Meet John Doe Page #9

Med. Shot:
At door. The sign painter is slowly beginning

to lose patience. He again reaches in—pulls the door

shut—glaring at ANN.

CLOSE-UP:
Of ANN.

ANN:

(innocently)

Did you want to see me?

WIDER SHOT:
CONNELL, without moving, stares at her.

CONNELL:

(quietly—sizzling)

No. I've had the whole army and

navy searching for you because

that's a game we play here every

day.

ANN:

I remember, distinctly, being fired.

CONNELL:

That's right. But you have a piece

of property that still belongs to

this newspaper. And I'd like to

have it!

ANN:

What's that?

CONNELL:

The letter.

ANN:

What letter?

CONNELL:

The letter from John Doe.

ANN:

Oh!

CONNELL:

The whole town's in an uproar.

We've got to find him. The letter's

our only clue.

ANN:

(simply)

There is no letter.

CONNELL:

We'll get a handwriting expert to—

(suddenly realizes

what she has said)

What!

ANN:

There is no letter.

He stares at her for a moment, flabbergasted—exchanges a

look with POP—crosses to the back door—shuts it—then comes

back to face her.

CLOSE SHOT:
- ANN and CONNELL.

CONNELL:

Say that again.

ANN:

There is no letter. I made it up.

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