Meet John Doe Page #3

She begins to pound furiously, her jaw set.

CLOSE-UP:
Of ANN. Eyes flashing as she types.

CLOSE-UP:
Of JOE, watching her. The wild look in her eye

and the unnatural speed of her typing causes him to stare

dumbly at her.

MED. SHOT:
ANN bangs away madly. Finally she finishes. She

whips the sheet out of the typewriter, hands it to JOE.

ANN:

Here.

As JOE takes it, ANN begins to empty the drawers of her

desk.

CLOSE-UP:
Of JOE reading what ANN has written.

JOE:

(reading)

"Below is a letter which reached

my desk this morning. It's a

commentary on what we laughingly

call the civilized world. 'Dear

Miss Mitchell:
Four years ago I

was fired out of my job. Since

then I haven't been able to get

another one. At first I was sore

at the state administration because

it's on account of the slimy

politics here we have all this

unemployment. But in looking around,

it seems the whole world's going

to pot, so in protest I'm going to

commit suicide by jumping off the

City Hall roof!' Signed, A disgusted

American citizen, John Doe.'"

JOE pauses to absorb this.

JOE:

(continues reading)

"Editor's note . . . If you ask

this column, the wrong people are

jumping off roofs."

JOE glances up toward ANN, in mild protest.

JOE:

Hey, Ann, this is the old fakeroo,

isn't it?

FULL SHOT:
ANN has just about accumulated all her things.

JOE stares at her, knowing it's a fake.

ANN:

Never mind that, Joe. Go ahead.

JOE shrugs, shakes his head, and exits. ANN stuffs her

things under her arm and also goes.

INT. OUTER OFFICE

MED. SHOT:
Voices ad lib—"Awfully sorry you're not going."

"Good-bye." (Laughing)

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