Bridge of Spies Page #5

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12.17.14 FINAL SHOOTING SCRIPT 13.

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MARY:

Listen to yourself. You’re

defending him already. You’re

rehearsing it on me. You said you

were just thinking about taking it.

DONOVAN:

Well I am just thinking about it --

just very hard. Everyone deserves a

defense. Every person matters.

MARY:

Jim, what do we deserve? You know

how people will look at us? The

family of a man trying to free a

traitor?

DONOVAN:

He’s not a traitor, Mary-

The doorbell.

MARY:

Roger get that.

ROGER:

Why do I have to do all the work

around here?

Peggy reaches for a dinner roll.

MARY:

Wait till we say grace!

PEGGY:

I’m hungry!

MARY:

(to Donovan)

He’s about the most unpopular man in

the country -- and you’re trying to

take second place.

CAROL:

Yeah, and I’m third.

DONOVAN:

No, Carol, you just made a date with

the wrong guy.

(to Mary)

Mary, don’t make us disagree if

we’re not disagreeing, you’re

against the guy, I’m for him?

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12.17.14 FINAL SHOOTING SCRIPT 14.

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DONOVAN (CONT'D)

Huh-uh. I’m not for the guy, I’m

not for Russians spying on us. I’m

for his right to have a defense in a

court of law. That’s why we call it

a court of law...

Roger walks back in leading Doug Forrester who is carrying a

stack of books.

Carol stiffens.

DOUG:

Hello, sir, sorry -- didn’t mean to

interrupt your dinner.

DONOVAN:

(still focused on Mary)

A court of law and not a...not a...

Hey, Doug. And not a kangaroo

court.

MARY:

(to Doug)

Oh not at all, hello Doug -- Jim was

just flailing.

DONOVAN:

I’m not flailing...go ahead, Doug,

you can join us for dinner, we’re

having meat loaf tonight.

MARY:

(ignoring Donovan, eying

Doug’s books)

So you came over to help Jim think

about whether he’s taking the case.

Doug, deaf to the irony, is innocently enthusiastic:

DOUG:

Oh, we’re taking it! It’s exciting,

isn’t it?

Mary stares daggers at Donovan. Doug realizes he’s stepped

in it. Donovan, abashed, starts saying grace, extends his

hand to Mary, who doesn’t hold it so much as slap it...

BROOKLYN COURTHOUSE

Abel is led by a guard into a detention room where Donovan

awaits.

12.17.14 FINAL SHOOTING SCRIPT 15.

DETENTION ROOM:

DONOVAN:

Good morning, sir. My name is Jim

Donovan. These are my credentials -

Both men stand looking at each other, Abel still at the

threshold.

After a beat he moves in further, his gaze holding on Donovan

who glances at papers on table

DONOVAN (CONT’D)

I’m a partner at Watters, Cowan and

Donovan. I was admitted to the New

York Bar in 1941.

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