My job, Bruce. I started it -- and
I'll finish it.
I suppose you're right -- but if it
gets rough, remember I'm here.
I'll come a-running, pardner.
She starts to push open the iron-grilled gate leading into
the City Room. Bruce quickly springs forward and opens it
for her. Hildy smiles.
She kisses his cheek and walks through. He looks after her.
The office boy whistles. Bruce pays no attention, but stares
MEDIUM SHOT - SHOOTING DOWN LENGTH OF CITY ROOM
Hildy starts to walk through City Room.
TRUCKING SHOT - HILDY
as she walks the length of the City Room. It's a long walk,
because it's a room that takes up practically the whole floor.
The scene is a busy one. But, gradually, as Hildy starts
down, one after another recognize her. There are cries of:
"Hildy!" "Hello, Hildy", etc., from the men as Hildy goes
straight down the aisle. She never stops but waves her own
"Jim!" "Hi, good-looking!" "Laura" "Hullo, Pop"
"Nan!" "Eddie!" "Hello, Mac" "Pete!" "Frank" "Oscar!", and
gets responses from each of them. One man is bent over his
desk reading his copy -- he is standing up. Hildy slaps him
as she goes by. He turns around: "Say, who did that?" As he
"Hello, Hildy!" Hildy: "Hi, Jake." She passes a
middle-aged woman, almost an Edna May Oliver type, seated at
a desk pounding out copy and smoking a cigarette. As Hildy
comes up to her she slaps the woman on the back.