The RKO trademark FADES OFF, leaving a black screen, in the
center of which are two slits of pale light. These move
closer until we see that they are a pair of cat's eyes. Over
these mysteriously blinking lights the title is SUPERIMPOSED.
A misty OUT-OF-FOCUS SHOT of a black panther pacing behind
cage bars. Over this come the production credits. A pale
fog rises over the shot of the black panther, and over it
Is SUPERIMPOSED the following quotation:
EVEN AS FOG CONTINUES TO LIE IN THE VALLEYS, SO DOES ANCIENT
SIN CLING TO THE LOW PLACES, THE DEPRESSIONS IN THE WORLD
EXT. ZOO PROMENADE - PARK - AFTERNOON
As the last word of the quotation FADES from the screen, the
fog clears, the caged leopard comes into full focus, and we
see that it is an actual leopard behind actual bars. Over
the scene is the wheezy music of the Triumphal March from
"Aida," as played on a hand, organ. This is playing in the
distance, and we do not see the organ-grinder until later.
The CAMERA DRAWS BACK to show a young artist sitting before
the cage on a campstool with a drawing portfolio in her hand.
She is presumably sketching the panther, although her drawing
is not shown, and we do not see the features of the girl's
face. The girl picks up the drawing and holds it off,
weighing its values. It evidently does not meet with her
approval, for she wads the drawing Into a ball and turns to
look for a place to throw the waste paper. We see her face.
It is heart-shaped, demure, even a little naive. She is
small, young,and very beautiful. In one hand the wad of
waste paper is poised, ready to throw into a container.
INSERT WASTEPAPER BASKET as Irena sees it.
It is a rather fancy container in the shape of a tree
(then continuing in the
"Sometimes whoever seeks abroad
may find Thee sitting careless on
a granary floor, Thy hair soft
(ponders, as if trying to
remember) Thy hair soft
(snapping her compact
Reminds me. I have a date with the
What a way to spend a Saturday
The business girl's holiday
You should've minded your mother
and eaten more bread crusts. You'd
have curly hair now.
Thank you for lunch. See you at
the office Monday.
She starts off down the promenade. She walks briskly in one
direction, while Oliver turns the other way, ambling toward
the leopard cage. Along the promenade a file of Saturday
afternoon idlers goes by. Oliver moves up to the cages and
pauses at the guard rail before the leopard cage. Near him
sits Irena, busily sketching. Oliver looks at her, but she
does not look up at him. She gets up and moves a few steps,
her eyes intent on the movements of the panther, which is
walking about In its cage. Oliver politely steps aside so
that she can get a better vantage point. She does not even
notice him. She frowns at her drawing, wads the paper into a
ball, and turns to throw it into the container. Oliver steps
before her, smiling and extending his hand. She looks at him
a moment, then smiles and drops the wad of paper into his
With an easy aim, Oliver tosses it neatly into the container
and turns to her with a shrug, as if to say how easy it was.
But Irena has picked up another drawing upon which she has
worked and is now studying it. The music of the organ-grinder
grows constantly louder as the scene progresses.
You won't believe this, and
you've probably heard it a dozen
times before...but I've never
known any artists.