His Girl Friday Page #5

BURNS:

Yeah! Well, I do the firing, too.

Remember that, Duffy, and Keep a

civil tongue in your head.

MEDIUM SHOT:

HILDY:

I don't like to interfere with

business, but would you boys pardon

us while we have a little heart-to-

heart talk?

DUFFY AND LOUIE:

(together)

Well -- But I gotta --

They look at Burns.

BURNS:

Scram, you guys.

They start to go.

HILDY:

You won't miss anything. You'll

probably be able to hear him just as

well outside as here.

They go.

HILDY:

Mind if I sit down?

Hildy sits.

CLOSE SHOT DUFFY AND LOUIE

going out of the door. They cast an interested look back and

linger a second. Over scene comes Burns' voice.

BURNS' VOICE

I said scram!

They close the door hurriedly.

MED. CLOSE SHOT BURNS AND HILDY

HILDY:

May I have a cigarette, please?

Burns reaches into his pocket, extracts a cigarette and tosses

it on the desk. Hildy reaches for it.

HILDY:

Thanks. A match?

Burns delves into pockets again, comes up with matchbox,

tosses it to Hildy, who catches it deftly, and strikes the

match.

BURNS:

How long is it?

Hildy finishes lighting her cigarette, takes a puff, and

fans out the match.

HILDY:

How long is what?

BURNS:

You know what. How long since we've

seen each other?

HILDY:

Let's see. I was in Reno six weeks --

then Bermuda... Oh, about four months,

I guess. Seems like yesterday to me.

CLOSEUP BURNS:

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