Mr. Smith Goes To Washington Page #2

EMMA:

(sharply)

Save that for the laying of

cornerstones, Hubert!

(Groaning)

Oh, that morning you looked in the

mirror and saw a statesman!

HUBERT:

Now, pet--

(Then, excitedly into

the phone)

Jim!

In political boss TAYLOR'S ROOM, we see JIM TAYLOR, a hard-

bitten, taciturn, impressive man in his fifties. At the

moment, he stands at a phone, in vest and rolled up sleeves,

a cigar between his fingers. Behind him, in a smoke-filled

room, man are seated at a card table from which Taylor

evidently has just risen.

TAYLOR:

What's up, Happy?

In HOPPER'S BEDROOM:

HUBERT:

Sam Foley--died tonight in Washington.

Joe just called. Can you imagine

anything more--?

In TAYLOR'S ROOM:

TAYLOR:

Died, huh? Well, take it easy, Happy.

Is Paine coming?--Good. Keep your

shirt on--and your mouth shut. No

statements.

In HOPPER'S BEDROOM:

HUBERT:

(into the phone)

Y-yes, Jim--Yes--

And now flashing on the screen are NEWSPAPER HEADLINES of

the following morning--announcing Foley's death--and finally

such headlines as:

SUCCESSOR TO FOLEY

TO BE NAMED BY GOVERNOR

APPOINTEE WILL FILL OUT

UNEXPIRED TERM OF TWO MONTHS

HOPPER'S CHOICE

FOR VACANT SENATE CHAIR

EAGERLY AWAITED:

The scene dissolves into the GOVERNOR'S OUTER OFFICE, in the

morning. The office is full of people--newspapermen--dignified

citizens--women--all waiting to see the Governor. A group is

collected around the male secretary's desk. Two other desks

are seen with secretaries at them. There is an undertone of

talk.

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