Meet John Doe Page #8

The door opens and a man enters. His name is BEANY. Walks

fast, talks fast and accomplishes nothing. Outside, we see

the painter trying once more to get his sign painted. He

reaches in—and pulls the door to.

BEANY:

I went up to Miss Mitchell's house,

boss. Boy, she's in a bad way.

CONNELL:

Where is she?

BEANY:

Hey, do you know something? She

supports a mother and two kids.

What do you know about that?

CONNELL:

(controlling his

patience)

Did you find her?

BEANY:

No. Her mother's awful worried

about her. When she left the house

she said she was going on a roaring

drunk. Er, the girl, I mean!

CONNELL:

(barking)

Go out and find her!

BEANY:

Sure. Hey, but the biggest thing I

didn't tell you . . .

CONNELL picks up telephone.

CONNELL:

Hello! . . . Yeh?

BEANY:

Her old man was Doc Mitchell. You

know, the doc that saved my mother's

life and wouldn't take any money

for it? You remember that? Okay,

boss, I'll go and look for her.

BEANY exits, knocking over an ash-stand.

CONNELL:

(into phone)

Holy smokes, Commissioner. You've

had twenty-four hours! Okay,

Hawkshaw, grab a pencil. Here it

is again. She's about five foot

five, brown eyes, light chestnut

hair and as fine a pair of legs as

. . .

The door opens, ANN stands there—CONNELL sees her.

CONNELL:

(into phone—staring

at Ann)

. . . ever walked into this office.

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