Mr. Smith Goes To Washington Page #6

HUBERT:

Well! Thank Heaven!

The dictagraph buzzes.

HUBERT:

(shouting into it)

One minute! Just one minute!

TAYLOR:

Happy, we've got the man. Horace

Miller!

HUBERT:

Horace Mill--!

MCGANN:

(leaping up)

Terrific! A born stooge! Horace'll

perform like a trained seal.

HUBERT:

Jim--if I fling a party man like

Horace in the face of those angry

committees--

TAYLOR:

Happy, for reasons there isn't time

to go into--it's got to be Miller!

We've given you the man. Now write

the ticket.

(Moving to the door)

Come on, Joe. Come on, Chick.

HUBERT:

(following them)

Now, wait fellows--great Heavens.

I've got to see those angry committees

first--feel them out a little--work

for harmony--harmony.

MCGANN:

Harmony--and Horace Miller.

The scene dissolves to the GOVERNOR'S OFFICE, full of

committee people, arranged in rows of chairs, closely packed

together. Hubert, at his desk, is addressing them.

HUBERT:

(spreading the old

oil)

Gentlemen--in considering the

candidates who might answer to the

high qualifications of United States

Senator--there was one name that

shone out like a beacon--one I'm

sure you will enthusiastically approve--

the Honorable *Horace Miller*.

A minor bedlam breaks loose. Excited men rise and shout.

VOICES:

Miller!

Not Horace Miller!

A Taylor Man!

The Veterans will have no part of

him!

A party man! One of Taylor's tools!

Give us a clean man for a change!

The New Citizen's Committee won't

stand for Miller!

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