Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House Page #3

We get the impression that this, too, is a regular part of

the Blandings' daily routine.

Jim locates his slippers, reaches around for his bathrobe,

can't find it, stumbles his way over to the closet, opens

the door.

INT. THE CLOSET

This is a fairly good-sized closet but it was never intended

to be shared by two people, particularly not Jim and Muriel

Blandings. Assuming that they had started out on even terms,

it is now obviously Muriel, three-to-one. Her dresses, gowns,

slips, seem to obscure his occasional pair of slacks, suit

or sports coat. Her shoes neatly line the floor and the shelf

above is loaded to the ceiling with her hat boxes, in an

orderly but somewhat precarious state of balance.

Groping blindly for a robe, Jim feels around and pulls one

out. As he slips into the arms, we see it's much too small

for him, obviously Muriel's. In disgust he attempts to put

it back. Unable to find a hook he finally jams it in between

two silk dresses which fall to the floor. As he bends down

and gropes for the dresses, he discovers his robe crumpled

under them on the floor. He drags the robe out and dons it,

leaving the dresses where they fell. With a guilty look at

Muriel he closes the closet door and starts out of the bedroom

and into the narrow hall.

INT. THE HALL

A narrow corridor extending the length of the apartment. Off

it are doors leading to the bathroom, the childrens' room

and the foyer.

Jim shuffles down the hall. He stops at the closed bathroom

door, listens, hears the shower, knocks.

BETSY'S VOICE

Okay, dad.

JIM:

Mm.

Jim continues down the hall, stops at the closed door of the

children's room, knocks. No sound. He opens the door and

enters.

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