT OF OFFICE DOOR 
Upon which we read: "CEDAR, CEDAR, CEDAR & BUDINGTON - ENTRANCE." 
CAMERA PULLS BACK to take in Cedar, who opens the door and walks 
through.

INT. GENERAL OFFICE 
35.	CLOSE TRUCKING SHOT 
With Cedar as he strides across the room - in business-like fashion. 
He comes to a door marked "PRIVATE OFFICES." He pushes this door 
open and disappears.

			MAN'S VOICE 
		(as Cedar passes by) 
	Hello, John. Where have you been?

			CEDAR 
		(as he walks briskly)
	I've been fishing.

In the background is typical office hub-bub.

			CEDAR 
		(to a secretary as he passes)
	Good morning, Celia.

			SECRETARY
	Good morning, Mr. Cedar.

A chorus of "Good Morning, Mr. Cedar!" issues from the clerks. A 
secretary looks up.

INT. PRIVATE OFFICES 
36.  	CLOSE TRUCKING SHOT
With Cedar - as he passes through the room - arriving at a door 
marked "JOHN CEDAR, PRIVATE." He goes through the door.

INT. CEDAR'S PRIVATE OFFICES - ANTEROOM
37.	FULL SHOT 
Cedar breezes in and speaks to a secretary.
 
			CEDAR 
	Good morning. Where are they?

			SECRETARY 
	Waiting for you in the other office.

He strides across the room to still another door marked "PRIVATE" and 
he disappears.

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CEDAR'S PRIVATE OFFICE 
38.	FULL SHOT
A group of associates sit around in large leather chairs, as Cedar
barges in.

			CEDAR 
		(beaming) 
	Good morning. Hello, boys.

The men come to life. Some rise - others lean forward. Two of them are 
brothers of Cedar - tall and athletic. The third is a small, frightened-
looking man. He is Budington.

			MEN
		(ad-lib) 
	Hello, John. 
	What happened?
	Well, what's he like? 

			CEDAR 
	We've got nothing to worry about. He's as naive 
	as a child.

			BUDINGTON 
	John--

			CEDAR 
	Close that door.
		(into dictograph) 
	Will you get Mrs. Cedar on the phone, please?

			FIRST BROTHER 
	Come on, John. What happened?

			CEDAR 
		(to associates)
	The smartest thing I ever did was to make that 
	trip.

			BUDINGTON 
		(anxiously) 
	John, did you get the - uh--

39.	MED. SHOT - GROUP 
Favoring Cedar.
 
			CEDAR 
		(interrupting)
	No, Budington, I didn't get the Power of 
	Attorney. But don't worry, I will. 
		(beaming to his brothers) 
	I asked him last night what he was going to do 
	with the money, and what do you suppose he 
	said?

			THE TWO BROTHERS 
		(gathering around him)
	What?
	I can't imagine.

			CEDAR 
	He said he guessed he'd give it away.

			THE TWO BROTHERS
		(laughing) 
	Give it away!?
	The boy must be a nit-wit!

Budington hasn't enjoyed the joke - his mind still on their problem.

			ONE OF THE BROTHERS 
	Well, John, you had the right hunch!

			BUDINGTON 
	John, if you don't mind my saying so - we can't 
	afford to--

			CEDAR 
		(irascibly) 
	I know, Budington. We can't afford to have the 
	books investigated right now. You must have said 
	that a thousand times already.

			BUDINGTON 
	But what if they fall into somebody else's hands, 
	why - uh--

			CEDAR 
	Well, it hasn't happened yet - has it?

			BUDINGTON 
		(wailing) 
	But a half million dollars! My goodness, where 
	are we going to get--

			CEDAR 
		(exploding) 
	Will you stop worrying! It was I who got old 
	man Semple to turn everything over to us, 
	wasn't it? And who got the Power of Attorney 
	from him! All right, and I'll get it 
	again! 
		(pause - change of tone) 
	I'll take it easy. Those books'll never leave 
	this office.


					DISSOLVE TO: 

INT. AN APARTMENT
40.	MEDIUM SHOT 
George Semple, a ne'er-do-well, prominent for the pouches under his 
eyes and a perpetual nose twitch, is sprawled out in a chair reading a 
newspaper. A nagging wife walks around him.

			WIFE 
	A yokel! Nothing but a yokel! Your uncle must 
	have been mad to leave all that money to him! 
	You're as closely related to him as he is, and 
	what did you get?

She storms around the room. George merely twitches his nose but says 
nothing.

			WIFE 
		(slaps the paper George is reading)
	I say, what did you get?

			GEORGE 
	Stop yelling. Can I help it if my uncle didn't 
	like me?

			WIFE 
	I told you to be nice to him. Ten years we've 
	been waiting for that old man to kick off. And 
	then we were going to be on Easy Street. Yeah - 
	on Easy Street!

			GEORGE 
	Oh, shut up! It's too late now, and you're a
	nuisance!

			WIFE 
	That's just what I'm going to be - a nuisance. 
	I'm going to be a nuisance until I get hold of 
	some of that money!

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. EDITOR'S OFFICE, DAILY MAIL 
42.	FULL SHOT 
The editor stands in front of his desk. Four or five reporters in 
front of him - several photographers. In the b.g., leaning against 
the wall near the door, apparently indifferent, is Babe Bennett. The 
editor, Mac, is haranguing them.

			MAC 
		(as he blows his nose)
	He's news! Every time he blows his nose, it's 
	news. A cornfed bohunk like that falling into 
	the Semple fortune is hot copy... But it's got 
	to be personal. It's got to have an angle. What 
	does he think about? How does it feel to be a 
	millionaire! Is he going to get married! What 
	does he think of New York! Is he smart? Is he 
	dumb? ... A million angles!

42. 	CLOSE SHOT - BABE 
She has a string in her hand which she keeps flicking, trying to get 
a knot into it - in the manner of cowboys with a rope. Mac's voice 
continues over scene:

43.	MEDIUM SHOT
Of them all, as Mac continues:

			MAC 
	He's been here three days, and what have you 
	numbskulls brought in! Any halfwit novice could 
	have done better!

				REPORTER'S VOICE
	Yeah, we tried too--

			MAC 
	Am I talking too loud? Or annoying anybody?

			REPORTER 
	You know Corny Cobb. He's keeping him under 
	lock and key.

			MAC 
	Cobb, Cobb! Never mind about Cobb. Use what 
	little brains you've got! Find out something 
	yourselves, you imbecilic stupes! Now get out 
	of here before I really tell you what I think 
	of you. Come on, get out!

They scramble to their feet. One of the reporters mumbles something 
as he passes Mac on the way to the door.

			REPORTER
		(Mumbles.)

			MAC
		(alert) 
	What was that?

				REPORTER
		(thinking fast - covering up) 
	Huh? I said you had dirty plaster.

44.	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT DOOR 
As Babe is still flicking her string, trying to get a knot. The 
reporters file past her on their way out. Just as the last one is 
approaching, she succeeds in doing the trick.

45.	MEDIUM SHOT
As Mac turns to Babe.

			MAC 
	You too! Thought I could depend on you, but 
	you're getting as bad as the rest of them.

He grabs up a handful of papers and starts out.

			BABE 
		(flicking the string)
	Look, I can do it!

			MAC 
	What's gotten into you, Babe? I remember the 
	time when you'd blast this town wide open 
	before you'd let Cobb get away with a thing 
	like this.

46.	CLOSE TWO SHOT

			BABE 
	Oh, he's not getting away with anything.

			MAC
		(excited)
	Listen, Babe - get me some stuff on this guy,
	and you can have--

			BABE 
	Can I have a month's vacation?

			MAC
	With pay! 

			BABE 
	With pay! 

			MAC
	Uh-huh.
 
			BABE 
		(casually, as she starts away) 
	Leave four columns open on the front page 
	tomorrow.

47.	MEDIUM SHOT
As Babe crosses to door.

			MAC 
	Now you're talking, Babe. I'll keep the whole 
	front page open. What are you going to do?

			BABE
		(at door)
	Have lunch.

She exits. Mac's face lights up happily.

					DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. RESIDENCE
48.	LONG SHOT
Of a large, imposing-looking residence.

INT. LONGFELLOW'S BEDROOM
49.	MEDIUM SHOT
Longfellow stands awkwardly between two tailors who chalk and pin a 
suit on him. After a few seconds of silence:

			LONGFELLOW 
	It's the first time I ever had a suit made on 
	purpose.

The tailors smile accommodatingly as CAMERA PULLS BACK and we discover
	that both Cedar and Cobb are present. Cobb is slumped in a chair, and 
Cedar is carefully putting some papers away in a portfolio.

			CEDAR 
	It's merely a suggestion. I don't wish to press 
	the point, Mr. Deeds, but if you'll give me 
	your Power of Attorney we'll take care of 
	everything. It'll save you a lot of petty 
	annoyances. Every shark in town will be trying 
	to sell you something.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh, yes, there've been a lot of them around 
	here already. Strangest kind of people. 
	Salesmen - politicians - moochers - all want 
	something. I haven't had a minute to myself. 
	Haven't seen Grant's Tomb yet.

			CEDAR 
	Well, you see, your uncle didn't bother with 
	that sort of thing. He left everything to us. 
	He traveled most of the time, and enjoyed 
	himself. You should do the same thing, Mr. 
	Deeds.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Besides wanting to be my lawyer, you also want 
	to handle my investments too?

			CEDAR
	Yes. That is to say--

			LONGFELLOW 
	Well, outside of your regular fee, how much 
	extra will it cost?

			CEDAR 
		(too quickly)
		Oh - nothing. No extra charge.

			LONGFELLOW 
	That involves a lot of extra work, doesn't it?

			CEDAR 
		(generously) 
	Yes, but that's an added service a firm like 
	Cedar, Cedar, Cedar and Budington usually 
	donates.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Budington. Funny, I can't think of a rhyme for 
	Budington yet.

50.	WIDER ANGLE
As a butler stands in the doorway.

			BUTLER 
	The gentlemen from the opera are still waiting 
	in the board room, sir. They're getting a 
	trifle impatient, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	They are? I forgot all about them. 
		(to Cedar) 
	What do you think they want?
 
			CEDAR 
	Well, your uncle was Chairman of the Board of
		Directors. They probably expect you to carry 
	on.

			COBB 
		(rising) 
	I'll tell those mugs to keep their shirts on, 
	that you'll be right down.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Thanks. 
		(suddenly) 
	Oh, did you send that telegram to Jim Mason?

			COBB 
	Jim Mason? Oh, yeah. Yeah. No, I didn't send it. 
	I've got it written out, though. Here it is. 
		(reaches into his pocket and reads) 
	"Arthur's been with the Tallow Works too long. 
	STOP. Don't think we should fire him. 
	Longfellow."

			LONGFELLOW 
	Fine. Send it right away. I don't want him to 
	fire Arthur.

			COBB 
	Oh, sure. Sure. We don't want to fire Arthur.

			LONGFELLOW 
	He was the last baby my father delivered, 
	Arthur was.

			CEDAR 
	I think you ought to give this matter some 
	thought, Mr. Deeds.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Huh?

			CEDAR 
	I mean, about the Power of Attorney.

			LONGFELLOW
	Oh, yes. Yes, I will.

Cobb has stalled long enough to hear Longfellow's decision before 
he goes out of the room.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I'll give it a lot of thought. There was a 
	fellow named Winslow here a little while ago, 
	wanted to handle my affairs for nothing too. 
	It puzzles me why these people all want to work 
	for nothing. It isn't natural. So I guess I'd 
	better think about it some more.

51.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Longfellow, Cedar and the two tailors.

			TAILOR
	That's that.

			LONGFELLOW 
	You go to an awful lot of work to keep a fellow 
	warm, don't you?

			TAILOR
	Yes, sir.

A butler enters again.

			BUTLER 
	A Mr. Hallor to see you, sir.

			CEDAR
		(quickly) 
	Did you say Hallor?

			BUTLER 
	Yes, sir.

			CEDAR 
	Well, don't let him in.

			LONGFELLOW
	Why not? Who is he?

			CEDAR 
	A lawyer representing some woman with a claim 
	against the estate. 
		(to butler) 
	Tell him to see me at the office.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Well, if he has a claim, we'd better see him. 
		(to butler) 
	Send him in.

The butler disappears.

			CEDAR 
	He's capable of causing you a lot of trouble, 
	Mr. Deeds.

			LONGFELLOW 
	How can he make any trouble for me? I haven't 
	done anything.

The butler reappears, followed by Hallor. The minute he appears, 
Cedar speaks up belligerently.

			CEDAR 
	I thought I told you to take up this matter 
	with me, Hallor.

52.	MED. CLOSE GROUP SHOT

			HALLOR 
	I'm a little tired of being pushed around by 
	you, Mr. Cedar - I don't care how important 
	you are.
		(to Longfellow) 
	Mr. Deeds, I represent Mrs. Semple.

			LONGFELLOW
		(eyebrows raised)
	Mrs. Semple?

			HALLOR 
	Yes. Your uncle's common-law wife. She has a 
	legal claim on the estate.

			CEDAR 
	We'll let the courts decide what her legal 
	position is.

			HALLOR 
	You wouldn't dare go into court with a case 
	like this - and you know it!

He turns to Longfellow, who has listened to them studyingly.

			HALLOR 
	I leave it to you. Mr. Deeds. Can you conceive 
	of any court not being in sympathy with any 
	woman who gave up the best years of her life 
	for an old man like your uncle?

			LONGFELLOW 
	What kind of wife did you say she was?

			HALLOR 
	Common-law wife. On top of that, there's a 
	child.

			LONGFELLOW
	A child? My uncle's?

			HALLOR 
	Yes, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	That's awful. The poor woman should be taken 
	care of immediately.

			HALLOR 
		(pleased) 
	I'm glad to see you're willing to be reasonable, 
	Mr. Deeds.

			LONGFELLOW 
	If she was his wife, she should have all the 
	money. That's only fair. I don't want a penny 
	of it.

He yanks his trousers off and hands them to the tailor.

			CEDAR
	Don't make any rash promises--

As the tailors exit, Cobb returns.

			COBB 
	You'd better get right down there. That opera 
	mob is about to break into the Mad Song from 
	"Lucia."
 
			LONGFELLOW 
		(to Hallor) 
	Oh, I don't want to keep them waiting any longer. 
	They're important people. 
		(to Cobb) 
	I wish you'd go along with me, Cobb. They're 
	all strangers to me.

			HALLOR 
	Well, what about it, Mr. Deeds?

			LONGFELLOW 
		(getting into robe - to Hallor) 
	You'll excuse me, won't you? I'll be right back.

He exits with Cobb.

INT. CORRIDOR 
53.	MED. TRUCKING SHOT
As Longfellow and Cobb come out and start down corridor.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Gee, I'm busy. Did the opera people always come 
	here for their meetings?

			COBB 
	Uh-huh.

			LONGFELLOW 
	That's funny. Why is that?

			COBB 
		(wisely) 
	Why do mice go where there's cheese?

INT. BOARD ROOM 
54.	FULL SHOT 
A group of eight distinguished-looking men sit around a long table, 
awaiting Longfellow's arrival. At the head of the table is a Mr.
Douglas.

			DOUGLAS 
	From what I'm led to believe, the young man's 
	quite childish. I don't think we'll have any 
	difficulty in getting him to put up the entire 
	amount. After all, it's only a matter of 
	$180,000.

			CHORUS OF VOICES
	A drop in the bucket for him. 
	An excellent idea! 
	Why not? ...

			DOUGLAS 
		(slyly) 
	You know, gentlemen, we're really very fortunate 
	the young man is so sympathetic toward music. 
		(winking) 
	He plays the tuba in the town band.

			MAN 
		(who has been watching at door)
	Here he comes.
 
			DOUGLAS 
	Good. 

There is a shuffle of preparation.

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. DIRECTOR'S ROOM 
55.	SAME SCENE 
With Longfellow and Cobb present. Longfellow looks around, completely 
awed.

			DOUGLAS 
	Now, gentlemen, the first order of business 
	will be the election of a new Chairman of the 
	Board.

			A MAN 
		(rising) 
	As a sentimental gesture toward the best friend 
	opera ever had, the late Mr. Semple, I think it 
	only fitting that his nephew, Mr. Longfellow 
	Deeds, should be made our next Chairman. I 
	therefore nominate him.

			A VOICE 
	Second.

			DOUGLAS 
	All those in favor ...

			EVERYBODY 
	Aye.

			DOUGLAS 
	Carried. 
		(rises) 
	My congratulations, Mr. Deeds.

56.	CLOSER SHOT 
Featuring Longfellow.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(self-consciously)
	I'm Chairman?

			DOUGLAS 
		(humoring a child)
		Oh yes, of course - you've just been elected. 

			LONGFELLOW
			(to Cobb)
	I'm Chairman.

			COBB 
		(dryly)
	Happy voyage.

				DOUGLAS
		Right here. Mr. Deeds.

57.	WIDER ANGLE 
As Longfellow is led to the president's chair. Douglas sits next 
to him.

			DOUGLAS 
	Now, the next order of business is the reading 
	of the Secretary's minutes ...

			A VOICE 
	Move we dispense with it.

			ANOTHER VOICE
	Second.

			DOUGLAS 
	All in favor? 

				CHORUS OF VOICES
	Aye!

Longfellow looks his surprise.

			DOUGLAS 
	I think they can be dispensed with. We're ready 
	now for the reading of the Treasurer's report.

			A VOICE 
	Move we dispense with it.

			ANOTHER VOICE
	Second.

			DOUGLAS 
	All in favor? 

				CHORUS OF VOICES
	Aye!

			DOUGLAS 
	Quite right! Now, gentlemen, the next business 
	will be--

58.	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
Featuring Longfellow, as he interrupts:

			LONGFELLOW 
	Wait a minute. What does the Chairman do?

			DOUGLAS 
	Why, the Chairman presides at the meetings.

			LONGFELLOW 
	That's what I thought. If you don't mind, I'm 
	rather interested in the Treasurer's report. 
	I'd like to hear it.

There is an uncomfortable shuffle. For a few minutes, no one speaks. 
From the rear, a tall man rises.

59.	CLOSE SHOT 
Featuring treasurer.

			TREASURER 
	The treasurer reports a deficit of $180,000 for 
	the current year.

60.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW
He is stunned.

			LONGFELLOW 
	A deficit! You mean we've lost that much?

61. 	WIDER ANGLE 
To include all at table.

			DOUGLAS 
	You see, Mr. Deeds, the opera is not conducted 
	for profit.

			LONGFELLOW 
	It isn't? What is it conducted for?

			DOUGLAS 
	Why, it's an artistic institution--

			LONGFELLOW 
	We own an opera house, don't we?

			A VOICE 
	We do.

			LONGFELLOW
	And we give shows?

			DOUGLAS
	We provide opera.

			LONGFELLOW 
	But you charge. I mean, you sell tickets?

			VOICE 
	Of course.

			LONGFELLOW
	And it doesn't pay?

62. 	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
Featuring Douglas and Longfellow.

			DOUGLAS 
	That's impossible. The opera has never paid.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(conclusively) 
	Well, then, we must give the wrong kind of 
	shows.

Cobb smiles. The directors are stumped.

			DOUGLAS 
	The wrong kind! There isn't any wrong or right 
	kind. Opera is opera!

			LONGFELLOW 
	I guess it is. But I personally wouldn't care to 
	be head of a business that kept losing money. 
	That wouldn't be common sense. Incidentally, 
	where is the $180,000 coming from?

			DOUGLAS 
	Well, we were rather expecting it to come from 
	you.

				LONGFELLOW 
	Me?!

			DOUGLAS 
	Naturally.

			LONGFELLOW
	Excuse me, gentlemen, there's nothing natural 
	about that.

He is suddenly startled. His ears prick up.

63.	SHOT OF DIRECTORS 
They all stare at Longfellow. Over scene comes the low wailing cry of 
a siren, which increases in volume as it gets closer to the building.

64.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Longfellow jumps up.

				LONGFELLOW
	Hey, a fire engine!

	He rushes to the window and peers out. The others stare unbelievably. 
The shriek of the siren finally dies down. Longfellow turns back.

			LONGFELLOW
		(admiringly) 
	Gee, that was a pip! 
		(as he goes back to his seat) 
	We expect we're going to have one like that in
	Mandrake Falls pretty soon - with a siren, too.

There is a pause while he gets seated.

			LONGFELLOW
	Now, where were we?

65.	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT TABLE

			DOUGLAS 
	You see, Mr. Deeds, the opera is not conducted 
	like any ordinary business.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Why not?

			DOUGLAS 
	Because it just isn't a business, that's all!
 
			LONGFELLOW 
	Well, maybe it isn't to you, but it certainly is 
	a business to me, if I have to make up a loss of 
	$180,000. If it's losing that much money, there 
	must be something wrong. Maybe you charge too 
	much. Maybe you're selling bad merchandise. Maybe 
	lots of things. I don't know. You see, I expect 
	to do a lot of good with that money. And I can't 
	afford to put it into anything that I don't look 
	into. That's my decision for the time being, 
	gentlemen. Goodbye, and thank you for making me 
	Chairman.

66.	MED. SHOT - DIFFERENT ANGLE
He exits, followed by Cobb, whose eyes shriek his admiration. The 
directors watch them leave, flabbergasted. Cobb's head reappears in 
the doorway.

			COBB 
	Gentlemen, you'll find the smelling salts in 
	the medicine chest.

He disappears. The Board of Directors stare in dumb stupefaction at 
the door.

					WIPE OFF TO:

INT. LONGFELLOW'S BEDROOM 
67.	MED. SHOT
As Longfellow enters. Hallor and Cedar rise.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Sorry to keep you waiting so long. Those opera
	people are funny. They wanted me to put up 
	$180,000.

			HALLOR 
	What about it, Mr. Deeds?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Why, I turned them down, naturally.

			HALLOR 
	No, I mean about my client.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh -  we'll have to do something about the 
	common wife.

	Longfellow's valet, Walter, enters and holds up a full dress suit.

			WALTER
	Tails tonight, sir?

			LONGFELLOW
	What - tails?
         		(turns and sees it) 
	Why, that's a monkey suit! Do you want people 
	to laugh at me? I never wore one of those things 
	in my life.

			WALTER 
	Yes, sir.

The tailors are leaving.

			TAILOR 
		(shaking hands with Longfellow) 
	Goodbye, and thank you sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Goodbye.
		(turning to the others) 
	Wants me to wear a monkey suit.

Cedar and Hallor smile accommodatingly. Walter hands him a pair of 
trousers.

68.	CLOSER SHOT OF GROUP 
As Longfellow starts getting into the trousers.

			HALLOR 
	Of course, we don't want to appear greedy, Mr. 
	Deeds.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Huh?

			HALLOR 
	I say we don't want to appear greedy.

			LONGFELLOW
	Oh. That.

Walter has gotten down on his knees and holds the ends of the pants.

			LONGFELLOW
	What do you think you're doing?

			WALTER 
	Why, I'm assisting you, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Get up from there. I don't want anybody holding 
	the ends of my pants. Get up from there!

			WALTER
		(rising)
	Yes, sir.

			LONGFELLOW
		(to others)
	Imagine that - holding the ends of my pants! 

Hallor smiles feebly - his impatience growing.

			HALLOR 
	Mrs. Semple is entitled by law to one-third of 
	the estate.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(to Walter) 
	And don't ever get down on your knees again, 
	understand?

			WALTER
	No, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(to Hallor)
	Excuse me. What did you say?

			HALLOR 
	Mrs. Semple is entitled to one-third of the 
	estate.

			LONGFELLOW 
	One-third? That's about $7,000,000, isn't it?

			HALLOR 
		(quietly) 
	Well, we didn't expect that much. I'm sure I 
	can get her to settle quietly for one million.

			CEDAR 
	If there's any talk of settlement, Hallor, take 
	it up with me at the office.

			HALLOR 
	I'll do no such thing--

			LONGFELLOW 
	That's right. Don't you go to his office. 
	There's only one place you're going, and that's 
	out the door.

Hallor looks up, surprised.

			HALLOR 
	You're making a mistake, Mr. Deeds.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh no. I'm not. I don't like your face.  
	Besides, there's something fishy about a person 
	who would settle for a million dollars when they 
	can get seven million.  I'm surprised that Mr. 
	Cedar, who's supposed to be a smart man, 
	couldn't see through that.

			HALLOR 
	Now wait a minute, buddy.

69.	MED. SHOT 
Longfellow crosses to bell cord and pulls it.

			LONGFELLOW 
	There's one nice thing about being rich - you 
	ring a bell and things happen. When the servant 
	comes in, Mr. Hallor, I'm going to ask him to 
	show you to the door. Many people don't know 
	where it is.

			HALLOR 
	No use in getting tough. That'll get you nowhere, 
	Mr. Deeds. 
		(strongly) 
	You know, we've got letters.

As a butler enters, Longfellow turns to him.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Will you show Mr. Hallor to the front door?

			BUTLER 
	Yes, sir.

70.	CLOSE SHOT AT DOOR
As Hallor gets to it. Longfellow grabs him by the shirt front and half 
lifts him off the floor.

			LONGFELLOW 
	And listen, there isn't any wife - there aren't 
	any letters - and I think you're a crook. So you 
	better watch your step.

He shoves Hallor violently and he stumbles out of scene. Cobb enters 
to Longfellow, his hand extended.

			COBB 
	I can't hold out on you any longer. Lamb bites 
	wolf.
		(shakes his head) 
	Beautiful.

			LONGFELLOW
	Only common sense.

71.	MED. SHOT 
Cedar has been most uncomfortable through the scene, but now suavely 
assumes an admiring attitude.

			CEDAR 
		(a forced smile)
	I can't hold out any longer either, Mr. Deeds. 
		(holds out his hand) 
	Being an attorney for you will be a very simple 
	affair.

			LONGFELLOW 
	You're not my attorney yet, Mr. Cedar. Not till 
	I find out what's on your mind. Suppose you get 
	the books straightened out quick so I can have 
	a look at them.

			CEDAR 
	Yes, of course, if you wish. But you must be 
	prepared. This sort of thing will be daily 
	routine.
		(picks up his hat) 
	If it becomes annoying, you let me know. Goodbye, 
	Mr. Deeds. Goodbye, sir.

Longfellow shakes his hand. Cedar exits. Longfellow stares after him 
disgustedly, wiping his hands with his handkerchief.

			LONGFELLOW
	Even his hands are oily.

Walter has entered and holds up a coat for Longfellow.

			COBB 
	Well, how about tonight? What would you like in 
	the way of entertainment?

			LONGFELLOW
	Entertainment?

72.	CLOSE TWO SHOT

			COBB 
	Your uncle had a weakness for dark ones, tall 
	and stately. How would you like yours? Dark or 
	fair, tall or short, fat or thin, tough or 
	tender?

			LONGFELLOW 
	What're you talking about?

			COBB 
	Women! Ever heard of 'em? Name your poison and 
	I'll supply it.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Some other time, Cobb. Some other time.

			COBB 
	Okay, you're the boss.
		(as he goes) 
	When your blood begins to boil, yell out. I'll 
	be seeing you!

73.	MED. SHOT 
As Cobb exits. Longfellow turns to Walter, the valet.

			LONGFELLOW 
	He talks about women as if they were cattle.

			WALTER 
	Every man to his taste, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Tell me, Walter, are all those stories I hear 
	about my uncle true?

			WALTER 
	Well, sir, he sometimes had as many as twenty 
	in the house at the same time.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Twenty! What did he do with them?

			WALTER 
	That was something I was never able to find 
	out, sir.

					WIPE OFF TO:

EXT. CORRIDOR
74.	MED. SHOT 
Longfellow, exiting his bedroom, wearing a coat and hat. He comes to 
the top of a grand staircase, looks around slyly and sees that no one 
is watching. He slides down the bannister and touches the statue at 
the bottom for good luck.

He starts for the door. When he gets there he finds his way barred by 
two husky-looking mugs. He looks up surprised.

			FIRST BODYGUARD
	Hey, you going out?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Why, yes. Isn't that all right?

			2ND BODYGUARD 
	No. Don't ever want to go out without telling 
	us.

			LONGFELLOW
	Who are you?

			BODYGUARDS
	We're your bodyguards.

			LONGFELLOW
	Oh, yeah.

			2ND BODYGUARD 
	Yeah, Mr. Cobb said stick to your tail no 
	matter what.

			LONGFELLOW 
	That's very nice of Mr. Cobb - but I don't want 
	anybody sticking to my tail no matter what.

			FIRST BODYGUARD 
	Sorry, mister. Orders is orders.

			LONGFELLOW 
		Is that so?
 
			2ND BODYGUARD 
	Yes, sir. We gotta get you up in the morning 
	and we gotta put you to bed at night.

			FIRST BODYGUARD 
	Only it's all right. No matter what we see -
	we don't see nuttin', see?

			LONGFELLOW
			(smiling) 
	That's going to be fun.

			2ND BODYGUARD
	Some people like it.

Longfellow glances around the room thoughtfully, then continues:

			LONGFELLOW
	Uh, will you do something for me before we go 
	out?

			FIRST BODYGUARD 
	Sure!

The first bodyguard eagerly takes out a pistol. The second bodyguard 
slaps it away.

			2ND BODYGUARD 
		(to first bodyguard) 
	Put that away, slug! 
		(to Longfellow) 
	At your service!

			LONGFELLOW 
	I got a trunk in that room. Will you get it 
	out for me?

			2ND BODYGUARD
	Certainly.

			FIRST BODYGUARD 
	With pleasure.
 
	The two bodyguards accommodatingly enter a closet. The moment they are 
gone, Longfellow closes the door calmly and turns the key.

			BODYGUARDS 
		(ad-lib) 
	Hey, hey! We're your bodyguards. You can't do 
	this!

Longfellow whistles as he exits.

						DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. FRONT OF HOUSE 
75.	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
Longfellow comes out, glances over the horizon. The air is filled 
with a slight drizzle and he sighs happily.

					CUT TO:

INT. TAXI CAB 
76.	CLOSE SHOT 
Babe and two photographers, Bob and Frank, are huddled conspiratorially 
in the back seat of a taxi cab.

			BABE 
		(pointing) 
	There he is. Yep, that's him.

			BOB
	That's who?

			BABE 
	Get the cameras ready and follow me.

			FRANK 
	What are you going to do?

			BABE 
	Never mind. Follow me and grab whatever you can 
	get.

			BOB 
	I suppose it's going to be the same old thing.

			FRANK 
	I tell you that dame's nuts.

			BOB
	Right.

						CUT TO:

EXT. FRONT OF HOUSE 
77.	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
Longfellow is exiting front gate.

78.	MED. SHOT
From his angle. Out of the shadows a girl comes into view and staggers 
forward. She reaches a tree and clutches it weakly. Then her strength 
failing, she crumples to the ground.

79.	MED. CLOSE SHOT
Longfellow's eyes widen in apprehension as he starts forward -
CAMERA FOLLOWING HIM. He reaches the girl and bending down, lifts
	her head. We see it is Babe Bennett. Her eyes are closed, apparently 
in a dead faint.

80.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND BABE - LOW ANGLE 
Longfellow studies her face for a moment, then starts to lift her. 
As he does so, her eyes open and she looks up at him, feigning
bewilderment.

			LONGFELLOW
		You fainted.

			BABE 
		(feebly) 
	Oh, did I? I'm sorry...

	She struggles to get to her feet.

81.	WIDER ANGLE
Longfellow tries to assist her.

			LONGFELLOW 
		Can I help you?

			BABE 
	No, thank you. I'll be all right.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Look, this is my house. I'd like to--

			BABE 
	Oh, no, really - I'll be all right.

				LONGFELLOW
	What happened?

			BABE 
	Well, I guess I walked too much. I've been 
	looking for a job all day. I found one, too. 
	I start tomorrow.
		(backing away)
	You've been awfully kind. Thank you very much.

As she leaves him, Longfellow watches her, full of sympathy. She 
takes a few steps and, again feigning weakness, falls against the 
iron fence, clutching it. Longfellow rushes to her assistance.

82.	CLOSE TWO SHOT

			LONGFELLOW
		(looking around)
	Hey, taxi!

					CUT TO:

INT. TAXI CAB 
83.	CLOSE SHOT

			BOB 
		(to driver)
	Hey, stupe! Follow that cab they just got into, 
	will you? Hurry up! Step on it!

				FRANK
	Come on, come on!

			BOB
	Hurry up!

					DISSOLVE TO:

INSERT: AN ELECTRIC SIGN:

	"TULLIO'S -- EAT WITH THE LITERATI"

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. TULLIO'S 
84.	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
A corner table, surrounded by ferns, at which Longfellow and Babe sit. 
She's still eating.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Feel better now?

			BABE 
	Mmm, it tastes so good. Mr. Deeds, I don't know 
	how I can ever thank you.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Tell me more about yourself.

			BABE 
	Well, I guess I've told you almost everything 
	there is to tell. My folks live in a small town 
	near Hartford. I'm down here alone trying to 
	make a living.
			(hanging her head) 
	Oh, I'm really just a nobody.

Longfellow spots a strolling violinist. He furtively beckons the 
fellow over. The musician leans into them with romantic strains.

			BABE 
		(as the musician finishes and strolls away) 
	Oh, that was so lovely. Thank you.

			LONGFELLOW 
	You were a lady in distress, weren't you?

			BABE 
		(looks up)
 		What?

			LONGFELLOW
	Oh - uh - nothing.

85.	WIDER ANGLE
As a waiter enters the scene and begins removing dishes.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Waiter! Has anybody come in yet?

			WAITER 
	Huh? Oh, no. Nobody important.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Be sure and point 'em out to me, won't you?

			WAITER  
	Uh-huh.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I'm a writer myself, you know.

The waiter throws Longfellow a sidelong glance of complete boredom.

			WAITER  
	Uh-huh.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I write poetry. 

			WAITER  
	Uh-huh.

He exits.

86.	CLOSE TWO SHOT - BABE AND LONGFELLOW

			BABE 
	You've been having quite an exciting time here, 
	haven't you? All those meetings and business 
	deals and society people - haven't you been 
	having fun?

			LONGFELLOW
	No. That is, I didn't --
		(pause - while he looks at her) 
	Until I met you. I like talking to you, though-- 
		(moodily) 
	Imagine my finding you right on my doorstep.

87.	WIDER ANGLE
The waiter enters again.

			WAITER 
	Brookfield just came in.

			LONGFELLOW
		Oh, the poet? Where?

			WAITER 
	Over at that big round table. The one that 
	looks like a poodle.

Longfellow stares off scene - his eyes full of worship.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(to Babe) 
	Look - there's Brookfield, the poet. 

   				BABE 
		(looks also)
	Really?

88.	MED. SHOT
From their angle, to show people at a table, engaged in conversation.

89.	MED. CLOSE SHOT
At Longfellow's table. He stares off at them, awed. Babe watches his 
face.

90.	MED. SHOT - AUTHOR'S TABLE 
A group of five men, drinking - as the waiter enters.

			WAITER 
		(confidentially - indicating Longfellow) 
	Pardon. Longfellow Deeds, who just inherited the 
	Semple fortune, wants to meet you.

			BROOKFIELD 
	Oh, yes. I read about him. He writes poetry on 
	postcards.

			HENABERRY 
	Let's invite him over. Might get a couple of 
	laughs. Getting rather dull around here.

			MORROW
	It's always dull here.

			BROOKFIELD 
		(rising)
	I'll get him.

			HENABERRY 
	Good.

						DISSOLVE TO:

91.	MED. SHOT - ROUND TABLE 
At which they are all seated now. Babe sits next to Longfellow, who is 
the center of attraction. Brookfield is just finishing introductions.

			BROOKFIELD 
	Henaberry, Mr. Morrow, Bill - this is Mr. Deeds 
	and his fiancee from Mandrake Falls.

92.	MED. CLOSE SHOT

			THE GROUP
		(ad-lib) 
	How do! 
	Hello!
		Nice to meet you!

			LONGFELLOW 
	Nice of you to ask us to come and sit with you. 
	Back home we never get a chance to meet famous 
	people.

			BILL 
		(calling waiter)
	Waiter! A little service here.

			THE GROUP 
		(ad-lib) 
	Yes!
	Mr. Deeds is a distinguished poet. 
	A drink for Mr. Deeds!

			HENABERRY 
	He's a poet. Have a drink.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I don't want it, thank you.

			HENABERRY 
	Why, you must drink! All poets drink!

92. 	MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE GROUP

			BILL 
	Tell us, Mr. Deeds. How do you go about writing 
	your poems? We craftsmen are very interested in 
	one another's methods.

			HENABERRY 
	Yes. Do you have to wait for an inspiration, or 
	do you just dash it off?

			LONGFELLOW 
		(self-consciously)
	Well, I don't know. I--

			HENABERRY 
	Mr. Morrow, over there, for instance, just 
	dashes them off.

			MORROW 
	Yes. That's what my publishers have been 
	complaining about.

They all laugh superficially.


93.	CLOSE SHOT GROUP - BABE AND LONGFELLOW 
Babe glances up at Longfellow, to see if he's aware that he is being
laughed at. But he apparently isn't.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(laughing feebly) 
	Your readers don't complain, Mr. Morrow.

			MORROW'S VOICE
	Oh, thanks. Thanks.

			BROOKFIELD
	How about you, Mr. Deeds?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Well, I write mine on order. The people I work 
	for just tell me what they want and then I go 
	to work and write it.

			BROOKFIELD 
	Amazing! Why, that's true genius!

			HENABERRY 
	Yes. Have you any peculiar characteristics when 
	you are creating?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Well, I play the tuba.

They all laugh.

			MORROW 
	I've been playing the harmonica for forty years - 
	didn't do me a bit of good.

94.	CLOSE SHOT - GROUP

			BROOKFIELD 
	You wouldn't have one in your pocket, would you, 
	Mr. Deeds?

			LONGFELLOW
		(smiling)
	What? A tuba?

They all laugh.

			BROOKFIELD 
	No, a postcard - with one of your poems on it.

Longfellow is beginning to sense he is being kidded.

			LONGFELLOW
		(his face sober)
	No.

			HENABERRY 
	You mean to tell me you don't carry a pocketful 
	around with you?

			BROOKFIELD 
	Too bad! I was hoping you'd autograph one for 
	me.

			HENABERRY 
	I was too.

			BILL
	Quite right.

95. 	MED. GROUP SHOT 
As they keep on. Longfellow has his eyes leveled on each speaker in 
turn, obviously cognizant of their ill-concealed jibes.

			HENABERRY 
	Wait a minute, boys. Perhaps Mr. Deeds would 
	recite one for us.

			THE OTHER'S VOICES  
		(ad-lib) 
	Yes!

			BROOKFIELD 
	That's a very good idea. Nothing like a poet 
	reciting his own stuff.

			ONE OF THE OTHERS 
	How about a Mother's Day poem, Mr. Deeds?

			HENABERRY 
	Exactly! Give us one that wrings the great 
	American heart.

			THE GROUP 
		(ad-lib)
	Yes.

Babe has been watching Longfellow, interested. Now, when their voices 
die down - and they wait expectantly - he speaks quietly.

			LONGFELLOW
		(deeply hurt) 
	I guess I get the idea. I guess I know why I 
	was invited here. To make fun of me.

96.	MED. SHOT - GROUP

			SEVERAL VOICES
		(ad-lib) 
	Oh, come now.
	I wouldn't say that.

			HENABERRY
	Look, he's temperamental.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(leveling off at him) 
	Yeah, what if I am? What about it?

Henaberry's face sobers.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(simply) 
	It's easy to make fun of somebody if you don't 
	care how much you hurt 'em. 
		(to Brookfield) 
	I think your poems are swell, Mr. Brookfield, 
	but I'm disappointed in you. I know I must look 
	funny to you, but maybe if you went to Mandrake 
	Falls you'd look just as funny to us. Only 
	nobody would laugh at you and make you feel 
	ridiculous - 'cause that wouldn't be good 
	manners.

97.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW 
As he rises, continuing:

			LONGFELLOW 
	I guess maybe it is comical to write poems for
	postcards, but a lot of people think they're 
	good. Anyway, it's the best I can do. So if 
	you'll excuse me, we'll be leaving. I guess I 
	found out that all famous people - aren't big 
	people.

98.	MED. SHOT 
The group watches him silently as he leaves the table accompanied by 
Babe. For a moment they are nonplussed - then they break into raucous 
laughter - all but Morrow.

99.	CLOSE TRUCKING SHOT 
With Longfellow and Babe as they take several steps. Then he abruptly 
stops.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(turning to them) 
	There's just one thing more. If it weren't for 
	Miss Dawson being here with me, I'd probably 
	bump your heads together.

			BABE
		(quickly)
	Oh, I don't mind.

Longfellow stares at her for a moment.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Then I guess maybe I will.

He starts back toward the table.

100.	MED. SHOT AT TABLE
Protectively, Brookfield and Henaberry rise from their chairs. But 
they are too late, for Longfellow clips Brookfield on the chin first 
with his left fist - and with his right catches Henaberry on the jaw. 
The punches are almost simultaneous. The surprise attack catches the 
men off-guard and they fall backward. A waiter rushes forward to 
escort Longfellow and Babe out.

				WAITER  
			(calling out)
	Manager!

Morrow, who never budged from his chair, and who has watched 
Longfellow with great admiration, now rises to catch up to him.

			MORROW 
		(an outcry) 
	Eureka!

INT. FOYER OF TULLIO'S
101.	MED. SHOT
As Morrow catches up to Longfellow and Babe, who are on their way 
out. The waiter is shooing people away.

			WAITER 
	Step aside, step aside!

Morrow barges forward. Longfellow and Babe turn.

			MORROW 
		(obviously groggy with drink)
	Say fellow, you neglected me - and I feel very 
	put out.
		(points to his chin) 
	Look, sock it right there, will you? Lay one 
	right on the button, but sock it hard.

102.	CLOSE SHOT - THE THREE

			LONGFELLOW 
	That's all right. I got it off my chest.

			MORROW 
	The difference between them and me is I know 
	when I've been a skunk. You take me to the 
	nearest news-stand and I'll eat a pack of your 
	postcards raw. Raw!

Longfellow and Babe smile. As Morrow continues to speak, he sways 
drunkenly and would fall over backwards a couple of times in 
midsentence if the alert Longfellow didn't have a clutch on his 
collar.

			MORROW 
	Oh, what a magnificent deflation of smugness. 
	Pal, you've added ten years to my life! A poet 
	with a straight left and a right hook - 
	delicious! Delicious! You're my guest from now 
	on - forever and a day - even unto eternity.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Thanks, but Miss Dawson and I are going out to 
	see the sights.

			MORROW 
	Fine, fine. Swell. You just showed me a sight 
	lovely to behold, and I'd like to reciprocate. 
	Listen, you hop aboard my magic carpet--
		(Longfellow catches him before he falls backward 
		in his enthusiasm)  
	--thanks - and I'll show you sights that you've
	never seen before.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I'd kind of like to see Grant's Tomb - and the 
	Statue of Liberty.

103.	CLOSE SHOT - GROUP
Favoring Morrow.

			MORROW 
	Well, you'll not only see those, but before the 
	evening's half through, you'll be leaning 
	against the Leaning Tower of Pisa - you'll mount 
	Mt. Everest. I'll show you the Pyramids and all
		the little Pyramiddes, leaping from sphinx to
		sphinx. Pal, how would you like to go on a real, 
	old fashioned binge?

			LONGFELLOW 
		(puzzled) 
	Binge?

			MORROW
	Yes. I mean the real McCoy. Listen, you play 
	saloon with me, and I'll introduce you to every 
	wit, every nitwit, and every half-wit in New 
	York. We'll go on a twister that'll make Omar 
	the soused philosopher of Persia look like an 
	anemic on a goat's milk diet.

Longfellow saves him - once again - from crashing over.

104.	CLOSE SHOT - GROUP 
Featuring Longfellow.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(vaguely) 
	That ought to be fun.

			MORROW 
	Fun? Say, listen, I'll take you on a bender that 
	will live in your memory as a thing of beauty 
	and joy forever.
		(to someone off) 
	Boy! Boy! My headpiece!

He exits from the scene.  CAMERA FOLLOWING HIM.

			MORROW 
		(to the world in general) 
	Oh, Tempora! Oh, Moeraes! Oh, Bacchus!

He bumps into a woman, who glares at him.

			WOMAN
	Oh, you're drunk.

			MORROW
		(unmindful) 
	Oh, you're right.

105.	CLOSEUP - BABE AND LONGFELLOW

			LONGFELLOW 
		(to Babe) 
	I guess if we go with him, we'll see things, 
	huh?
 
She looks up at his face, amazed at his innocence.

			BABE 
	Yes, I guess we will.

					FADE OUT:

INT. MAC'S OFFICE 
106.	MED. SHOT 
Mac is reading the story, eyes sparkling. Babe is sprawled in a chair, 
doing tricks with a coin.

			MAC 
		(reads)
	"I play the tuba to help me think.' This is one 
	of the many startling statements made by 
	Longfellow Deeds - New York's new Cinderella 
	Man - who went out last night to prove that his 
	uncle, the late M.W. Semple - from whom he 
	inherited $20,000,000 - was a rank amateur in 
	the art of 'standing the town on its cauliflower 
	ear' ..."

He looks up.

			MAC 
	Cinderella Man! That's sensational, Babe! 
	Sensational!

			BABE 
	It took some high-powered acting, believe me.

			MAC 
	Did it?

			BABE 
	I was the world's sweetest ingenue.

			MAC 
	Is he really that big a sap?

107.	CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO 
Favoring Babe.

			BABE 
	He's the original. There are no carbon copies 
	of that one.

			MAC 
	Cinderella Man! Babe, you stuck a tag on that 
	hick that'll stick to him the rest of his life. 
	Can you imagine Cobb's face when he reads this?

			BABE 
	If we could sell tickets, we'd make a fortune.

She covers the coin with palm of other hand, and the coin disappears. 
But Mac is too excited to pay any attention.

			MAC
	How'd you get the picture?

			BABE 
	Had the boys follow us.

			MAC 
	Marvelous!
		(reads again)
	"At two o'clock this morning, Mr. Deeds tied up 
	traffic while he fed a bagful of doughnuts to a 
	horse. When asked why he was doing it, he 
	replied: 'I just wanted to see how many 
	doughnuts this horse would eat before he'd ask 
	for a cup of coffee." 
		(laughs) 
	Beautiful! What happened after that?

			BABE 
	I don't know. I had to duck to get the story 
	out. He was so far along he never even missed 
	me.

			MAC 
	When're you going to see him again?

			BABE 
	Tonight, maybe.
		(looks at her watch) 
	I'll phone him at noon. 
		(explaining)
	Oh, my lunch hour. I'm a stenographer, you 
	know. Mary Dawson.

108. 	MED. SHOT - THE TWO 
Favoring Mac.

			MAC 
		(laughing) 
	You're a genius, Babe - a genius!

			BABE 
	I even moved into Mabel Dawson's apartment - in 
	case old snoopy Cobb might start looking around.

			MAC 
		(all excited)
	Good! Good! Stay there. Don't show your face 
	down here. I'll tell everybody you're on your 
	vacation. They'll never know where the stories 
	are coming from. Stick close to him, Babe - you 
	can get an exclusive story out of him every day 
	for a month. We'll have the other papers crazy. 
		(starts for her) 
	Babe, I could kiss you!

109.	WIDER ANGLE

			BABE 
		(sidestepping)
	Oh, no. No. Our deal was for a month's vacation 
	with pay.

				MAC
	Sure.

    				BABE
	With pay! 

She is out the door.

			MAC 
		(yelling after her) 
	You'll get it, Babe. You'll get it.

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. LONGFELLOW'S BEDROOM
110.	CLOSE SHOT
Walter leans over the bed violently, shaking Longfellow, who is lost 
in drunken sleep.

			WALTER 
	Mr. Deeds - Mr. Deeds, sir - you really must 
	get up. It's late!

			LONGFELLOW 
		(without budging - without opening his eyes)
	You're Walter, aren't you?

			WALTER 
	Yes, sir.

				LONGFELLOW 
	I just wanted to make sure.


111.	CLOSE SHOT - WALTER
He smiles. 

			WALTER
	If you'll permit me to say so, sir, you were 
	out on quite a bender last night, sir.

112.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW
Longfellow opens one eye - and then the other, blinking. As 
consciousness returns to him, he glances around the room as if to 
get his bearings.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Bender? You're wrong, Walter. We started out to 
	a binge but we never got to it.

113.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO 
Walter offers him a drink on a tray.

			WALTER 
		(humoring him) 
	Yes, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	What's that?

			WALTER 
	A Prairie Oyster, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(slow to comprehend anything)
	Prairie? Oysters?

			WALTER 
	Yes, sir. It makes the head feel smaller.

Longfellow takes it and downs it in one swig.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(his face finally reacting) 
	Oh. Oh!
		(remembering) 
	Has Miss Dawson called yet?

			WALTER 
	Miss Dawson, sir? No, sir. No Miss Dawson has 
	called, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	She was a lady in distress. She wouldn't let me 
	help her. Got a lot of pride. I like that.

			WALTER
	Oh, I do too, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I'd better call her up and apologize. I don't 
	remember taking her home last night.

			WALTER 
	I'd venture to say, sir, you don't remember much 
	of anything that happened last night, sir.

114.	CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO 
Favoring Longfellow.

			LONGFELLOW 
	What do you mean? I remember everything! Hand 
	me my pants - I wrote her phone number on a 
	piece of paper.

			WALTER 
	You have no pants, sir.

	Longfellow looks up slowly. Walter goes on:

			WALTER 
	You came home last night - without them.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(after a double take)
	I did what!

			WALTER 
	As a matter of fact, you came home without any 
	clothes. You were in your - uh - shorts. Yes,
	sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh, don't be silly, Walter. I couldn't walk 
	around in the streets without any clothes. I'd 
	be arrested.

			WALTER 
	That's what the two policemen said, sir.
 
			LONGFELLOW
	What two policemen?

			WAITER 
	The ones who brought you home, sir. They said 
	you and another gentleman kept walking up and 
	down the streets, shouting: "Back to nature! 
	Clothes are a blight on civilization! Back to
	nature!"

Longfellow watches his face, fascinated. Slowly it is all coming back 
to him.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Listen, Walter, if a man named Morrow calls up, 
	tell him I'm not in. He may be a great author, 
	but I think he's crazy. The man's crazy, Walter.

115.	REVERSE ANGLE 
Favoring Walter.

			WALTER 
	Yes, sir. By the way, did you--

Longfellow slowly swings out of bed into a sitting position. Walter 
kneels to put on Longfellow's slippers. Longfellow balks, points, 
silently reminding Walter that he has broken his promise not to kneel 
down in front of him.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(pointing) 
	Please!

			WALTER 
	But how'll I put on the slipper, sir?

Longfellow's expression begs no disagreement. Walter stands, fumbling 
with the shoes from a stooped posture.

			WALTER 
		(continuing) 
	Yes, sir. I beg pardon, sir, but did you ever 
	find what you were looking for, sir?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Looking for?

			WALTER 
	You kept searching me last night, sir. Going 
	through my pockets. You said you were looking 
	for a rhyme for Budington.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(flatly) 
	Better bring me some coffee, Walter.

			WALTER
	Very good, sir.
		(remembering) 
	Oh, I beg pardon. A telegram came for you, sir. 
		(he hands the telegram to Longfellow) 
	I'll get you some black coffee, sir.
 
116.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Following Walter's exit. Longfellow quickly opens the telegram. His
	face clouds. At this moment, Cobb comes bursting into the room - a
	newspaper in his hand.

			COBB 
		(wildly) 
	Did you see all this stuff in the papers?

			LONGFELLOW 
		(holding out telegram) 
	Arthur wants to quit!

			COBB 
	Arthur! Who's Arthur?

			LONGFELLOW 
	He's the shipping clerk at the Tallow Works. 
	Wants a $2 raise - or he'll quit.

			COBB 
		(he goes crazy)
	What do I care about Arthur! Did you see this 
	stuff in the paper? How'd it get in there? 
	What'd you do last night? Who were you talking 
	to?

He flings the paper on the bed. Longfellow glances at it, and his 
face clouds.

			COBB 
		(while Longfellow reads)
	And what'd you do to those bodyguards? They quit 
	this morning. Said you locked them up.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh, they insisted on following me.

117.	TWO SHOT

			COBB 
		(wildly) 
	What do you think bodyguards are for?

			LONGFELLOW
		(glances up) 
	What do they mean by this - "Cinderella Man!"

			COBB 
	Are those stories true?

118.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND COBB 
Longfellow has his eyes glued on the paper.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I don't remember. "Cinderella Man!"  What do 
	they mean by that?

			COBB 
	They'd call you anything if you gave them half 
	a chance. They've got you down as a sap.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(calmly) 
	I think I'll go down and punch this editor on 
	the nose.

			COBB 
		(quickly) 
	No, you don't! Get this clear: Socking people is 
	no solution for anything.

119.	TWO SHOT

			LONGFELLOW 
	Sometimes it's the only solution.

			COBB 
	Not editors. Take my word for it. Not editors!

			LONGFELLOW 
	If they're going to poke fun at me, I'm going 
	to--

			COBB 
		(bends over, earnestly)
	Listen. Listen, Longfellow. You've got brains, 
	kid. You'll get along swell if you'll only curb 
	your homicidal instincts - and keep your trap 
	shut. Don't talk to anybody! These newshounds 
	are out gunning for you.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(referring to paper) 
	But what about this "Cinderella Man"?

			COBB 
	That's my job. I'll take care of that. I'll 
	keep that stuff out of the papers - if you'll 
	help me. But I can't do anything if you go 
	around talking to people. Will you promise me 
	to be careful from now on?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Yes, I guess I'll have to.

			COBB 
		(mopping his brow)
	Thank you.
		(as he goes) 
	If you feel the building rock, it'll be me 
	blasting into this editor.

120.	MED. SHOT
He exits. During the scene Walter has entered with a tray, which he 
has adjusted on Longfellow's knee.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Cobb's right. I mustn't talk to anybody.

			BUTLER 
		(entering) 
	Miss Dawson on the phone, sir.
 
			LONGFELLOW
		(alertly) 
	Who? Miss  Dawson?

			BUTLER 
	Yes, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Fine. I'll talk to her. Give me the phone, 
	quick. She's the only one I'm going to talk to
		from now on.

As the butler scurries around for the phone,

						DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. TOP OF FIFTH AVENUE BUS - NIGHT - (PROCESS) 
121.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE AND LONGFELLOW 
Longfellow looks around, absorbed. Babe watches him.

			LONGFELLOW 
	It's awfully nice of you to show me around like 
	this.

			BABE 
	I enjoy it.

			LONGFELLOW 
	The Aquarium was swell. If I lived in New York,
	I'd go there every day. I'll bet you do.

			BABE 
	Well, I'd like to - but I have a job to think 
	of.

EXT. STREET 
122.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - A TAXI
Directly behind the bus. A man's head is stuck out of taxi window. We 
recognize it as one of the photographers, Bob.

			BOB 
		(to driver)
	Hey, flap-ears! You better keep following that 
	bus!

			DRIVER'S VOICE
	Keep your shirt on!

INT. THE TAXI - PROCESS 
123.	CLOSE SHOT - BOB AND FRANK 
Two photographers, with their equipment. They keep their eyes glued
on the bus in front. They return to their seats.

			BOB
	It don't look as though we're gonna get any 
	pictures tonight.

			FRANK 
	Babe ought to get him drunk again.

EXT. TOP OF BUS
124.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE AND LONGFELLOW 

			BABE 
	Got any news--
		(catches herself) 
	I mean, has anything exciting been happening 
	lately?

			LONGFELLOW
	Sure. I met you.

			BABE 
		(laughs)
	Oh. What's happening about the opera?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh, that - well, we had another meeting. I told 
	them I'd go on being Chairman if--
		(explaining) 
	I'm Chairman, you know.

			BABE 
	Yes, I know.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I told 'em I'd play along with them if they 
	lowered their prices - and cut down expenses - 
	and broadcast.

			BABE
	What did they say?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Gosh, you look pretty tonight.

			BABE
	What did they say?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Huh? Oh. They said I was crazy. Said I wanted to 
	run it like a grocery store.

			BABE 
	What are they going to do?

			LONGFELLOW 
		(leans over close to her) 
	Do you always wear your hair like that?

125.	WIDER SHOT 
At this point, two girls pass by, chattering. One girl has a paper 
open. 

			FIRST GIRL 
	Isn't it a scream - "Cinderella Man!" The dope! 

			2ND GIRL 
	I'd like to get my hooks into that guy.

			FIRST GIRL 
	Don't worry. Somebody's probably taking him 
	for plenty.

They are gone. Longfellow glares after them. Babe is afraid to look 
up.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(quietly) 
	If they were men, I'd knock their heads together.

Babe is silent. Longfellow watches her for a moment.

126.	CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO 
Favoring Longfellow.

			LONGFELLOW
	Have you seen the papers?

			BABE 
	Uh-huh.

			LONGFELLOW 
	That's what I like about you. You think about a 
	man's feelings. I'd like to go down to that 
	newspaper and punch the fellow in the nose 
	that's writing that stuff--

127.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO
She looks up, startled.

			LONGFELLOW 
	--"Cinderella Man!" I guess pretty soon 
	everybody will be calling me "Cinderella Man."

Babe has had an uncomfortable time of it and quickly changes the 
subject.

			BABE 
	Would you like to walk the rest of the way? It's 
	so nice out.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Yes.

			BABE 
	Yeah, let's.

She jumps up from her seat, and Longfellow follows.

INT. THE TAXI 
128.	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
Favoring the taxi driver.

			DRIVER 
	Hey, wise guys. He's getting off.

This sets off a mad scramble.

			BOB AND FRANK
		(ad-lib)
	Hey, come on!
	Pull over to the curb!

					DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. RIVERSIDE DRIVE - GRANT'S TOMB 
129.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND BABE 
He stands across the street from Grant's Tomb, looking solemn. His 
eyes moist. She is unaware of his emotion.

			BABE 
	Come on, don't you want to see it?

INT. THE TAXI 
130.	MED. SHOT - BOB AND FRANK 

			FRANK 
	Feast your eyes. Grant's Tomb!

			BOB 
	Is that it?
         		(to driver) 
	Hey, beetle-puss! The Tomb!

131.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND BABE 
As they approach the monument.

			BABE 
	There you are. Grant's Tomb. I hope you're not 
	disappointed.

			LONGFELLOW
		(throatily)
	It's wonderful.

			BABE 
	To most people, it's an awful letdown.

			LONGFELLOW
		(in awe)
	Huh?

			BABE 
	I say, to most people it's a washout.

			LONGFELLOW 
	That depends on what they see.

			BABE 
		(looks up at him) 
	Now, what do you see?

132.	CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW

			LONGFELLOW 
	Me? Oh, I see a small Ohio farm boy becoming a 
	great soldier. I see thousands of marching men. 
	I see General Lee with a broken heart, 
	surrendering, and I can see the beginning of a 
	new nation, like Abraham Lincoln said. And I 
	can see that Ohio boy being inaugurated as 
	President--
		(dreamily) 
	Things like that can only happen in a country 
	like America.

133.	CLOSEUP - BABE 
To intercut with above speech. During his recital, she watches his 
face, fascinated. Her impulse is to laugh, but she finds that she 
can't.

			LONGFELLOW
		(overcome -  he almost chokes on his final words)
	Excuse me!

					FADE OUT:

INT. PRIVATE OFFICES 
134.	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
A switchboard operator fielding calls.

			SWITCHBOARD OPERATOR 
	Sorry, Mr. Hopper. Mr. Cedar won't answer his 
	phone. Sorry.

			OFFICE CLERK 
		(passing by) 
	Say, what's going on in the boss's office?

			SWITCHBOARD OPERATOR 
	Search me. The three 'Cs' and little 'B' have been 
	in there for over an hour.

INT. CEDAR'S PRIVATE OFFICE
135.	FULL SHOT
Cedar paces the floor. His brothers look worried. Budington is 
enthroned at Cedar's desk.

			BUDINGTON 
	I don't want to be critical, John, but here it 
	is--

			CEDAR 
		(pouncing on him)
	Yes, I know. A week's gone by and we haven't got 
	the Power of Attorney yet!

			BUDINGTON
	Yes, but you said--

			CEDAR 
		(walking way from him)
	I don't care what I said. I can't strangle him, 
	can I?

			FIRST BROTHER 
	It's ridiculous for us to have to worry about a 
	boy like that.
		(crosses to desk) 
	Look at these articles about him! "Cinderella 
	Man!" Why, he's carrying on like an idiot.

			BUDINGTON 
	Exactly what I was saying to my wife when 
	this--

			FIRST BROTHER 
	Who cares what you were saying to your wife?

There is a moment's awkward silence. The silence is broken by the 
buzzing of the dictograph. Cedar crosses to it and snaps the
button.

136.	CLOSE SHOT AT DESK 
As secretary's voice comes over dictograph:

			CEDAR 
	Yes?

			SECRETARY'S VOICE 
	Mr. and Mrs. Semple are still waiting.

			CEDAR 
		(irritated) 
	I can't help it. Let them wait!

He snaps the dictograph off.

137.	MED. SHOT GROUP

			FIRST BROTHER 
	Those people have been in to see me every day 
	this week.

			2ND BROTHER
	Who are they?

			CEDAR 
		(dismissing it)
	Relatives of old man Semple.

			FIRST BROTHER 
	They keep insisting they should have some 
	nuisance value.

			CEDAR 
	Nuisance value?

			FIRST BROTHER
	They say if it hadn't been for Deeds, they'd 
	have gotten all the money.

			CEDAR 
		(suddenly) 
	Nuisance value.
		(thinks a minute - crosses to door) 
	Maybe they have! Maybe they have! Maybe they 
	have!
		(opens door) 
	Mr. and Mrs. Semple, please. How do you do?

The others all stand around - as the Semples enter.

			MRS. SEMPLE
	We've been trying to--

138.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - CEDAR AND THE SEMPLES 

			CEDAR 
		(smoothly cutting her off) 
	I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. How are 
	you, sir? I don't know what my secretary could
	have been thinking to keep you waiting this 
	long.
		(to one of his brothers) 
	Will you bring the chairs? Quickly. Will you 
	have a cigar, Mr. Semple?

			MR. SEMPLE 
	Thanks.

Semple takes the cigar - rather flabbergasted at all the sudden 
attention showered upon him.

					DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ROOF OF TALL BUILDING - NIGHT 
139.	MED. SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND BABE
From over their shoulders, looking down on the lights and teeming 
activity of Times Square.

			BABE 
	There's Times Square.

			LONGFELLOW 
	You can almost spit on it, can't you?
 
			BABE
	Why don't you try?

He does try. The wind blows it back on him. She laughs, takes out a 
handkerchief and wipes it off his coat.

			BABE 
		(as she wipes)
	Oh! It's breezy up here. 

He doesn't say anything right away.

			BABE
	You're worried about those articles they're 
	writing about you, aren't you?

			LONGFELLOW 
	I'm not worrying any more. I suppose they'll go
	on writing them till they get tired. You don't
	believe all that stuff, do you?

A guilty look spreads over Babe's face.

			BABE 
	Oh, they just do it to sell the newspapers, you 
	know.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Yeah, I guess so. What puzzles me is why people
	seem to get so much pleasure out of hurting 
	each other. Why don't they try liking each 
	other once in a while?

An awkward pause.

			BABE 
	Shall we go?

					DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CENTRAL PARK - NIGHT 
140.	MED TRUCKING SHOT 
As Babe and Longfellow walk.

			BABE 
		(spotting a park bench)
	Here's a nice place.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Yeah. Anyway, there aren't any photographers 
	around.

EXT. PARK - BEHIND SOME BUSHES
141.	MEDIUM SHOT
Bob and Frank, sneaking around in the bushes.

142.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND BABE

			BABE 
	You know, you said something to me when you 
	first met me that I've thought about a great 
	deal.

			LONGFELLOW 
	What's that?

			BABE 
	You said I was a lady in distress.

			LONGFELLOW
	Oh, that--

			BABE 
	What did you mean by that?

			LONGFELLOW
	Nothing--

There is a pause.

			LONGFELLOW
	Have you got a - are you - uh - engaged or
	anything? 

143.	CLOSEUP 
The corners of her mouth go up in sympathetic amusement.

			BABE
	No. Are you?

			LONGFELLOW'S VOICE
	No.

			BABE
	You don't go out with girls very much, do you? 

			LONGFELLOW'S VOICE
	I haven't.

			BABE
	Why not?

144.	CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO 
Favoring Longfellow.

			LONGFELLOW
	Oh,  I don't know.

			BABE 
	You must have met a lot of swell society girls 
	since you've been here. Don't you like them?

			LONGFELLOW 
	I haven't met anybody here that I like, 
	particularly. They all seem to have the St. 
	Vitus Dance.
		(awkwardly) 
	Except you, of course. 
		(a pause) 
	People here are funny. They work so hard at 
	living - they forget how to live. 
		(thoughtfully; leans back) 
	Last night, after I left you, I was walking 
	along and looking at the tall buildings and I 
	got to thinking about what Thoreau said. They 
	created a lot of grand palaces here - but they 
	forgot to create the noblemen to put in them.

145.	REVERSE ANGLE 
Favoring Babe. She stares at him curiously.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I'd rather have Mandrake Falls.

			BABE 
	I'm from a small town too, you know.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(interested)
	Really?

			BABE 
	Probably as small as Mandrake Falls.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(finding a kindred soul)
	Gosh! What do you know about that!

Babe leans her head back in a reminiscent mood. We get a feeling that, 
for the moment, she has forgotten she is Babe Bennett, out on a story.

			BABE 
	Ah, it's a beautiful little town, too. A row of 
	poplar trees right along Main Street. Always 
	smelled as if it just had a bath.

146.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO
Longfellow watches her face intently.

			BABE 
	I've often thought about going back.
 
			LONGFELLOW 
	You have?

			BABE 
	Oh, yes. I used to have a lot of fun there when
	I was a little girl. I used to love to go 
	fishing with my father. That's funny. He was a 
	lot like you, my father was. Talked like you, 
	too. Sometimes he'd let me hold the line while 
	he smoked - and we'd just sit there for hours. 
	And after awhile, for no reason, I'd go over 
	and kiss him and sit in his lap. He never said 
	very much but once I remember him saying: "No 
	matter what happens, honey, don't complain."

			LONGFELLOW 
	He sounds like a person worth while knowing.

There is a pause while Longfellow watches her, and she is lost in 
thought.

			BABE 
		(continuing) 
	He played in the town band, too.

			LONGFELLOW 
	He did? I play the tuba--

			BABE 
	Yeah, I know.

			LONGFELLOW 
	What did he play?

			BABE 
	The drums. He taught me to play some.

			LONGFELLOW
	He did?

			BABE 
	Yes. I can do "Swanee River." Would you like to 
	hear me?

			LONGFELLOW 
		(enthusiastically)
	Sure!

147.	MEDIUM SHOT 
She picks up a couple of branches. With the two sticks she drums on
the bench seat- and sings "Swanee River."

When she is finished, though clearly delighted, he shows her a long 
face of mock-disappointment.

			BABE 
	Oh, I suppose you could do better.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Sure. I can sing "Humoresque."

			BABE 
	"Humoresque"? I'll bet you don't even know how 
	it goes.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Sure. Look! You sing it over again, and I'll do 
	"Humoresque" with you.

			BABE 
	It had better be good.

She starts again and he sings "Humoresque" in counterpoint to her 
drumming.

						CUT TO:

EXT. PARK - BEHIND SOME BUSHES 
148.	CLOSE SHOT - BOB AND FRANK
They wait with their camera. When they hear the singing, they look
up, and then at each other in surprise.

			BOB 
	I wonder if they'd want to make it a quartet.

			FRANK 
	Shhh!

149.	MEDIUM SHOT
Longfellow and Babe. They are having a grand time with their singing. 
A policeman saunters into the scene and stands watching them for a 
few seconds, without their being conscious of his presence. He smiles,  
shakes his head and passes on out of scene. Over the shot we hear the 
low moan of a siren in the distance.

150.	CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO 
They reach the climax of their song - and laugh joyously. At this
	moment, the shrieking of the siren is nearer and louder. Longfellow 
looks up quickly. Excited, he jumps up and runs toward street. Babe 
looks up, surprised.

			LONGFELLOW
			(as he runs off) 
	Fire engine! Fire engine! I want to see how they 
	do it. Wait for me, will you?

151. 	CLOSE SHOT - BOB AND FRANK BEHIND BUSHES 
Frank grabs the camera.

			FRANK 
	Looks like the evening is not going to be 
	wasted!

152.	MEDIUM SHOT 
They dash by the policeman, who looks up, startled.

153.	LONG SHOT
As the fire engine slows down - and people are beginning to gather. 
We see Longfellow running toward the truck and hopping aboard.

154.	MED. SHOT AT FIRE TRUCK 
As Longfellow jumps on.

			FIREMAN 
	Hello - what do you want?

			LONGFELLOW
		(short salute) 
	Captain Deeds - fire volunteer - Mandrake Falls.

			FIREMAN 
		(amused) 
	Hi, Cap! Boys, meet the Captain!

155.	LONG SHOT - REVERSE ANGLE
Bob and Frank running with their cameras toward Longfellow.

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM OF MABEL DAWSON'S STUDIO
156.	CLOSEUP 
	Of typewriter carriage.  It contains a paper upon which the following 
is typed:

		"CINDERELLA MAN FIRE-EATING DEMON" 
	"Longfellow Deeds, 'The Cinderella Man,' last night 
	threw a 'defy' into the teeth of the New York Fire 
	Department, that when it comes to extinguishing 
	conflagrations - they had better look to their 
	laurels--"

CAMERA PULLS BACK and we find Babe, staring at the sheet of paper in 
front of her. Her eyes have a distant look.

157.	FULL SHOT
Several feet away from her Mabel Dawson stands in front of an easel, 
working silently on a painting. She dabs at it and turning, pauses a 
moment to watch Babe, who at the moment rests her forehead on the 
typewriter carriage.

			MABEL 
		(softly) 
	What's the matter, hon?

       			BABE 
		(quickly) 
	Nothing.

	Babe is too much absorbed to hear this. Getting no response, Mabel 
turns and studies her for a few seconds.

			MABEL 
	What's up, Babe? Something's eating you.

			BABE
	No. It's nothing.

			MABEL 
	My unfailing instinct tells me something's gone 
	wrong with the stew.

			BABE 
		(murmuring) 
	Don't be ridiculous.

She again resumes her typing. Mabel crosses to her and looks over her 
shoulder.

			MABEL 
	You haven't gotten very far, have you? That's
		where you were an hour ago. Come on, let's 
	knock off and go down to Joe's. The gang's 
	waiting for us.

			BABE 
		(jumping up)
	I can't write it, Mabel! I don't know what's 
	the matter with me.

Babe lights a cigarette. Mabel studies her.

			MABEL 
		(quietly) 
	Uh-huh. I think I can tell you.

The phone bell rings. Mabel picks it up.

158.	CLOSE SHOT AT PHONE

			MABEL 
		(into phone) 
	Hello ... 
		(listens) 
	Yes, she's here. Who wants her? 
		(listens) 
	Who?
		(listens) 
	Oh, yes. Yes, just a moment.
		(her hand over the mouthpiece) 
	It's him - whatcha-ma-call-him - the 
	"Cinderella Man." The "Cinderella Man"!

Babe grabs the phone.

			BABE 
	Hello.

INT. LONGFELLOW'S BEDROOM 
159.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW 
Who lies dressed in bed, phone in hand.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(into phone) 
	Couldn't sleep. Kinda wanted to talk to you. Do 
	you mind?

INT. MABEL'S LIVING ROOM 
160.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE AT PHONE

			BABE
		(sincerely) 
	No - not at all. I couldn't sleep either.


INT. LONGFELLOW'S BEDROOM 
161.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW
At phone.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I wanted to thank you again for going out with 
	me.
		(listens)
	Huh? Well, I don't know what I'd do without you. 
	You've made up for all the fakes that I've met.

CONTINUATION SCENE 160

			BABE 
	Well, that's very nice. Thank you.

CONTINUATION SCENE 161

			LONGFELLOW 
	You know what I've been doing since I got home? 
	Been working on a poem. 
		(listens) 
	It's about you. 
		(listens) 
	Sometimes it's kinda hard for me to say things 
	so I write 'em.

CONTINUATION SCENE 160

			BABE 
		(touched)
	I'd like to read it some time.

She listens for a moment, apparently moved by his sweetness.

CONTINUATION SCENE 161

			LONGFELLOW 
	Maybe I'll have it finished next time I see you. 
		(listens) 
	Will I see you soon? 
		(listens) 
	Gosh, that's swell, Mary. 
		(listens) 
	Good night.

He hangs up, and lies back - enthralled. 

CONTINUATION SCENE 160

			BABE 
	Good night. 

INT. APT. LIVING ROOM
162.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - AT PHONE

			BABE 
	Mabel, that guy's either the dumbest, the 
	stupidest, the most imbecilic idiot in the 
	world or he's the grandest thing alive. I can't 
	make him out.

163.  MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO

			MABEL
		(knowingly)
	Uh-huh. 

			BABE
	I'm crucifying him.

			MABEL 
	People have been crucified before.

			BABE 
	Why? Why do we have to do it?

			MABEL 
	You started out to be a successful newspaper
	woman, didn't you?

			BABE 
	Yeah, then what?

			MABEL 
		(shrugging)  
	Search me. Ask the Gypsies.

			BABE 
	Here's a guy that's wholesome and fresh. To us 
	he looks like a freak. You know what he told me 
	tonight? He said when he gets married he wants 
	to carry his bride over the threshold in his 
	arms.

			MABEL 
	The guy's balmy.

			BABE 
	Is he? Yeah, I thought so, too. I tried to 
	laugh, but I couldn't. It stuck in my throat.

				MABEL
	Aw, cut it out, will you? You'll get me 
	thinking about Charlie again.

			BABE
	He's got goodness,  Mabel.  Do you know what
	that is?

				MABEL
	Huh?

			BABE 
	No - of course you don't. We've forgotten. 
	We're too busy being smart-alecks. 
		(sits at her typewriter)
	Too busy in a crazy competition for nothing.

					FADE OUT:

FADE IN

SERIES OF INSERTS:

	"Cinderella Man Fire-Eating Demon --
	Punches Photographer."

					DISSOLVE TO:

	"Cinderella Man to Reform Opera-
	Must be put on paying basis - or else -
	says post-card poet."

					DISSOLVE TO:

	"Madame Pomponi, Famous Opera Singer, 
	To Launch Deeds on Social Career"

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. LONGFELLOW'S BEDROOM 
164.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Longfellow is in bed in his pajamas, playing the tuba. Walter enters.

			WALTER 
	I beg pardon, sir. I beg pardon, sir.

Longfellow stops, looking daggers at him.

			WALTER 
	Madame Pomponi is on the telephone, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Who?

			WALTER 
	Madame Pomponi. She says everything is all set 
	for the reception.

			LONGFELLOW 
	What do you mean by coming in here when I'm 
	playing?

			WALTER 
	But she's on the telephone--

			LONGFELLOW
	Get out.
		(pointing) 
	The evil finger's on you. Get out!

Walter hurries out. Longfellow jumps up and chases him down the grand
	staircase. Longfellow stops at the top of the stairs, struck by an 
idea.

INT. GRAND STAIRCASE 
165.	WIDE ANGLE 
Showing Walter at the bottom of the stairs and Longfellow at the top.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Stop!

Walter halts. Longfellow gives a shout from the top of the stairs.
There is a discernible echo.

			LONGFELLOW
	Hey, did you hear that?

			WALTER
	What, sir?

	Longfellow gives another shout.  There is another echo. He tries it
again - louder. Another echo. It is all very satisfactory.

			WALTER
		(pleased) 
	Why, that's an echo, sir!

			LONGFELLOW
	You try it.

			WALTER
		(timidly) 
	Me, sir?

			LONGFELLOW
		(an order)
	Yeah.
 
Walter gives a bird-like hoot. There is an echo.

			LONGFELLOW
		(firmly)
	Louder.

Walter gives a louder hoot. And louder. Each time, an echo.

A butler in a bathrobe emerges to see what all the hullabaloo is 
about. Longfellow spots him.

			LONGFELLOW
		(to butler) 
	You try it.

			BUTLER
	Me, sir?

But the butler clearly relishes the opportunity. He gives a little
high-pitched squeak.

			LONGFELLOW
	Louder!

	The butler tries it again - much better.  Another man-servant has 
emerged. Longfellow points to him.

			LONGFELLOW
	You try it!

The manservant tries it - very raspy, another tone altogether.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(waving like a conductor)
	All together!

	A symphony of hoots, shrieks, barks and echoes.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Again !

The household staff do it again.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(surveying the scene - then, dramatically)
	Let that be a lesson to you.

With that, Longfellow spins on his heel and returns to his bedroom. 
There is a pause. The butler takes command of the other two. 

			BUTLER 
		(gesturing imperiously)
	Go back to your room, both of you!

Walter and the man-servant hasten to exit.

The butler waits until nobody is looking, then gives one, final hoot. 
He murmurs to himself with satisfaction as he exits.

					DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. LONGFELLOW'S HOME - NIGHT 
166.	LONG SHOT
Limousines arriving - from which guests emerge - in full evening
dress.

INT. DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT 
167.	MED. SHOT AT DOOR
Madame Pomponi greets a group of guests. Ad-lib chatter is heard.
	From inside music emanates.

			AD-LIB CHATTER
	Oh, hello darling.
	So good of you to come.
	Sweet of you to ask me. 
	Where is he? 
	I'm just dying to see the "Cinderella Man."

CAMERA MOVES SWIFTLY among groups of people picking out vignettes of 
conversation. Longfellow is the hot topic.

A husband and a wife whispering:

			A HUSBAND 
	Shh! - he may hear you.

				A WIFE
	Even if he heard you, he wouldn't understand.

A man and a woman gossiping:

			A MAN 
	I hear he still believes in Santa Claus.

			A WOMAN 
	Will he be Santa Claus? That's what I want to 
	know.

Another man holding forth to two elegantly-dressed women:

			ANOTHER MAN 
	Have you all got your slippers ready for the 
	"Cinderella Man"?

				WOMEN 
		(ad-lib)
		Yes, I have.

Everybody laughs.
 
			FIRST WOMAN 
	With $20,000,000, he doesn't have to have 
	looks!

			2ND WOMAN 
	He won't have it long with that Pomponi woman 
	hanging around him.

Two women in evening dress twittering like birds:

			FIRST WOMAN 
		(to other woman) 
	My dear, I hear he can't think unless he plays 
	his tuba!

						DISSOLVE TO:

INT. MABEL'S BEDROOM
168.	FULL SHOT
Babe is listlessly packing her few things in a small handbag. She
	slowly and meticulously folds a silken undergarment, wrapping it in
tissue.  Her eyes have a distant look. Mabel watches her, concerned. 
There is a long pause before either of them speaks.

			MABEL 
		(breaking the silence)
	You're a fool, Babe.

			BABE 
	I just couldn't stand seeing him again.

			MABEL 
	Running away is no solution.

169.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO
Babe is unresponsive.
 
			MABEL 
		(after a pause) 
	What'll I tell him if he calls up?

			BABE 
	Tell him I had to leave suddenly. I got a job in
	China - some place.

			MABEL 
	You're acting like a school girl.

			BABE 
		(suddenly - tensely)
	What else can I do? Keeping this up is no good. 
	He's bound to find out sometime. 
		(softly) 
	At least I can save him that.

They are suddenly startled by the boisterous entrance of Bob and 
Frank, whose voices are heard as they barge in.

170.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Babe, not wishing to explain to them, hides her bag - and follows
	Mabel to greet them in the living room.

INT. LIVING ROOM 
171.	MED. FULL SHOT
	The boys cross to a table and drop their cameras.

			BOB AND FRANK 
	Say, where is everybody? Come on, Babe - the 
	artillery's ready.

	Mabel enters. Babe stands in doorway.

			MABEL 
		(by way of greeting) 
	It's those two sore spots again.

172.	CLOSE SHOT

			BOB 
	You shoulda been down to the office today, Babe.

			FRANK 
	Yeah. Mac threw Cobb out again.

			BOB 
	Boy, was he burning.

			FRANK 
		(reaching for a bottle)
		Just one little drink - and then we're ready to 
	shoot.

			MABEL 
		(grabbing it away) 
	Just a minute. No, you don't.

			BABE 
	We're not going out tonight.

			BOB 
	Thought you had a date with him.

			BABE 
	It's off. He's having a party at his house.

173.	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
Frank, Bob and Mabel.

			FRANK 
	Say, what's the matter with her now!

			MABEL 
	You wouldn't know if I drew you a diagram. Now, 
	run along and peddle your little tin-types.

			BOB 
	What is this? Throwing us out of here's getting 
	to be a regular habit.

There is a knock on the door. They all look up.

174.	CLOSE SHOT AT DOOR
As Mabel opens the door slightly. We see Longfellow. Mabel's eyes open 
in surprise.

			LONGFELLOW
	Is Mary Dawson here? I'm Longfellow Deeds. 

175.	CLOSE SHOT - BOB AND FRANK 
They stand -  stupefied.

176.	CLOSE SHOT - MABEL
She waves her hand back of her, for them to hide.

			MABEL
		(loud - for the boys)
	Oh! Oh, yes, of course. Longfellow Deeds. Come 
	in. Step in, please.

177.	CLOSE SHOT - BOB AND FRANK
They duck behind the sofa, CAMERA PANNING WITH THEM.

178.	FULL SHOT
Longfellow enters. Mabel closes the door behind him, watching him 
speculatively. Longfellow turns to Mabel.

			LONGFELLOW
	You're Mabel - her sister - aren't you?

			MABEL 
		(flustered)
	Huh? Oh, yes - yes, of course. Her sister. Yes,
	I've been her sister for a long time.

			LONGFELLOW
	Is she home? 

			MABEL 
	Yeah. What? 

			LONGFELLOW
	Is Mary home?

They look at each other stupidly - smiling feebly.

179.	CLOSE SHOT ON TABLE 
Featuring the camera. A hand comes in from behind the sofa and yanks 
the camera out of sight.

180.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Mabel and Longfellow still standing, looking at each other.

			MABEL 
	Oh, Mary? Yes, of course. Well, I don't know 
	whether she's home or not. I'll see.

As she turns, Babe appears in doorway.

			MABEL 
	Why there she is!  Of course she's home. 
		(feebly) 
	Stupid of me ...

			BABE 
	Hello.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Hello, Mary. I waited in the park for you over 
	an hour. I thought maybe you'd forgotten.

181.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND BABE
Mabel in b.g.

			BABE 
	I didn't think you could come with the party and 
	everything.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh, I wouldn't let them stop me from seeing you. 
	So I threw them out!

			BABE 
	You threw them out!

182.	CLOSER SHOT

			MABEL
	You mean--
		 (gesturing with hands) 
	--by the neck or something?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Sure. They got on my nerves, so I threw 'em out.

Mabel raises her eyebrows.

			LONGFELLOW 
	I guess that'll be in the papers tomorrow. It 
	will give 'em something else to laugh at.

183.	CLOSEUP - BABE  
Her face clouds - miserably.

			LONGFELLOW'S VOICE
		(lightly) 
	I don't mind though. I had a lot of fun
	doing it.

			BABE 
		(quickly) 
	Would you like to go for a walk?

184.	MED. CLOSE SHOT

			LONGFELLOW
	Yes, if it isn't too late.

			BABE 
		(going to bedroom)
	I'll get my hat.

She disappears, leaving Mabel and Longfellow again staring at each 
other, self-consciously. Mabel smiles, ill-at-ease.

			LONGFELLOW
	Nice day out - er, nice night - wasn't it? -
	isn't it?

			MABEL 
		(tremulously)
	Yes, lovely. We've had a lot of nice weather 
	lately.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(after a pause) 
	It would be a nice night to go for a walk, don't 
	you think?

			MABEL 
	Oh yes, I think it'd be a swell night to go for 
	a walk. A nice long one.

185.	CLOSE SHOT - BEHIND SOFA
Bob and Frank, holding their breaths.


186.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Babe comes out of bedroom.

			BABE 
	Ready?

			LONGFELLOW
	Gosh, she looks better every time I see her. 

			BABE
		(vaguely)
	Thank you.

	She crosses to the door.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(to Mabel) 
	Goodnight. Don't worry. I won't keep her out 
	late.

			MABEL 
	Thank you so much. Good night.

They exit. Mabel sighs relievedly. The boys jump from their crouching 
positions.

			FRANK 
		(wobbling forward) 
	Ow! My foot's asleep!

			BOB 
		(grabbing camera) 
	Come on - let's go!

	Frank grabs his camera and both bolt toward the door. Mabel gets there 
one step ahead of them, and blocks their path.

			MABEL 
	No, you don't. Just a minute. No more 
	photographs.

					DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. FRONT OF BABE'S HOME 
187.	CLOSE TRUCKING SHOT 
As they walk slowly down the front steps.

			LONGFELLOW 
	The reason why I wanted to take a walk, Mary, is 
	'cause I wanted to talk to you.

			BABE 
	Let's just walk, okay?

			LONGFELLOW 
	All right.

188.	CLOSE TRUCKING SHOT 
As they walk along a foggy street, on their faces.

			LONGFELLOW
	Mary, I'm going home

			BABE 
	Are you? When?

			LONGFELLOW
	In a day or so, I think.

			BABE
	I don't blame you.

189.	CLOSE TWO SHOT 
Continuing on them, as they slowly walk around the block.

			LONGFELLOW 
	A man ought to know where he fits in. I just 
	don't fit in around here. I once had an idea I 
	could do something with the money, but they 
	kept me so busy here, I haven't had time to 
	figure it out. I guess I'll wait till I get 
	back home.

	There is a long pause. Both lost in their own thoughts.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Do you mind if I talk to you, Mary? You don't 
	have to pay any attention to me.

				BABE
	No. I don't mind.

			LONGFELLOW 
	All my life, I've wanted somebody to talk to. 
	Back in Mandrake Falls, I always used to talk to 
	a girl.

				BABE
	A girl?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh, an imaginary one. I used to hike a lot 
	through the woods and I'd always take this 
	girl with me so I could talk to her. I'd show 
	her my pet trees and things. Sounds kind of 
	silly but we had a lot of fun doing it. 
		(smiling) 
	She was beautiful.
        		(then moodily) 
	I haven't married 'cause I've been kinda 
	waiting. You know, my mother and father were a 
	great couple. I thought I might have the same 
	kind of luck. I've always hoped that some day 
	that imaginary girl would turn out to be real.

They have arrived back at the front steps of Babe's home.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Well, here we are again.

			BABE 
	Yes, here we are again. 
		(after a pause) 
	Good night.
			LONGFELLOW 
		(then, quickly - his voice faltering) 
	Mary - I - excuse me--

190.	CLOSE TWO SHOT 
Favoring Babe. She cuts him off, her voice shaking.

			BABE 
	Goodbye, darling. Don't let anybody hurt you 
	again - ever. They can't anyway. You're much 
	too real. You go back to Mandrake Falls. That's 
	where you belong - goodbye!

191.	WIDER ANGLE
She runs up the steps.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Mary--

She stops and turns.  He walks up close to her.

192.	CLOSER SHOT - THE TWO

			LONGFELLOW 
	You know the poem I told you about? It's 
	finished.

His hand goes to his breast pocket - and then slowly is withdrawn - 
without bringing out the poem.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Would you like to read it? It's to you.

			BABE 
		(scarcely audible)
	Yes, of course.

He now takes the poem out. The paper is folded. He hands it to her and 
she slowly unfolds it. Just as she is about to read Longfellow lays a 
hand on her arm.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(a little frightened)
	You don't have to say anything, Mary. You can 
	tell me tomorrow what you think.

She looks into his eyes, but does not respond. Then she holds the 
paper up and begins reading. Longfellow watches her anxiously.

193.	CLOSEUP - BABE 
Reading softly:

			BABE 
	"I tramped the earth with hopeless beat -
	Searching in vain for a glimpse of you. 
	Then heaven thrust you at my very feet, 
	A lovely angel - too lovely to woo."

The last words come with difficulty. Babe's eyes are slowly welling up.

194.	CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO 
Babe continues reading:

			BABE 
	"My dream has been answered, but my life's just 
		as bleak, 
	I'm handcuffed and speechless in your presence 
		divine -
	For my heart longs to cry out, if it only would 
		speak, 
	'I love you, my angel - be mine, be mine.'"

Her voice is choked when she finishes. She does not look up until she 
refolds the paper. He stands close to her, waiting expectantly. 
Finally, she glances up. Her cheeks are moist, and her face clouded. 
Impulsively, she throws her arms around his neck, kissing him.

			BABE 
	Oh, darling!

Longfellow's arms encircle her and for a few moments they remain in 
an emotional embrace.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(huskily) 
	You don't have to say anything now. I'll wait 
	till tomorrow - till I hear from you.

195.	CLOSEUP - BABE 
Her eyes are beset with fears. She loves him - but knows how hopeless 
it all is. She slowly starts freeing herself from his embrace.

196.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO
As Babe, weeping softly, frees herself from his embrace.

Longfellow gives a yelp of joy and leaps down the steps. He trips over 
a garbage pail and bumps into passersby, making a racket as he zig-zags 
down the street and out of scene.

			A VOICE 
		(shouting) 
	Hey, what's the big idea?

					FADE OUT:

FADE IN
INT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE - DAY 
197.	CLOSE SHOT - MAC 
Behind his desk.

			MAC 
	Stop it. Babe! Stop it! What do you mean, 
	you're quitting! You might as well tell me I'm 
	quitting.

As he speaks, CAMERA DRAWS BACK to reveal Babe near a window, peering 
out moodily. Mac crosses over to her side.

			MAC 
	What's bothering you, huh?

			BABE 
		(after a pause) 
	Last night he proposed to me.

			MAC 
	Proposed to you! You mean he asked you to marry 
	him?

			BABE 
	Yes. 

			MAC 
		(alert) 
	Why, Babe - that's terrific! 
		(sees it in print) 
	"Cinderella Man Woos Mystery Girl! 
	Who is the Mysterious Girl That--"

			BABE 
	Print one line of that, and I'll blow your 
	place up!

198.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO

			MAC 
	Sorry, Babe. Sorry. It would have made a swell 
	story. I just got carried away. That's too bad. 
	So he proposed to you, huh? 
		(intrigued) 
	What a twist! You set out to nail him - and 
	he--

			BABE 
		(bitterly) 
	Yeah. Funny twist, isn't it?

			MAC 
		(suddenly)
	Say, you haven't gone and fallen for that mug, 
	have you? 

Babe's silence is eloquent.

			MAC 
	Well, I'll be--

He places an arm tenderly around her shoulder.

			MAC 
	That's tough, Babe.

Babe smiles wryly.

			MAC 
		(interested)
 	What're you going to do?

			BABE 
		(walking away) 
	I'm going to tell him the truth.

			MAC 
	Tell him you're Babe Bennett? Tell him you've 
	been making a stooge out of him?

			BABE 
	I'm having lunch with him today. He expects an 
	answer. It's going to be pretty.

			MAC 
	You're crazy! You can't do that!

199.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO
Over their shoulders, from behind, as Mac comforts her.

			BABE 
	He'll probably kick me right down the stairs. I 
	only hope he does.

			MAC 
	I'll put you on another job. You need never see 
	him again, eh?

			BABE
	That's the rub.

			MAC 
	Oh, as bad as that, huh?

			BABE 
		(far-away) 
	Telling him is the long shot - I'm going to 
	take it.

He watches her sympathetically. Babe sighs resignedly.

			BABE 
		(looking around)
	Well, it was fun while it lasted, Mac. I'll 
	clean out my desk.

She leaves him. Mac is deeply moved by her problem.

					DISSOLVE TO: 

INT. GRAND STAIRCASE
200.	WIDE SHOT
As Longfellow, in a buoyant mood, emerges from his room and slides 
down the bannister of the grand staircase.

INT. INTIMATE DINING ROOM
201.	MEDIUM SHOT
Table is set for two. Two butlers putter around. Longfellow enters 
full of expectant enthusiasm. He is in his shirt sleeves. He hovers 
over them, checking their preparations.

			LONGFELLOW
	How's it going? Okay?

			BUTLER 
	Yes, quite all right. Thank you, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(picking up a salt shaker and examining it) 
	Gold, eh?

			BUTLER 
		(as he continues his puttering)
	Yes, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Fourteen carat? 

			BUTLER 
	Yes, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Is that the best you've got?

			BUTLER 
	Oh, yes sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(seizing on another detail) 
	Those flowers are too high. Won't be able to 
	see her.
		(lifts a bowl of flowers off) 
	Get a smaller bowl, will you?

			BUTLER 
		(repeating his command as he hands the bowl to the
		other butler)
	A smaller bowl of flowers.

			2ND BUTLER 
		(exiting with flowers) 
	Yes, sir. A smaller bowl of flowers.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(to butler) 
	Did you get that stuff I was telling you about?

			BUTLER
	Stuff, sir?

			LONGFELLOW 
	That goo. That stuff that tastes like soap.

			BUTLER 
	Oh, yes, sir. Here it is, sir. The pate de fois 
	gras, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Yeah, that's fine. Have a lot of it because she 
	likes it.

			BUTLER 
	Yes, sir.

The other butler returns with a small bowl of flowers which he places 
in the center of the table.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Now you got the idea. Fine.

He sits in one of the chairs and leans forward in an imaginary 
conversation with Babe - his lips move but we hear nothing.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(motions to butler) 
	Sit over there, will you?

			BUTLER 
	Me sir? 

			LONGFELLOW 
	Yes.

The butler sits.

			LONGFELLOW
	Yes. You're too tall. Slink lower, will you?

The butler does it.

			LONGFELLOW
	More. Now forward.

	They are practically nose to nose over the flowers.

				BUTLER
		(seriously)
	How is this, sir?

				LONGFELLOW
		(rising) 
	Perfect! Perfect!

			BUTLER
	I wish you luck, sir.
 
			LONGFELLOW
	Thank you. Now don't touch a thing. Leave 
	everything as it is.

He hurries toward his bedroom.

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BEDROOM 
202.	FULL SHOT 
Longfellow enters.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(yelling) 
	Walter! Walter! Walter, where are you?

Walter enters, panic-stricken.

			WALTER 
	Yes, sir. What is it, sir? Anything happened?

203.	MED. CLOSE SHOT

			LONGFELLOW 
	Anything happened? I've got to get dressed! I 
	can't meet her like this!

			WALTER 
	But she isn't due for an hour, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	An hour? What's an hour! You know how time 
	flies, Walter. My tie? Get it.

			WALTER
	Yes, sir. Very good, sir. Here it is right here, 
	sir. There, sir. 

While putting it on, he sings "Humoresque" loudly and gaily.

204.	MEDIUM SHOT 
At this moment, Cobb bursts in - his face grim:

			COBB 
	Just as I suspected, wise guy! I don't mind you 
	making a sap out of yourself - but you made one 
	out of me, too.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(to Walter - merrily) 
	Will you tell the gentleman I'm not in?

			COBB 
	Mary Dawson, huh? Mary Dawson, my eye. That dame 
	took you for a sleigh ride that New York will 
	laugh about for years. She's the slickest, 
	two-timing, double-crossing--

At the mention of the name, Longfellow turns for the first time.

205.	CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW
His face goes livid, as Cobb's voice continues:

			LONGFELLOW 
		(between clenched teeth) 
	What are you talking about?

206.	MEDIUM SHOT
Longfellow has started out toward him. In two long strides, Longfellow 
has grabbed Cobb by the shirt-front, ready to strangle him.

			COBB 
	All right. Go ahead. Sock away, and then try to 
	laugh this off.

With his free hand, he reaches into his coat pocket. He unrolls a 
newspaper. Longfellow shifts his glance over to the photograph in the 
newspaper Cobb holds up, and slowly his grip on Cobb relaxes. He takes 
the newspaper.

207.	CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW 
As he looks at the picture.

INSERT: PICTURE OF BABE BENNETT 
Under which is the following:

	"Louise (Babe) Bennett - wins Pulitzer Prize 
	for reportorial job on Macklyn love triangle."

BACK TO SCENE 
Longfellow stares long and unbelievingly at the picture.

208.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - COBB AND LONGFELLOW

			COBB 
		(adjusting his clothes)
	She's the star reporter on The Mail. Every 
	time you opened your kisser, you gave her 
	another story. She's the dame who slapped that 
	monicker on you - "Cinderella Man." You've been 
	making love to a double dose of cyanide!

			LONGFELLOW
		(an outcry) 
	Shut up!

Longfellow, stunned, crosses to the bed - CAMERA PANNING WITH HIM. 
He slumps down and continues staring at picture.

209.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Cobb crosses to phone and picks up receiver.

					CUT TO:

INT. NEWSPAPER OUTER OFFICE 
210.	MED. CLOSE SHOT
Babe is at her desk. She has just finished rummaging through her desk. 
Many articles are on top. Mac is by her side. Babe flicks the pages 
of a small loose-leaf book, and hands it to Mac.

			BABE 
	This is for you, Mac. The names of all 
	the headwaiters in town. You can always buy a 
	bit of choice scandal from them at reasonable 
	prices.

			MAC 
	Aw, listen Babe, I can't let you quit now.
	You're not going through with this thing, are 
	you?

Babe shakes her head with finality, as the phone bell rings.

			MAC 
		(picking up receiver) 
	I've seen 'em get in a rut like you before - 
	but they always come back. 
		(into phone) 
	Hello ... Yes. Just a minute

He holds the receiver out to her.

			MAC 
	It's for you. In a couple weeks you'll get the 
	itch so bad, you'll be working for nothing.

			BABE 
		(into phone)
	Hello ...

INT. LONGFELLOW'S BEDROOM
211.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Cobb is at the phone.

			COBB 
	Babe Bennett? Just a minute.

He listens and hands phone to Longfellow.

			LONGFELLOW
		(into phone)
	Hello, Mary?

INT. NEWSPAPER OUTER OFFICE 
212.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE

			BABE
		(at phone)
	Oh, hello darling.

Her face goes dead as she realizes she is speaking to Longfellow.

INT. LONGFELLOW'S BEDROOM 
213.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW

			LONGFELLOW 
		(at phone; strained)
	Is it you who's been writing those articles 
	about me?

INT. NEWSPAPER OUTER OFFICE
214.	CLOSE SHOT At phone.

			BABE
	Why - uh - I was just leaving - I'll be up there 
	in a minute--
		(listens)
	Look - uh, yes, I did - but I was just coming up 
	to explain--

The words die in her throat. She looks dully at the receiver.

INT. LONGFELLOW'S BEDROOM 
215.	CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW

			BABE'S VOICE 
		(coming over phone)
	Oh listen, darling, wait a minute! Please! 
	Listen--

He hangs up. His face is a dead mask, every illusion shattered. 
Slowly, a wry smile appears on his face and, rising, he wanders around 
the room in deep abstraction. Cobb and Walter watch him 
sympathetically.

	Longfellow is silent a long time.

216.	MEDIUM SHOT 
As a butler enters.

			BUTLER 
	I beg pardon, sir. Shall I serve the wine with 
	the squab, sir?

Longfellow doesn't hear him.

			BUTLER
		(tries again)
	I beg pardon, sir.

217. 	CLOSEUP - COBB
His face softens.

			COBB
	If I knew you were going to take it so hard, I
	woulda kept my mouth shut. Sorry.

218.	MEDIUM SHOT 
As finally Longfellow speaks, without turning.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(quietly) 
	Pack my things, Walter. I'm going home.

			WALTER
	Yes, sir.

He immediately busies himself.

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CORRIDOR 
219.	WIDE SHOT
Longfellow emerges from his bedroom, walking briskly toward the 
staircase, immediately followed by Cobb and Walter. Walter is loaded 
down with suitcases. Longfellow is wearing coat and hat.

			COBB 
		(trying to keep up with Longfellow) 
	You shouldn't be running away like this. What's 
	going to happen to the Estate?

			LONGFELLOW
	They can have the Estate. 

As they approach the staircase, a commotion is heard from stairs. 
Cobb hurries ahead to see what is going on.

INT. GRAND FOYER 
220.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Two butlers are struggling with a wild eyed man of middle age. They 
shout in unison.

	BUTLERS					FARMER
			(simultaneously)
You can't come up here!			Let me go! I wanna see him! 	
He's not home, I tell you!		I wanna see that guy!	
We'll send for the police!		Let me go!

They continue to struggle as Cobb reaches them.

			COBB 
	What's going on here?

The man yanks himself free.

			FARMER 
	There he is! I just wanted to get a look at him.

He sees Longfellow over Cobb's shoulder

			FARMER 
	There you are! I just wanted to see what kind 
	of a man you were!

He struggles to thrust Cobb aside.

221.	FULL SHOT
Favoring Longfellow, who has reached the bottom of the staircase and 
watches the man warily.

			FARMER 
		(wildly) 
	I just wanted to see what a man looks like that 
	can spend thousands of dollars on a party -
	while people around him are hungry! The 
	"Cinderella Man," huh? Did you ever stop to 
	think how many families could have been fed on 
	the money you pay out to get on the front 
	pages?

Cobb forcibly restrains the man.

			COBB 
	Come on! Take him out of here!

			FARMER 
	Let me go!

			LONGFELLOW
		(an order)
	Let him alone.

			FARMER 
	Let me alone!
		(threateningly) 
	If you know what's good for you - you'll let me 
	get this off my chest!
		(to Longfellow) 
	How did you feel feeding doughnuts to a horse? 
	Get a kick out of it, huh? Got a big laugh? 
		(sarcastically) 
	Did you ever think of feeding doughnuts to 
	human beings! No!

Longfellow stares at him.

			WALTER 
		(quietly) 
	Shall I call the police, sir?

			LONGFELLOW
	No!
		(to man) 
	What do you want!!

			FARMER 
	Yeah - that's all that's worrying you. What do 
	I want? A chance to feed a wife and kids! I'm a 
	farmer. A job! That's what I want!

			LONGFELLOW 
	A farmer, eh! You're a moocher, that's what you 
	are! I wouldn't believe you or anybody else on a 
	stack of bibles! You're a moocher like all the 
	rest of them around here, so get out of here!

			FARMER 
	Sure - everybody's a moocher to you. A mongrel 
	dog eating out of a garbage pail is a moocher to
	you!

			COBB 
		(starting to push him towards the door)
	This won't do you any good--

The man shoves him away, suddenly whips out a gun and levels it at him.

			FARMER 
	Stay where you are, young feller. Get over 
	there.

Cobb backs away and the man points the gun at Longfellow, who remains 
staring at him, immobilely.

			FARMER 
		(tensely) 
	You're about to get some more publicity, Mr. 
	Deeds! You're about to get on the front page 
	again! See how you're going to like it this 
	time!
		(voice rises) 
	See what good your money's going to do when 
	you're six feet under ground. You never thought 
	of that, did you? No! All you ever thought of 
	was pinching pennies - you money-grabbing hick! 
	You never gave a thought to all of those starving 
	people--
			(his voice wavers) 
	--standing in the bread lines--
		(huskily) 
	--not knowing where their next meal was coming 
	from! Not able to feed their wife and kids. 
		(voice breaks) 
	Not able to--

He can't go on. A sob escapes. He reaches up and brushes away a tear 
with a rough hand. It seems to bring him to his senses. He glances 
down and seeing the gun in his hand - stares at it in surprise. He 
realizes what he was about to do.

			FARMER 
		(scarcely audible)
	Oh!

222.  MED. SHOT - THE GROUP 
The man slumps into a chair and the gun drops to the floor. Cobb bends 
quickly and picks it up. Longfellow never moves.

			FARMER 
		(dead voice - staring into space)
	I'm glad I didn't hurt nobody. Excuse me.

He turns his head slowly and peers at them with non-seeing eyes, then 
suddenly he hides his face in his hands and sobs.

			FARMER 
		(muffled) 
	Crazy. You get all kinds of crazy ideas.

Longfellow watches him pityingly.

			FARMER 
	Sorry. I didn't know what I was doing.

The rest of it seems to come out of him effortfully - his voice
	breaking.

			FARMER 
	Losing your farm after twenty years' work - 
	seeing your kids go hungry - a game little wife 
	saying "Everything's going to be all right." 
		(stridently)
		Standing there in the bread lines. It killed me
	to take a handout.
         		(pathetically) 
	I ain't used to it. 
		(resigned) 
	Go ahead and do what you want with me, mister. 
		(scarcely audible) 
	I guess I'm at the end of my rope.

He sobs openly. While he was speaking, Longfellow was peering into the 
man's face intently. As the man finishes

					DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. INTIMATE DINING ROOM
223.	CLOSE SHOT
At the table that was all set for Babe. The man sits, eating. He
seriously bends over his food. Longfellow sits opposite him - his
eyes glued on the man, absorbed in profound thought.

			MAN [FARMER]
		(tentatively)
	Can I take some of this home with me?

Longfellow nods.

					DISSOLVE TO:

INSERT: NEWSPAPER HEADLINES

	"LONGFELLOW DEEDS TO GIVE FORTUNE AWAY 
	Huge farming district to be divided into ten 
	acre farms - fully equipped - at a cost of 
	eighteen million dollars."

					WIPE OFF TO:

INSERT: SECOND NEWSPAPER HEADLINE

	"DEEDS' PLAN STARTLES FINANCIAL WORLD"

					WIPE OFF TO:

INSERT: THIRD NEWSPAPER HEADLINE

	"STAFF OF WORKERS INVESTIGATE APPLICANTS"

					WIPE OFF TO:

INSERT: FOURTH NEWSPAPER HEADLINE

	"THOUSANDS OF UNEMPLOYED STORM DEEDS HOME FOR 
	FARM DONATIONS"

					WIPE OFF TO:

EXT. LONGFELLOW DEEDS' HOME
224.	LONG SHOT
A mob of shouting men and women clamor at the gates, being jostled 
around by the police.

INT. LONGFELLOW'S DRAWING ROOM
225.	FULL SHOT
It has been transformed into an office. Longfellow sits at one end of 
the room. Clerks are at several desks. On one side and leading out 
into the hall, is a long line of men waiting to be interviewed.

226.	MED. SHOT

			VOICE
	Go on. Step lively.

At Longfellow's desk. He has a two days' growth of beard and looks 
worn. Next to him is a clerk. In front of him is an applicant.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(as the camera moves in on him)
	Are you married? 

			APPLICANT
	Yes, sir.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Any children?

			APPLICANT
	No, no children.

			LONGFELLOW 
	All right, Mr. Dodsworth. I think you'll qualify.
		(he hands him a form) 
	Take this to that desk over there for further 
	instructions.

			APPLICANT
		(gratefully - exiting)
	Thank you very much.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Next, please.

A man steps forward and stands in front of his desk.

227.	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT DESK
Longfellow, clerk and applicant.

			LONGFELLOW
		(to clerk) 
	How many does that make?

			CLERK 
	You've okayed 819.

			LONGFELLOW
		(wearily)
	Is that all?

			CLERK 
	That's all.

			LONGFELLOW
	It's going awfully slow. We need 1100 more.
		(phone rings)
	Hello ...  oh, yes. Yes. The water development
	seems okay - but I don't like the road layout
	yet. Come up tonight about ten and bring the
	maps. Right. 

He hangs up.

228.	WIDER ANGLE 
As the farmer in previous sequence approaches.

			FARMER 
	Here's the order for the plows. We got a good 
	price on them.

			LONGFELLOW 
	That's fine. Thanks. I'll look 'em over later.

			FARMER 
	Oh. Mr. Deeds--

Longfellow looks up. Farmer goes on:

			FARMER 
	--my wife wanted me to tell you she--
		(hesitates) 
	--she prays for you every night.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(embarrassed) 
	Well, thanks, I - uh--
		(to applicant in front of him) 
	How do you do? What is your name?

			RANKIN
	George Rankin, sir.

	While Longfellow writes--

229.	CLOSE SHOT AT A DESK 
Cobb is on the phone.

			COBB 
		(into phone)
	No! No! We're not buying any bulls. What's that? 
	Listen, fellow, bull's what I've been selling
	all my life! 

He slams down the receiver.

INT. CEDAR'S OFFICE
230.	MEDIUM SHOT
Cedar behind his desk. In front of him is Henry Semple and his nagging 
wife. Cedar shoves a paper in front of Semple.

			CEDAR 
	We have very little time. He's ordered me to 
	turn everything over to him immediately. We 
	have to work fast before he disposes of every 
	penny.

			WIFE 
	See! I told you something could be done. I knew 
	it all the time. Sign it, dear.

			SEMPLE 
		(hesitating) 
	We may get into trouble.

			WIFE 
	Oh, don't be so squeamish.

			CEDAR 
	There are millions involved. After all, you 
	have your legal rights. You're his only living 
	relatives.

231.	CLOSE SHOT AT DESK 
As Semple picks up the paper.

			SEMPLE 
	What's it say?

			WIFE 
	That's your agreement with Mr. Cedar, if we win. 

			CEDAR 
	You see, my end is going to be rather expensive. 
	I have a lot of important people to take care 
	of. I have the legal machinery all set and 
	ready to go. I've been working on nothing else 
	for the last week. You say the word, and we'll 
	stop this yokel dead in his tracks.

			WIFE 
	Sign it!

			SEMPLE 
	Oh, all right.

With the perturbed expression still on his face, Semple reaches over 
to sign the document. Simultaneously, Cedar flicks a button on his 
dictagraph.

			CEDAR 
		(into dictagraph) 
	Charlie, we're off! Papers all set?

			VOICE 
	All set.

			CEDAR 
	Okay, then. Go to it. 
		(afterthought) 
	And, Charlie--

			VOICE 
	Yeah?

			CEDAR
	Find out who wrote those newspaper articles and 
	subpoena them right away.

			VOICE 
	Okay.

					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. LONGFELLOW'S DRAWING ROOM
232.	MEDIUM SHOT 
A large, raw-boned Swede stands before Longfellow.

			LONGFELLOW
	What is your name?

			SVENSON
	Christian Svenson.

			LONGFELLOW
	Farmer?

			SVENSON
	Yes, ma'am.  

			LONGFELLOW
	Where is your farm?

				SVENSON
	South Dakota north.

			LONGFELLOW
		South Dakota - north?

			SVENSON
	South Dakota - but on the top.

			LONGFELLOW
	Oh. Oh!

233.	WIDER ANGLE 
Cobb enters - very businesslike.

			COBB 
	What about your knocking off for lunch?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Not hungry. I want to get through this work in a 
	hurry, and then I want to go home. What price 
	did you get on those trucks?

			COBB 
	Come on, come on. What are you trying to do, 
	kid? Keel over? You haven't been out of this 
	house in two weeks.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(tired) 
	Well, maybe I will have a sandwich. 
		(to Swede) 
	Do you mind waiting a few minutes?

			SVENSON 
		(undoing paper package)
	Oh, sure, sure. If you like to have a sandwich, 
	I can give you one, please.

He brings out two huge sandwiches, and hands one to Longfellow.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(smiling) 
	Thanks. Thank you. Never mind, Cobb.

He takes it, and he and the Swede silently eat. Longfellow looks up.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Good.

The Swede smiles. Longfellow nibbles his sandwich, then glances around 
the room. His gaze rests on:

234.	LONG SHOT
Of the long line of applicants waiting for an audience

235.	MEDIUM SHOT

			LONGFELLOW 
		(calls to Cobb) 
	Cobb! Get lunch for the rest of them.

			COBB 
		(entering) 
	What? There must be 2000 of them out there.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Well, that doesn't make 'em any less hungry.

			COBB 
	Okay, Santa Claus. 2000 lunches.

He exits. Longfellow glances over at the line, smiling.

236.	FULL SHOT
In front of the line there is a slight scuffle, as a man is being 
pushed forward by some others. He mumbles a protest, tries to get back 
into position, but the men push him forward again.

			GROUP 
		(ad-lib) 
	Go on, say something. Say something!

237.	CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW 
He looks up inquiringly.

238.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - MEN IN LINE
The man finally is resigned, and stands shifting, ill-at-ease, his head 
hanging bashfully.

			MAN 
	Mr. Deeds, the boys here wanted me to say a 
	little something. They just wanted me to say 
	that--
		(clears his throat) 
	Well, they wanted me to say that--
		(quickly gets it out) 
	We think you're swell - and that's no baloney.

			MAN'S VOICE
	Say something more!

239.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW 
He smiles self-consciously.

240.	MED. CLOSE SHOT OF MEN 
The spokesman apparently has not finished yet. Directly behind the 
line, three officious looking men have made their appearance and wait 
for him to conclude.

			MAN
	Give me a chance, fellas. We're all down and 
	out but when a fellow like you comes along, 
	kinda gives us a little hope - and they just 
	wanted me to say--

It's as far as he gets - as the three strangers break their way
through the line and approach Longfellow's desk.

			ONE OF THE SHERIFFS
		(ad-lib)
	Break it up.

241.	MED. SHOT AT DESK

			FIRST DEPUTY SHERIFF 
		(pointing to Longfellow)
	That's him.

			2ND DEPUTY SHERIFF
	Are you Longfellow Deeds?

			LONGFELLOW
		(looks up)
	Yes?

			FIRST DEPUTY SHERIFF 
	Sheriff's office.
		(shows paper)
	 We've got a warrant to take you into custody.

			LONGFELLOW
		(without moving)
	A what?

			FIRST DEPUTY SHERIFF 
	A warrant for your arrest. You'll have to come 
	along with us.

Cobb enters.

			COBB 
	What's up? What do you mugs want?

			FIRST DEPUTY SHERIFF 
	I don't know nothing, buddy. All I know is the 
	Sheriff gives me an insanity warrant to execute.

			COBB 
	Insanity! Who's says he's insane?

They all turn to Charlie, who comes forward.

			CHARLIE 
	The complainant is a relative of the late 
	Martin Semple. The charges are that Mr. Deeds 
	is insane and incapable of handling the Estate.

			COBB 
	Oh, somebody got panic-stricken about his 
	giving his dough away, eh? 
		(to sheriff) 
	Where do you think you're going to take him?

			FIRST DEPUTY SHERIFF
	To the County Hospital.

			CHARLIE 
	Of course, that's only temporary. A hearing 
	will follow immediately.

242.	CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW 
As he speaks quietly.

			LONGFELLOW 
	That's fine. Just because I want to give this 
	money to people who need it, they think I'm
	crazy.
		(cynically) 
	That's marvelous. That makes everything 
	complete.

243.	WIDER ANGLE 
To include group.

			FIRST DEPUTY SHERIFF 
	Let's get going!

			COBB 
	Wait a minute! Not so fast. We're going to get 
	a lawyer. I'll call Cedar.

			LONGFELLOW
		(thoroughly disillusioned)
	No, don't bother.

			CHARLIE 
	As a matter of fact, I'm from Mr. Cedar's 
	office. He represents the complainant.

			COBB
	Oh.

Longfellow glances up at him and smiles bitterly.

			FIRST DEPUTY SHERIFF 
	Well, let's go. We're wasting a lot of time.

He goes to one side of Longfellow, and his partner to the other.
They take Longfellow by the arms. He glances down casually and, 
suddenly, violently pushes the deputies away from him. They are thrown 
backward; their eyes widen in surprise.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(calmly rising) 
	All right, I'll go. But get your hands off me!

244.	MEDIUM SHOT
Longfellow starts to walk forward, accompanied by Cobb - and the two 
deputies and Charlie falls in behind them.

			THE SHERIFFS
		(ad-lib) 
	Make way! Make way!

245.	CLOSE SHOTS OF CLERKS 
To be intercut with above scene. They stare, petrified, and mumble to 
each other.

246.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Of the farmers and other applicants. The line has fallen out and they 
stand in a bunch, staring pathetically and hopelessly at the departing 
group.

247.	CLOSEUP OF THE FARMER 
Who stands in f.g. of bunch. What is taking place has slowly 
penetrated his befuddled brain. The disappointment he feared is here. 
His body imperceptibly sags, his eyes dim - all hope having gone out 
of them.

						FADE OUT:

FADE IN 

INSERT: SIGN reading: "COUNTY HOSPITAL"
 
					DISSOLVE THRU TO:

INT. CORRIDOR OF HOSPITAL 
248.	MEDIUM SHOT 
A guard sits at a desk near a door, talking on the telephone.

			GUARD 
		(on phone)
	Yes, most everybody in town has been here to see 
	him. Yes, sir. I won't. Goodbye--

Babe rounds the corner quickly, heading for the door. The guard 
hurriedly hangs up and stands to block her.

			GUARD 
	Sorry, lady--
		(recognizes her) 
	Oh, it's you again.

			BABE 
	Oh, please! I've got to see him.

			GUARD 
	Now listen, sister, for the fourteenth and last 
	time he don't want to see nobody.

			BABE 
		(pleading)
	Will you just give him my name?

			GUARD 
		(confidentially)
	Listen, toots, just between us, there ain't a 
	thing in the world the matter with that guy till I 
	mention your name, then he goes haywire!

Babe winces under the blow.

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM 
249.	MEDIUM SHOT
Longfellow is seated by the far wall, peering moodily out the window. 
Cobb paces about. Suddenly, he wheels on Longfellow.

			COBB
	What are you going to do - just sit back and let
	them railroad you? It's as pretty a frameup as 
	ever hit this rotten town! If you'd just let me 
	get you a lawyer!

Longfellow pays no attention to him.

250.	MED. CLOSE SHOT
As Cobb continues.

			COBB 
		(raises his voice)
	You can't walk into that courtroom without 
	being ready to protect yourself in the clinches. 
	Cedar's too smart. With the array of talent 
	he's got lined up against you - you're cooked!

Longfellow is still unresponsive. Cobb thinks a moment, watching him 
studiously; then pleading tenderly:

			COBB 
	Listen, pal - I know just how you feel. A 
	blonde in Syracuse put me through the same 
	paces. I came out with a sour puss - but full 
	of fight. Come on, you don't want to lay down 
	now.

Longfellow is still unresponsive.

			COBB 
	Do you realize what's happening? They're trying 
	to prove that you're nuts! If they win the case, 
	they'll shove you in the bughouse. The moment 
	they accuse you of it, they have you half 
	licked. You've got to fight!

Longfellow disregards him and Cobb sighs, resignedly.

INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE DOOR 
251.	MED. CLOSE SHOT
The guard is reading his paper. Babe is still waiting, pacing.

			GUARD 
	Go on, sit down, won't you?

252. 	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT DOOR
As Cobb comes out. The guard gets up to check the door is locked.

			GUARD
	So long, Mr. Cobb.

Cobb, in a troubled frame of mind, doesn't respond and starts down
corridor - CAMERA TRUCKS WITH HIM. Babe catches up with him.

			BABE 
	Corny!

Cobb doesn't stop. Babe grabs his arm:

			BABE 
	Corny!

Cobb stops. 

253.	CLOSE TWO SHOT
Cobb glares at Babe belligerently.

			BABE 
	I've got to see him! I've got to talk to him!

			COBB 
	Haven't you done enough damage already?

			BABE 
		(ignoring his attack)
	Somebody's got to help him! He hasn't got a 
	chance against Cedar. Look, I've been all over 
	town talking to everybody. I've got Mac all 
	lined up - and the paper's behind him. And I 
	can get him Livingston, too. With a lawyer like 
	Livingston, he's got a fighting chance.

			COBB 
		(coldly) 
	You're wasting your time. He doesn't want any 
	lawyers. He's sunk so low, he doesn't want help 
	from anybody.
		(bitterly) 
	You can take a bow for that. 
		(huskily) 
	As swell a guy as ever hit this town, and you 
	crucified him! For a couple of stinking 
	headlines! You've done your bit - now stay out 
	of his way!

He exits abruptly, leaving Babe staring despairingly at his 
disappearing back, his brutal diatribe ringing harshly in her ears.

					FADE OUT: 

FADE IN 

INSERT: NEWSPAPER HEADLINES

		"DEEDS SANITY HEARING TODAY!
		Semple Heir Charged With Incompetency! 
		'Should Be Confined To An Institution,' 
		Declares Cedar.

		"Longfellow Deeds Refuses Counsel; Remains 
		Incommunicado."

		"Farmers Aroused At Efforts to Balk Their 
		Benefactor."

		"Police Surround Courthouse In Anticipation 
		Of Outbreak."

					DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. COURTHOUSE 
254.	LONG SHOT
Of an unruly mob - being jostled by the police.

INT. CORRIDOR OF COURTHOUSE
255.	LONG SHOT
The corridor is jammed with curious public endeavoring to gain 
entrance. Perspiring police fight to keep them back.

INT. COURTROOM 
256.	FULL SHOT
It is practically full. The few empty seats are being quickly filled.
People stumble over each other to find a seat. The judge is not yet at 
his bench. There is a general chatter of excitement and anticipation.

257.	MED. SHOT - FRONT OF COURTROOM 
Among the spectators Babe sits beside Mac. She stares, expressionless. 
Mac glances at her sympathetically.

258.	MED. SHOT
Featuring the farmer who broke into Longfellow's house. Near him is 
the Swede we saw - and others.

259.	SHOT INSIDE RAILING 
Cedar and his assistants arrange their papers. Two dignified gentlemen, 
psychiatrists, await action, arms folded. Near them is Henry Semple,  
the complainant, his nose twitching nervously. By his side is his 
wife, sparkling expectantly.

260.	SHOT AT LONG TABLE 
At which sit a dozen newspaper reporters.

261.	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
From a side door Longfellow enters, accompanied by his guard. 
Immediately the place is astir. As he advances to a chair in front of 
a table--
 
262.	MED. FULL SHOT - COURTROOM
Necks crane for a glimpse. Whispered conversations take place.

263.	CLOSE SHOT - HENRY SEMPLE 
He looks guilty, nose twitching more violently than ever.

			SEMPLE
		(to Cedar)
	Here he is!

264.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE AND MAC
Babe sits up, her eyes riveted on Longfellow. Impulsively she starts 
to rise, but Mac puts a restraining hand on her.

265.	MED. CLOSE SHOT
Longfellow turns neither to left nor right. He is slumped low in his 
chair, staring solemnly into space. Cobb breaks into scene and sits 
down beside him.

			COBB 
		(full of excitement)
	Cedar just sent for me. Wants to make a 
	settlement. Here's your chance to get out of 
	the whole mess. What do you say?

He gets no response from Longfellow.

	There is a stir in the courtroom.

266.	MED. LONG SHOT
The bailiff calls out as the judge proceeds to his bench.

			BAILIFF 
	Quiet, please! The Supreme Court of the State of 
	New York, County of New York, is now in session, 
	the Honorable John May, Judge, presiding. Be 
	seated.

267.	MED. CLOSE SHOT
To include Judge and Longfellow.

			JUDGE 
	The court wishes to warn those present that it 
	will tolerate no disturbances. 
		(to Longfellow) 
	Regarding the sanity hearing of Longfellow 
	Deeds, are you represented by counsel, Mr. 
	Deeds?

Almost imperceptibly, Longfellow shakes his head no. The Judge looks 
troubled. There is a stir in the courtroom.

			JUDGE 
	I understand that you have no counsel, Mr. 
	Deeds. In fact, that you have no intention of 
	defending any of these charges. Now, if you 
	wish to change your mind, the hearing can be 
	postponed.

Getting no response from Longfellow, the Judge shrugs his shoulders.

			JUDGE 
	Proceed.  
        
					DISSOLVE TO:

INT. COURTROOM 
268.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Cedar is on his feet.

			CEDAR 
		(addressing the court)
	--and in the interests of my client, the only 
	other living relative of the late Martin W. 
	Semple, we cannot permit a fortune so huge to 
	be dissipated by a person whose incompetency 
	and abnormality we shall prove beyond any 
	reasonable doubt.

269.	PANNING SHOT OF SPECTATORS

			CEDAR'S VOICE 
	I have before me a series of articles written 
	by a newspaper woman who was an eyewitness to 
	his conduct ever since he came to New York.

CAMERA STOPS on Babe and Mac. Cedar's voice goes on:

			CEDAR 
	She tells how, in the midst of a normal 
	conversation, he would suddenly begin playing 
	his tuba. She tells of his attacks upon several 
	of our eminent writers - for no apparent reason. 
	In fact, there are many instances not recorded 
	in these articles in which Mr. Deeds satisfied 
	an unnatural desire to smash people up without 
	provocation.

270.	MED. SHOT - FRONT OF COURTROOM 

			CEDAR 
	I, myself, unable to keep pace with his mental 
	quirks, and constantly fearful of assault, 
	turned down an opportunity to represent him as 
	his attorney. This newspaper woman, whom we 
	have subpoenaed to testify, tells how he tied 
	up traffic for an hour feeding doughnuts to a 
	poor horse. And by his own statement, waiting 
	for that horse to ask for a cup of coffee.

There is laughter in the courtroom - which quickly subsides when the 
Judge pounds his gavel

			CEDAR 
	We have photographs to substantiate this little 
	episode, and other photographs showing Mr.
	Deeds jumping upon a fire engine. This scarcely 
	sounds like the action of a man in whom the 
	disposition of twenty million dollars may safely 
	be entrusted. This writer of these articles - 
	a woman whose intelligence and integrity in the 
	newspaper world is unquestioned - held him in 
	such contempt that she quite aptly named him 
	"The Cinderella Man."

271.	CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW 

			CEDAR'S VOICE 
	We have witnesses here from Mandrake Falls, his 
	own home town, who will tell of his conduct 
	throughout his lifetime, proving that his 
	derangement is neither recent nor a temporary 
	one.

Longfellow's interest is only slightly aroused. He lifts his eyes in 
a casual glance around him.

272.	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
Featuring Cedar.

			CEDAR 
	We have others who will tell of his unusual 
	behavior when he invited the great leaders of 
	the musical world to his home, and then 
	proceeded to forcibly eject them. Only recently 
	when he was in the County Hospital for 
	observation, he not only refused to be examined 
	by these gentlemen, the state psychiatrists, but 
	he actually made a violent attack upon them.

273.	CLOSE SHOT - THE JUDGE
As Cedar continues talking, CAMERA PULLS BACK to WIDER SHOT.

			CEDAR 
	In these times, with the country incapacitated 
	by economic ailments, and endangered with an 
	undercurrent of social unrest, the promulgation 
	of such a weird, fantastic and impractical plan 
	as contemplated by the defendant, is capable of 
	fomenting a disturbance from which the country 
	may not soon recover. It is our duty to stop it! 
	Our government is fully aware of its 
	difficulties and can pull itself out of its 
	economic rut without the assistance of Mr. 
	Deeds, or any other crackpot.

274.	MED. PANNING SHOT
Of farmers, the Swede and others.

			CEDAR'S VOICE 
	His attempted action must therefore be 
	attributed to a diseased mind afflicted with 
	hallucinations of grandeur, and obsessed with 
	an insane desire to become a public benefactor.

275.	CLOSE SHOT AT FRONT OF COURTROOM 
Featuring Cedar.

			CEDAR 
		(suddenly) 
	Your Honor, at this time, we would like to call
	our first witness: Miss Louise - Babe - Bennett.

276.	FULL SHOT
There is a mild stir, and all wait expectantly for Babe to appear.

			CLERK 
	Miss Bennett, please.

Babe, eyes on Longfellow, slowly walks to the stand.

277.	CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW
He has his face averted and doesn't look at her.

278.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Babe continues to rivet her eyes on Longfellow, as she is sworn in.

			CLERK 
	Raise your right hand, please.

She does so.

			CLERK 
	Do you solemnly swear the testimony you may 
	give before this court to be the truth, the 
	whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help 
	you God?

			BABE 
	I do.

			CLERK 
	State your right name, please.

			BABE 
	Louise Bennett.

			CLERK 
	Take the stand.

279.	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT WITNESS STAND 
As Cedar steps up to question Babe. Judge in f.g.

			CEDAR 
	Miss Bennett, are you employed by the Morning 
	Mail?

There is no answer. Babe continues to stare off at Longfellow, hoping 
he will look up. Cedar speaks to her again:

			CEDAR 
	I must ask you to direct your attention to me.

But Babe's attention remains focused on Longfellow.

			BABE 
		(appealing to Judge) 
	Your Honor, this is ridiculous!
 
			JUDGE 
	Please answer the questions.

			BABE 
		(wildly) 
	The whole hearing's ridiculous! That man's no 
	more insane than you are.

The suddenness of her outbreak is startling. The Judge pounds his 
gavel.

280.	WIDER ANGLE - FRONT OF COURTROOM 
The judge pounding his gavel.
 
			JUDGE
	Miss Bennett, please!

			CEDAR
	This is outrageous!

			BABE 
		(rising to stand)
	It's obviously a frameup. They're trying to 
	railroad this man for the money they can get 
	out of him!

			CEDAR 
	Your Honor!

The Judge pounds his gavel throughout her speech.

			JUDGE 
		(highly) 
	Young lady, another outburst like that and I 
	shall hold you in contempt! We're not interested 
	in your opinion of the merits of this case. 
	You're here to testify. Sit down and answer the 
	questions. Proceed.

Cedar beams victoriously.

			CEDAR 
	Thank you, Your Honor. Are you employed by the 
	Morning Mail?

			BABE
		(sharply)
	No!

Cedar's eyes widen in surprise. There is a light stir.

			CEDAR 
		(threateningly)
	You are under oath, Miss Bennett. I ask you 
	again - are you employed by the Morning Mail?

			BABE 
		(irritably) 
	No! I resigned last week!

281.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW 
As Cedar proceeds without interruption.

				CEDAR'S VOICE
	Well, prior to that time were you employed by 
	the Morning Mail?

				BABE'S VOICE
		(laconically) 
	Yes.

282.	CLOSE SHOT AT WITNESS STAND - BABE AND CEDAR

			CEDAR 
	Were you given an assignment to follow the 
	activities of Longfellow Deeds?

			BABE
	Yes.

			CEDAR 
	Did you subsequently write a series of articles 
	about him?

			BABE 
	Yes!

			CEDAR 
		(holding them up) 
	Are these the articles?

			BABE 
	Yes!


			CEDAR 
	Were you present when all these things took 
	place?
 
			BABE 
	Yes!

			CEDAR 
	Are they true! 

			BABE 
	NO!

			CEDAR 
	But they did take place?

			BABE 
	They're colored! Just to make him look silly!

			CEDAR 
	And you saw them happen?

			BABE
	Yes, but I--

			CEDAR 
		(preemptorily)
	That's all, Miss Bennett.

			BABE 
		(half shrieking) 
	It isn't all! I'd like to explain--

			CEDAR 
		(brusquely) 
	That's all, Miss Bennett. That's all.

283.	MEDIUM SHOT
A bailiff takes Babe by the arm.

			BAILIFF 
	Come on, miss - come on!

			CEDAR 
		(simultaneously, to Judge)
	Your Honor, I'd like to submit these articles 
	as evidence.

Babe struggles away from the bailiff.

			BABE 
		(frantically)
	Let go of me!
		(steps up to Judge; wildly) 
	What kind of hearing is this? What are you 
	trying to do - persecute the man? He's not 
	defending himself. Somebody's got to do it!

Throughout her tirade, the Judge has been angrily pounding his gavel.

			JUDGE 
	Miss Bennett, please!

284.	CLOSER SHOT
Featuring Babe and Judge.

			BABE 
	I've got a right to be heard! I've attended 
	dozens of cases like this. They're usually 
	conducted without any formality at all. 
	Anybody can be heard! My opinion is as good as 
	these quack psychiatrists. I know him better 
	than they do.

			JUDGE 
	Miss Bennett, if you have quite finished, I 
	should like to inform you that one more 
	utterance from you and I shall place you under 
	arrest.
		(leans back) 
	I'm willing to hear anything anyone has to say 
	but I insist on it being done in an orderly 
	fashion. When you have learned to show some 
	respect for this court, you may return. 
		(dismissing her) 
	Until then, you'd better go back to your seat 
	and calm down.

			BAILIFF 
	This way, miss.

285.	WIDER ANGLE 
As Babe is led away, there is another courtroom stir.

			BAILIFF'S VOICE
	Order in the court!

When Babe is out of sight, the Judge turns to Longfellow.

			JUDGE 
	Mr. Deeds, have you anything to say in defense 
	of these articles?

286.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND COBB  
Longfellow shakes his head. Cobb glances to him helplessly.

287.	CLOSE SHOT - JUDGE
He shrugs.

288.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE
As she sits down beside Mac - who places an affectionate arm around
her shoulders.

			JUDGE 
	Mr. Deeds?
		(again no reply) 
	Mark these Exhibit A for the plaintiff.

			CLERK 
	Yes, Your Honor.

			JUDGE 
	Proceed.   

					DISSOLVE TO:

289.	MED. SHOT - FRONT OF COURTROOM
Two old ladies are being led to the witness stand. Their eyelids 
flutter excitedly as they go.

290.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW 
He looks up, sees the old ladies and smiles at them friendily.

291.	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT JUDGE'S BENCH
Against the drone of the clerk, who swears witnesses in:

			CEDAR 
	The Falkner sisters are rather timid, Your Honor, 
	and wish to be together. If the court pleases, I 
	will only have one of them testify.

			JUDGE 
		(impatiently) 
	Yes! Yes! Let's get on with it.

Cedar turns to them.

292.	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT WITNESS STAND 
As Cedar addresses one of the old ladies.

			CEDAR 
	What is your name, please?

			JANE 
	Jane Falkner. This is my sister, Amy.

			AMY
		(agreeing)
	Amy. Yes.

			CEDAR 
	I'll direct my questions to you, Miss Jane. 
	You can answer for both. Do you know the 
	defendant, Mr. Longfellow Deeds?

The two old ladies look at each other, then in the direction in which 
Cedar points.

			JANE 
	Oh yes, yes - of course we know him.

			CEDAR 
		(a little nervously) 
	How long have you known him?

Jane turns to her sister, and they whisper to each other.

			JANE 
		(turns to Cedar)
	Since he was born.

			AMY 
	Yes. Elsie Taggart was the midwife.

			JANE 
	He was a seven-months baby.

			CEDAR 
	Thank you, that's fine. Do you see him very often?

The two old ladies have their whispered conference again. 

			JANE 
		Most every day.

				AMY
	Sometimes twice.

			JUDGE
		(irascibly)
	Must we have the echo?

			CEDAR 
	Suppose you just answer, Miss Jane. Now, will you 
	tell the Court what everybody at home thinks of 
	Longfellow Deeds?

The two old ladies consult each other once more.

			JANE 
	They think he's pixilated.

			AMY
	Oh yes, pixilated.

			JUDGE 
		(leaning forward)
	He's what?

			CEDAR 
		(concerned) 
	What was that you said he was?

			JANE
	Pixilated.

			AMY
	Uh-huh.

			CEDAR
		(patiently)
	Now, that's a rather strange word to use, Miss
	Jane. Can you tell the court exactly what it
	means?

While the two ladies go into a huddle:

293.	CLOSE SHOT - PSYCHIATRISTS 
As one of them speaks up.

			PSYCHIATRIST 
	Perhaps I can explain, Your Honor. The word 
	pixilated is an early American expression - 
	derived from the word 'pixies,' meaning elves. 
	They would say, 'The pixies had got him,' as 
	we nowadays would say a man is 'balmy.'

294.	MEDIUM SHOT 
The Judge nods his understanding. The Falkner sisters nod in pleasant 
agreement. Cedar sighs victoriously.

			CEDAR
	Is that correct? 

			JANE
	Uh-huh. 

				AMY 
	Uh-huh.

			JUDGE 
	Now tell me, why does everyone think he's - uh -
	pixilated? Does he do peculiar things?

295.	MED. SHOT TOWARD WITNESS STAND

			JANE 
		(after conferring with Amy) 
	He walks in the rain, without his hat, and 
	talks to himself.

			AMY 
	Sometimes he whistles.

			JANE
	And sings.

			CEDAR 
	Anything else?

			JANE
	Recently he gave Chuck Dillon a thumping. 

			AMY 
	Blacked his eye.
 
			CEDAR 
	And why?

			JANE
	For no reason, I guess. He always does it.  We
	always run into the house when we see him 
	coming.

			AMY 
	Never can tell what he's going to do.

			JANE 
	He sure is pixilated.

			AMY
		Oh, yes - he's pixilated all right

			CEDAR 
	Thank you, ladies. That's all.

Cedar beams. The old ladies leave to resume their seats.

					DISSOLVE TO:

296.	CLOSE SHOT IN WITNESS STAND 
A Policeman in uniform.

			POLICEMAN 
	They kept hollering: "Back to Nature! Back to 
	Nature!" I thought they looked harmless enough 
	so I took them home. I never thought he was 
	cracked.

					WIPE OFF TO: 

297.	CLOSE SHOT IN WITNESS STAND 
The waiter at "Tullio's."

			WAITER 
	I'm a waiter. He kept pressing me to point out 
	the celebrities, and so help me Hannah I'm 
	coming out of the kitchen a coupla minutes 
	later and there he is moppin' up the floors 
	with them. I never figured he was a guy 
	looking for trouble.

					WIPE OFF TO:

298.	CLOSE SHOT IN WITNESS STAND 
Mme. Pomponi.

			MME. POMPONI 
		(expostulating) 
	He threw us out bodily! But bodily!

					WIPE OFF TO:

299.	MED. CLOSE SHOT IN WITNESS STAND
Of one of the bodyguards on witness stand.

			BODYGUARD
	We was hired as his bodyguard, see? Well, the
	first crack out of the box, he throws us in a 
	room and locks the door, see? Now, if a thing 
	like that gets around in our profession, we'd 
	get the bird - see? So I says to my partner, 
	"Let's quit this guy, he's nuts!"

						WIPE OFF TO:

300.	CLOSE SHOT IN WITNESS STAND 
A Cockney cabman.

			CABMAN 
	I'm very fond of Clara, sir. She's a nice 'orse. 
	And when this bloke 'ere started feedin' 'er 
	doughnuts, I yelled down to him, "Mind what 
	you're doin' down there! Mind what you're 
	doing!" Of course I wouldn't mind, sir, but 
	Clara won't eat nothin' but doughnuts, now.

					WIPE OFF TO:

301.	WIDE SHOT
Of one of the photographers (Bob) and enlarged photographs of 
Longfellow's antics.

			BAILIFF'S VOICE 
	Come to order.

			CEDAR 
	Your Honor, I wish to call your attention to 
	these exhibits. Mr. Davis, do you recognize 
	these reproductions?

			BOB 
	Sure, they're good enlargements. Where'd you 
	have them made?

			CEDAR 
	Did you make the originals of them?

			BOB 
	Sure. I took the originals. Taking pictures is 
	my business. I photograph a lot of nuts.

					WIPE OFF TO:

As Cedar speaks.

			CEDAR 
	And now, Your Honor, if the court pleases, I 
	shall call upon Dr. Emil Von Holler, if he will 
	be good enough to give us his opinion. Dr. Von 
	Holler, as you know, is the eminent Austrian 
	psychiatrist - probably the greatest authority 
	on the subject in the world. At present he is 
	in this country on a lecture tour, and has 
	graciously volunteered his services. Dr. Von 
	Holler?

While he is still speaking,

			VOICE OF BAILIFF 
	Dr. Von Holler!

					DISSOLVE TO:

302.	WIDER ANGLE
As the clerk finishes swearing Dr. Von Holler in.

			CLERK 
	Do you solemnly swear the testimony you are 
	about to give in the case now pending before 
	this court shall be the truth, the whole truth 
	and nothing but the truth, so help you God? 
	State your right name, please.

			VON HOLLER 
		(a slight Austrian accent)
	Emil Von Holler.

			CLERK 
	Take the stand.

303.	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT WITNESS STAND
On Von Holler and Cedar.

			CEDAR
	Now Dr. Von Holler  will you kindly tell the
	court what your opinion is on this case?

			VON HOLLER 
	This is purely a case of manic depression. In 
	cases of this kind, patients sometimes go on 
	for years before being detected.

He turns to one of the psychiatrists, sitting with the Judge.

			VON HOLLER 
	You remember, Dr. Fosdick, in my last book there 
	are some very fine examples.

			DR. FOSDICK 
		(nodding)
	Uh-huh.

			VON HOLLER 
	Especially, the one of the young nobleman, you 
	remember?

			DR. FOSDICK 
	Oh, yes. Yes, of course Dr. Von Holler. Very 
	interesting.

			VON HOLLER 
	It reminds me very much of this one. Nicht wahr?

			DR. FOSDICK
	Ja.

			VON HOLLER 
	It takes so long to detect them--
		(to Judge) 
	--because their mood changes so often and so 
	quickly. Now, Your Honor, may I show you? May I 
	use the chart?

			JUDGE 
	By all means. 

He moves to a blackboard. There are chalk marks on it. A straight line 
runs diagonally across the center. Other lines run zig-zag over and 
below this center line.

			VON HOLLER 
		(indicating chart)
	Below here, they are extremely depressed, 
	melancholy, impossible to live with, and 
	often become violent.
		(running a line up) 
	From this mood the manic depressive might 
	gradually change until they reach this state. 
		(he reaches the center line) 
	Here is lucidity. Here they are perfectly 
	normal. As normal as you or I--
		(smiling) 
	--assuming, of course, that we are normal. 
		(he starts up with chalk) 
	Then, the mood changes again until--
		(chalk reaches top) 
	--they reach this state, a state of highest 
	exaltation. Here everything is fine. Here the 
	world is beautiful. Here they are so elated - 
	how do you express it?
		(quickly, as it comes to him) 
	--they would give you the shirt off their 
	backs!

			CEDAR 
	Dr. Von Holler, how would you say that applied 
	to Mr. Deeds's case?

			VON HOLLER 
	The symptoms are obvious. 
		(points to top line) 
	When he was here, on top of the wave, he felt 
	nothing but kindliness and warmth toward his 
	fellow-men. He wanted them around him. So he 
	decided he would give a big reception. But in 
	the meantime, his mood has changed. 
		(chalk goes down) 
	He is now at the bottom of the wave - depressed
	- melancholy. So, when his guests arrive, he 
	throws them out. They are now his imaginary 
	enemies.

304.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW 
As Von Holler's voice continues:

			VON HOLLER'S VOICE 
	Other instances of high elation are when he 
	plays his tuba, when he writes his poetry, when 
	he chases fire engines in his desire to help 
	humanity. This is contrasted with his present 
	mood, which is so low that even the instinct 
	for self-preservation is lacking.

305.	MED. SHOT FRONT OF COURTROOM 
Von Holler still continues:

			VON HOLLER 
	Oh, the man is verrukt. Your Honor, this is 
	decidedly a case of a manic depressive.

			CEDAR 
	Thank you, Dr. Von Holler.

Dr. Von Holler returns to his seat.

306.	FULL SHOT - COURTROOM

			CEDAR
	Your Honor, we rest.

There is a shifting of bodies, and a renewed interest, as they wait 
for the next move. The Judge and his own two experts go into an 
inaudible huddle.

307.	CLOSE SHOT - COBB AND LONGFELLOW 
Longfellow is slumped in his seat, head down.

			COBB 
	Come on, what're you going to do? Let them get 
	away with it? They got you cooked.

Longfellow does not budge.

There is an expectant stir in the courtroom among the spectators and 
rows of reporters.

308.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE JUDGE AND HIS EXPERTS
Judge comes out of his huddle and glances at Longfellow.

			JUDGE 
		(leaning forward)
	Mr. Deeds, before the court arrives at a 
	decision, isn't there anything you wish to say?

309.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW AND COBB 
Longfellow shakes his head slightly.

			COBB 
		(whispering) 
	Come on - don't be a sap!

CONTINUATION SCENE 308 
The Judge watches him a few moments, hesitatingly, and then turns to 
his experts.

310.	MED. SHOT - NEWSPAPER REPORTERS 

			A REPORTER  
	He's sunk.

311.	CLOSE SHOT - CEDAR AND HIS CLIENTS, ASSISTANTS ETC.
They smirk confidently.

312.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE AND MAC 
She stares, panic-stricken.

313.	MED. SHOT
Of the Swede, the farmer, and others. Their faces show their 
resentment.

314.	MED. SHOT FRONT OF COURTROOM

			JUDGE 
		(to the two experts)
	You both concur?

			EXPERTS
		(ad-lib) 
	Oh, positively.

The Judge emerges from his consultation with his experts and 
addresses Longfellow.

			JUDGE 
	Mr. Deeds, in view of the extensive testimony 
	and your continued silence and upon 
	recommendation of the doctors, the Court 
	considers it advisable for your own safety that 
	you be committed to an institution as prescribed 
	by law. You need medical attention, Mr. Deeds. 
		(shrugs) 
	Perhaps in a little while--

Suddenly the air is rent with the shrill voice of Babe.

			BABE 
	No! No! No! Wait a minute!

All are startled and look up. Babe runs right to the judge.

			BABE 
	You can't do it! You've got to make him talk.

			CEDAR'S VOICE
	Your Honor, I object!

She turns directly to Longfellow - leaning over close to him.

315.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE AND LONGFELLOW 

			BABE 
		(pleading softly)
	Oh, darling, please. I know everything I've 
	done. I know how horrible I've been. No matter 
	what happens, if you never see me again, do 
	this for me.

			JUDGE'S VOICE
	Miss Bennett, please!

			BABE 
		(frantically)
	You said I could speak! You said I could have 
	my say if I were rational. I'm rational. Please, 
	let me take the witness chair.

316.	WIDER ANGLE

			BABE 
	He must be made to defend himself before you 
	arrive at a decision.

			JUDGE 
	Very well. Take the stand.

Babe goes up to the witness stand and sits down.

			BABE 
	Oh, thank you!

			CEDAR 
		(shouting) 
	Your Honor, what she is saying has no bearing 
	on the case. I object.

			JUDGE 
	Let her speak.

			BABE 
	I know why he won't defend himself! That 
	has a bearing on the case, hasn't it? He's been 
	hurt! He's been hurt by everybody's he met 
	since he came here, principally by me. He's 
	been the victim of every conniving crook in 
	town. The newspapers pounced on him - made him 
	a target for their feeble humor.

317.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE

			BABE 
	I was smarter than the rest of them! I got 
	closer to him so I could laugh louder. Why 
	shouldn't he keep quiet? Every time he said 
	anything it was twisted around to sound 
	imbecilic.

318.	CLOSEUP BABE
As she continues

			BABE 
	He can thank me for it! I handed the gang a 
	grand laugh. This is a fitting climax to my 
	sense of humor.

319.	WIDER ANGLE
As Cedar protests.

			CEDAR 
	But Your Honor - this is preposterous!

The judge waves him down with a dismissing gesture of his hand.

			BABE 
	Certainly I wrote those articles. I was going 
	to get a raise - and a month's vacation! But I
	stopped writing them when I found out what he 
	was all about! When I realized how real he was.

320.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW 
As Babe's voice continues:

			BABE'S VOICE 
	He could never fit in with our distorted 
	viewpoint because he's honest and sincere - and 
	good. If that man is crazy, Your Honor, the 
	rest of us belong in straight-jackets.

321.	MED. SHOT 
Cedar jumps up.

			CEDAR 
	Your Honor, this is absurd. The woman's 
	obviously in love with him.

			BABE 
	What's that got to do with it?

			CEDAR 
		(shouting) 
	Well, you are in love with him, aren't you?

			BABE 
		(shouting back) 
	What's that got to do with it?

			CEDAR 
		(louder) 
	You are, aren't you?

			BABE 
		(just as loud) 
	Yes!!!

322.	CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW
To be intercut during her speech. At first he merely glances up at 
her speculatively. Finally, he begins to show some interest.

323.	MED. SHOT FRONT OF COURTROOM 
Cedar turns to the Judge.

			CEDAR 
	Your Honor, her testimony is of no value. Why 
	shouldn't she defend him? It's a tribute to 
	American womanhood - the instinct to protect 
	the weak. I'm not saying that nobody likes the 
	boy. I cherish a fond affection for him myself. 
	But that doesn't mean to say--

In the middle of his speech, Mac - the editor - appears at his elbow. 

			MAC 
	When the windbag here gets through, Your Honor, 
	I'd like to verify what Miss Bennett said. I'm 
	her editor. When she quit her job, she told me 
	what a swell fellow this man was. And anything 
	Babe Bennett says is okay with me.

			JUDGE 
	If you have anything to say, you will take the 
	stand.

			MAC 
	I've already said it, Your Honor. I just 
	thought I'd like to get my two cents in.

As he starts to go, CAMERA PANNING WITH HIM, he passes Longfellow. He 
nudges him.

			MAC 
	Don't be a sucker, pal. Stand up and speak your 
	piece.

He disappears to his seat.

			COBB 
	Your Honor. I've got a couple of cents I'd like 
	to put in--
 
			JUDGE 
	Sit down!

			COBB 
	I've been with this man ever since he came to 
	New York--

324.	MED. SHOT
Shooting toward the judge. He pounds his gavel, interrupting Cobb.

			JUDGE 
	Sit down! There will be no further 
	interruptions.

Almost simultaneously with the Judge's speech, the farmer, somewhere 
in the audience, rises to his feet.

			FARMER 
	How about us, Mr. Deeds!

325.	MED. SHOT
Shooting toward audience. As the farmer finishes, a dozen others are 
on their feet.

			CROWD 
		(ad-lib) 
	Yes! What about us, Mr. Deeds!
	You're not going to leave us out in the cold! 
	They're trying to frame you, Mr. Deeds!

The turmoil is general, with bailiffs running to quiet them. The Judge 
pounding his gavel, incensed.

			BAILIFF'S VOICE
	Order! Order!

			JUDGE 
		(when quiet reigns)
	In the interest of Mr. Deeds, I have tolerated 
	a great deal of informality. But if there is 
	one more outburst, I shall have the courtroom 
	cleared.

			LONGFELLOW
	Your Honor--

			JUDGE 
		(surprised) 
	Yes?
	
				LONGFELLOW 
	I'd like to get in my two cents' worth.

			JUDGE 
	Take the stand!

There is a general stir of excitement - and whispering.

326.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE 
Her eyes sparkle happily.

327.	CLOSE SHOT - CEDAR AND CLIENTS
The clients look up at Cedar, concerned. Cedar comforts them with a 
confident grimace.

328 	MED. SHOT
To include Longfellow, Judge, and others around them. Longfellow 
hesitates.

			JUDGE 
	Proceed.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Well, I don't know where to begin. There's been 
	so many things said about me that I--

329.	CLOSE SHOT AT WITNESS STAND 
Longfellow continues:

			LONGFELLOW 
	About my playing the tuba. Seems like a lot of 
	fuss has been made about that. If a man's 
	crazy just 'cause he plays the tuba, then 
	somebody better look into it, 'cause there are 
	a lot of tuba players running around loose. Of 
	course, I don't see any harm in it. I play mine 
	whenever I want to concentrate. That may sound 
	funny to some people - but everybody does 
	something silly when they're thinking. For 
	instance, the Judge here is an O-filler ...

330.	WIDER ANGLE
Front of courtroom.

			JUDGE 
	A what?

			LONGFELLOW
	An O-filler. You fill in all the spaces in the
	O's, with your pencil.
		(points to desk)
	I was watching you.

The Judge looks down at a paper in front of him.

INSERT: OF A PRINTED DOCUMENT 
Of some sort. All the O's and P's and R's have the white spaces 
pencilled in.

331.	CLOSEUP - JUDGE 
As he looks up from the document. He is a trifle self-conscious. 
Laughter comes from the courtroom.

			LONGFELLOW'S VOICE 
	That may make you look a little crazy, Your 
	Honor, just sitting around filling in O's - but 
	I don't see anything wrong 'cause that helps 
	you to think. Other people are doodlers.

			JUDGE
	Doodlers?

332.	MED. SHOT - FRONT OF COURTROOM

			LONGFELLOW 
	That's a name we made up back home for people 
	who make foolish designs on paper when they're 
	thinking. It's called doodling. Almost 
	everybody's a doodler. Did you ever see a 
	scratch pad in a telephone booth? People draw 
	the most idiotic pictures when they're thinking. 
	Dr. Von Holler, here, could probably think up a 
	long name for it, because he doodles all the 
	time.

Dr. Von Holler, who is in the middle of some doodling, flinches. A 
roar of laughter comes from the spectators. Longfellow reaches over 
to where Dr. Von Holler sits and picks up a piece of paper.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(to Dr. Von Holler)
	Thank you.
         		(returning to the stand) 
	This is a piece of paper he was scribbling on. 
		(scrutinizes it) 
	I can't figure it out. One minute it looks like 
	a chimpanzee - and the next minute it looks 
	like a picture of Mr. Cedar.
		(hands it to him) 
	You look at it, Judge.

The Judge, with a serious mien, takes the paper.

INSERT: OF PAPER 
It is a doodle face.

BACK TO SCENE:
Dr. Von Holler is somewhat uncomfortable.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Exhibit A - for the defense. 
		(after a pause) 
	Looks kind of stupid, doesn't it, Your Honor? 
	But I guess that's all right if Dr. Von Holler 
	has to doodle to help him think. That's his 
	business. Everybody does something different. 
	Some people are--
		(demonstrates) 
	ear-pullers - some are nail-biters--
		(pointing) 
	That Mr. Semple over there is a nose-twitcher.

333.	CLOSE SHOT - SEMPLE AND HIS WIFE 
He looks up, startled, his nose twitching more violently than ever.
The courtroom rocks with laughter.

His wife, in her nervousness, pulls at her fingers.

			LONGFELLOW'S VOICE 
	And the lady next to him is a knuckle-cracker.

Mrs. Semple quickly drops her hands in her lap, as the courtroom 
again fills with laughter.

334. 	CLOSE SHOT - COBB 
He swings a key-ring around his forefinger. Suddenly he realizes 
Longfellow might get to him, and he hastily palms the keys and shoves 
them in his pocket.

335.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - NEWSPAPER REPORTERS
One is leaning forward, listening intently - biting the end of his 
pencil. The one next to him nudges him and silently points to the 
pencil in his mouth. The reporter gets the idea and, smiling 
sheepishly, yanks it out of his mouth.

336.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - FRONT OF COURTROOM

			LONGFELLOW 
	So you see, everybody does silly things to help 
	them think.
		(in conclusion)  
	Well, I play the tuba.

337.	CLOSE SHOT - MAC 
As he bursts forth.

			MAC 
	Nice work, toots!

The crowd echoes him with shouts and laughter.

338.	CLOSE SHOT - JUDGE 
He glares off scene at Mac, reprimandingly.

339.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE
She is amused at the embarrassment Longfellow has caused them all.

340.	CLOSE SHOT - CEDAR AND HIS CLIENTS 
They squirm uncomfortably.

341.	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT WITNESS STAND 
Longfellow in chair - Judge at bench, b.g. 

			JUDGE  
	Mr. Deeds, do you recall forcibly ejecting 
	people from your home?

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh, yes. Yes. About my throwing those people out 
	of my house. Mrs. Pomponi told the truth. I did 
	throw them out because I didn't want the party 
	in the first place. I didn't invite anybody. Mrs. 
	Pomponi did all that. They just came to see what 
	kind of a freak the "Cinderella Man" was. I 
	don't know how people like that are supposed to 
	act, Your Honor, but if that Pomponi woman is an 
	example, I'll stick to simple folks. She just 
	came in, talked my ear off, and took charge of 
	everything. If I were a friend of hers, I'd have 
	her examined.

342.	MED. SHOT OF COURTROOM 
Featuring Longfellow. Cedar, who cannot stand it any longer, jumps 
to his feet.
                
			CEDAR 
	Your Honor, this is becoming farcical. I demand
	that Mr. Deeds dispense with side remarks and 
	confine himself to facts! Let him explain his 
	wanderings around the streets in underclothes, 
	his feeding doughnuts to horses!

			JUDGE'S VOICE
	Proceed.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Mr. Cedar's right. Those things do look kind of 
	bad, don't they? But to tell the truth, Your 
	Honor, I don't remember them. I guess they
	happened, all right, because I don't think a 
	policeman would lie about a thing like that, 
	but I was drunk. It was the first time I was 
	ever drunk in my life. It's probably happened 
	to you, some time. I mean, when you were 
	younger, of course.

The Judge clears his throat in embarrassment. Several women giggle. 
The Judge sternly pounds his gavel.

343.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW 

			LONGFELLOW 
	It's likely to happen to anybody. Just the 
	other morning I read in the paper about Mr. 
	Cedar's own son - about how he got drunk and 
	insisted on driving a taxi-cab, while the 
	driver sat inside. Isn't that so, Mr. Cedar?
	Isn't that so, Mr. Cedar?

344.	MED. SHOT OF COURTROOM 
All eyes have turned to Cedar.

345.	CLOSE SHOT - CEDAR
His eyes are beginning to blaze angrily.

			CEDAR 
	Your Honor, I object.

			JUDGE 
	Proceed.

346.	MEDIUM SHOT

			LONGFELLOW 
	Now about the Falkner sisters. That's kind of 
	funny. I mean about Mr. Cedar going all the way 
	to Mandrake Falls to bring them here. Do you 
	mind if I talk to them?

			JUDGE 
	Not at all.

Longfellow turns. Everybody stretches to get a better look at them.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Jane, who owns the house you live in?
 
347.	CLOSE SHOT - THE SISTERS 
The girls consult with each other.

			JANE 
	Why, you own it, Longfellow.

			AMY 
	Yes, you own it.

			LONGFELLOW'S VOICE
	Do you pay any rent?

			JANE 
		(after conferring with Amy) 
	No, we don't pay any rent.

			AMY 
	Good heavens, no! We never pay rent.

348.	WIDER ANGLE 
As Longfellow continues questioning:

			LONGFELLOW
	Are you happy there?

			JANE
	Oh, yes.

			AMY 
	Yes, indeed.

			LONGFELLOW
	Now, Jane, a little while ago you said I was
	pixilated. Do you still think so? 

			JANE 
		(after the usual conference)
	Why, you've always been pixilated, Longfellow.

			AMY 
	Always.

			LONGFELLOW 
		(smiling) 
	That's fine. I guess maybe I am. 
		(seriously) 
	Now tell me something, Jane. Who else in 
	Mandrake Falls is pixilated?

Jane turns to her sister and this time they go into a prolonged 
huddle. It is apparently a difficult thing to figure out. Finally they 
come out of it.

			JANE 
	Why, everybody in Mandrake Falls is 
	pixilated - except us.

			AMY 
	Uh-huh.

349.	MED. SHOT OF SPECTATORS 
There is an outburst of laughter which the Judge quickly quells with 
his gavel.

350.	MED. SHOT - DIFFERENT ANGLE

			LONGFELLOW 
	Now, just one more question. Do you see the 
	Judge here? He's a nice man, isn't he?

			JANE & AMY 
	Uh-huh.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Do you think he's pixilated?

			JANE 
		(quickly)
	Oh, yes.

			AMY 
	Yes, indeedy.

There is more laughter. More pounding of the judiciary gavel.

351.	CLOSE SHOT - CEDAR
He feels his case slowly crumbling.

352.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE 
She can scarcely conceal her elation.

353.	MED. SHOT - FRONT OF COURTROOM

			JUDGE 
	Mr. Deeds, you haven't yet touched upon a most 
	important thing. This rather fantastic idea of 
	yours to want to give away your entire fortune. 
	It is, to say the least, most uncommon.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Oh yes, I was getting to that, Your Honor.

CAMERA MOVES TO CLOSER SHOT, featuring Longfellow and judge, as 
former continues:

			LONGFELLOW 
	Suppose you were living in a small town and 
	getting along fine, and suddenly somebody 
	dropped $20,000,000 in your lap. Supposing you 
	discovered that all that money was messing up 
	your life, was bringing a lot of vultures around 
	your neck, and making you lose faith in 
	everybody. You'd be a little worried, wouldn't 
	you? You'd feel that you had a hot potato in 
	your hand, and you'd want to drop it. I guess 
	Dr. Von Holler would say you were riding on--
		(points to chart) 
	--those bottom waves, 'cause you wanted to drop 
	something that was burning your fingers.

354.	MEDIUM SHOT 
Cedar springs to his feet.

			CEDAR 
		(shouting) 
	If this man is permitted to carry out his plan, 
	repercussions will be felt that will rock the 
	foundations of our entire governmental system!

The Judge has pounded him into silence.

			JUDGE
	Please, Mr. Cedar!
		(to Longfellow)
	Proceed.

355.	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT WITNESS STAND

			LONGFELLOW 
	Personally, I don't know what Mr. Cedar's 
	raving about. From what I can see, no matter 
	what system of government we have, there will 
	always be leaders and always be followers.

356.	MED. CLOSE SHOT 
Farmers in audience, as Longfellow's voice continues:

			LONGFELLOW'S VOICE 
	It's like the road out in front of my house. 
	It's on a steep hill. Every day I watch the 
	cars climbing up. Some go lickety-split up that 
	hill on high--

357.	FULL SHOT

			LONGFELLOW 
	--some have to shift into second - and some 
	sputter and shake and slip back to the bottom 
	again. Same cars - same gasoline - yet some 
	make it and some don't. And I say the fellows 
	who can make the hill on high should stop once 
	in a while and help those who can't.

358.	MEDIUM SHOT

			LONGFELLOW 
		(making his point)
	That's all I'm trying to do with this money. 
	Help the fellows who can't make the hill on 
	high.

359.	CLOSE SHOT LONGFELLOW

			LONGFELLOW 
		(hotly) 
	What does Mr. Cedar expect me to do with it? 
	Give it to him - and a lot of other people who 
	don't need it?
		(rising; sarcastically) 
	If you don't mind, Your Honor, I'll ride on 
	those top waves for a minute. 
		(calls out) 
	Hey, all you fellows out there! All those who 
	applied for a farm, stand up!

360.	REVERSE ANGLE 
Showing most of the audience struggling to their feet.
 
361.	MED. CLOSE SHOT - WITNESS CHAIR

			LONGFELLOW 
	See all those fellows? They're the ones I'm 
	trying to help. They need it! 
		(pointing) 
	Mr. Cedar and that Mr. Semple don't need 
	anything. They've got plenty! It's like I'm out 
	in a big boat and I see one fellow in a rowboat 
	who's tired of rowing and wants a free ride and 
	another fellow who's drowning. Who would you 
	expect me to rescue? Mr. Cedar, who just got 
	tired of rowing and wants a free ride? Or those 
	men out there who are drowning? Any ten-year 
	old child will give you the answer to that. 
		(to farmers, etc. - in courtroom)
	All right, fellows. Thank you. Sit down.

362.	MEDIUM SHOT - FRONT OF COURTROOM 

			LONGFELLOW 
	Now, my plan is very simple. I was going to 
	give each family ten acres - a horse, a cow and 
	some seed. And if they work the farm for three 
	years, it's theirs. Now, if that's crazy, maybe 
	I ought to be sent to an institution. But I 
	don't think it is. And what's more, Mr. Cedar 
	doesn't either.
		(vehemently) 
	Just before the hearing started, he offered to 
	call the whole thing off if I made a settlement 
	with him. So you see, he wouldn't think I was 
	crazy if he got paid off.

363.	CLOSE SHOT - CEDAR  
He jumps to his feet, highly incensed.

			CEDAR
	It's a lie!

			JUDGE 
	Mr. Cedar!

			CEDAR
	Mr. Deeds is drawing on his warped imagination! 

364.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW
As he listens to Cedar, watching him antagonistically.

			CEDAR'S VOICE 
	I've never heard anything so colossally stupid 
	in my life!

Longfellow's eyes narrow resentfully.

365.	WIDER ANGLE 
To include Longfellow, Cedar and Judge.

			CEDAR 
	It's an insult to our intelligence to sit here 
	and listen to his childish ravings.

Throughout his speech the judge has been pounding his gavel. 
Longfellow has his eyes leveled off on Cedar.

			JUDGE
		(when quiet reigns)
	You will please permit Mr. Deeds to finish.

			CEDAR 
	But Your Honor--

			JUDGE
	Mr. Cedar!

Cedar, grumblingly, remains standing. Judge asks Longfellow:

			JUDGE 
	Anything else, Mr. Deeds?

			LONGFELLOW 
		(eye still on Cedar)
		No.
		(changes his mind; turns to Judge) 
	Yes. There's just one more thing I'd like to 
	get off my chest before I finish.

			JUDGE 
	Proceed.

			LONGFELLOW 
	Thank you, Your Honor.

He rises to his feet, takes one step forward, and clouts Cedar flush 
on the jaw. As Cedar falls into the arms of an associate, pandemonium 
breaks loose.

			BAILIFF'S VOICE 
	Order! Order! Order in the court!

366.	FULL SHOT OF COURTROOM 
The judge pounds his gavel. There are cries of approval from the 
spectators. In the midst of the commotion--

						DISSOLVE TO:

INT. COURTROOM 
367.	MED. PANNING SHOT
Showing spectators, waiting breathlessly for a decision. All eyes are 
on the Judge.

368.	CLOSE SHOT AT BENCH 
The Judge holds a whispered conversation with his experts.

369.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE 
She is apprehensive.

370.	CLOSE SHOT - LONGFELLOW
He glances furtively at Babe, off scene.

371.	MED. SHOT OF FARMERS 
Leaning forward. Their entire future hangs in the balance.

372.	MED. CLOSE SHOT AT BENCH 
The Judge comes out of the huddle; his face is very stern.

373.	QUICK FLASHES 
Of Babe - Cobb - Longfellow - Mac - the farmers.

			BAILIFF'S VOICE 
	Remain seated and come to order. The Court is 
	again in session.

			JUDGE 
	Before the Court announces its decision, I want 
	to warn all who are here that the police have 
	orders to arrest anyone creating a disturbance.

374.	INSERT: CLOSE SHOT - JUDGE 
The Judge's preface augurs ill.

375.	CLOSEUP - CEDAR 
His mouth curls up in a contented grimace.

376.	FULL SHOT - COURTROOM 
All eyes are upon the Judge, who clears his throat.

			JUDGE 
		(serious mien)
	Mr. Deeds, there has been a great deal of 
	damaging testimony against you. Your behavior, 
	to say the least, has been most strange.

An audible gasp is heard from audience. The Judge goes on:

			JUDGE 
	But in the opinion of the Court, you are not 
	only sane, but you are the sanest man that ever 
	walked into this courtroom. Case dismissed!

The shout that greets this is tumultuous. The Judge smiles warmly,
and clasps Longfellow's hand. Immediately, Longfellow is surrounded 
by a crowd of people who come running down the aisles.

377.	CLOSE SHOT - CEDAR AND GROUP
They sit, stunned, disappointed. Mrs. Semple turns to her husband and 
slaps him.

			MRS. SEMPLE
	You nose-twitcher!

Budington rises to confront Cedar.

			BUDINGTON 
	Oh, I knew it! I knew it! You, you--

Cedar disgustedly pushes him in the face, aside.

378.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE 
She smiles ecstatically, too excited to move. Suddenly she rises.

379.	MEDIUM SHOT 
As Babe tries to get to Longfellow, but finds herself on the fringe 
of a jubilant crowd in the center of which is Longfellow. She tries
to break through, but finds it impossible.  Desperately, she jumps on
a chair and tries frantically to get a glimpse of him. At that moment, 
several farmers have lifted Longfellow on their shoulders.

380.	FULL SHOT - COURTROOM  
As jubilantly, Longfellow is carried out on the shoulders of the 
excited crowd.

381.	MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT 
As Babe frantically tries to reach Longfellow, but is jostled aside. 
The parade envelops her.

382.	LONG SHOT FROM REAR 
The shouting mob is heading for the door at end of courtroom. Everyone 
crowds forward.

383.	CLOSE SHOT IN REAR 
Babe is left helplessly out.

					DISSOLVE TO:

384.	FULL SHOT OF COURTROOM 
Empty - except for the Falkner sisters, still whispering to each 
other, and Babe, sitting helpless and forlorn.

385.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE 
Her eyes are filled. Dismally she starts forward. We hear a rising 
commotion from the outside, at this moment.

386.	WIDER ANGLE 
Longfellow running toward camera with the mob, shouting, back of him. 
He reaches courtroom, slams the doors shut behind him. Babe, attracted 
by the noise, looks up. He runs toward her, and swoops her up in his 
arms.

387.	CLOSE SHOT - JANE & AMY

			JANE 
	He's still pixilated.

			AMY 
	He sure is.

388.	CLOSE SHOT - BABE AND LONGFELLOW 
She kisses him over and over again. He looks around and over his 
shoulder at the mob, a little dazed. Finally, he notices her effort, 
and gives her one passionately back.

All that is heard is the cheering of the crowd outside and the 
Columbia music.

					FADE OUT.


			THE END
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