Mr. Deeds Goes to Town Page #3

COBB:

Ah! I spy a native. Let's ask him.

CAMERA MOVES WITH THEM as they cross to a small, one-story

old brick building, covered with ivy. This is the ticket

and freight office combined. In front of it is a very old

man, a stoop-shouldered rail agent with a face of a million

wrinkles - puttering around some packages.

CEDAR:

(as they approach)

Good morning.

AGENT:

(glances up)

Morning, neighbors. Morning.

He picks up a package and disappears into the building.

Cedar and Cobb look at each other.

COBB:

That's an excellent start. At least

we've broken the ice.

The old man returns to his pile of packages.

CEDAR:

I say, my friend, do you know a

fellow by the name of Longfellow

Deeds?

AGENT:

Deeds?

CEDAR:

Yes.

AGENT:

Yes, sir. Yes, indeedy. Everyone

knows Deeds.

CEDAR:

Yes, I—

He again disappears.

COBB:

Must be a game he's playing.

The old man shows up again.

CEDAR:

We'd like to get in touch with

him. It's very important.

AGENT:

Who's that?

CEDAR:

Deeds! Who do you think I'm talking

about?

AGENT:

Oh, yes - Deeds. Fine fellow. Very

democratic. You won't have no

trouble at all. Talk to anybody.

Whereupon the old man carries another package inside. Cobb

is properly exasperated now.

CEDAR:

I guess we'd better try somebody

else.

COBB:

No, we won't! The next time that

jumping jack comes out, I'll

straddle him while you ask him

your questions.

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