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MRS. SCHUYLER

(viciously)

Dexter Grayson, if you were any

kind of a lawyer, you'd get those

letters back!

CAMERA PANS OVER TO SHOW

Dexter Grayson, the family lawyer standing, his hands

clasped behind his back, just completing the pacing of a

few short steps in his best courtroom manner, his head

bowed in an attitude of deepest thought. He is dressed in

striped afternoon trousers and black coat. He turns to

regard Mrs. Schuyler.

GRAYSON:

But I keep telling you how difficult

it is, Mrs. Schuyler. The last

time I asked her for those letters,

she made very uncouth noises with

her mouth.

CAMERA PANS OVER TO SHOW

Anne Schuyler, trying desperately to keep from laughing.

CAMERA DRAWS BACK

To reveal a full shot of the room and group. They are in

the magnificent drawing room of the Schuyler home,

resembling the Union Depot and furnished with almost

imperial splendor and magnificence. They very much resemble

a jury in session. As they continue:

MICHAEL:

I don't know why you're making all

this fuss. I only sent her six of

them.

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