policemen directing traffic.
PAN SHOT - PEDESTRIANS
CLOSE SHOT - MAN
at the end of line of pedestrians. He is looking up at the
as she follows his gaze upward.
gulls in the sky overhead. The CAMERA LOCATES:
sureness of the city dweller, a purposefulness in her stride,
front door of a pet shop and enters.
toward the street and skywards. The proprietor, a MRS.
Hello, Mrs. MacGruder, have you ever
seen so many gulls?
Hello, Miss Daniels.
What do you suppose it is?
(shaking her head)
There must be a storm at sea. That
can drive them inland, you know.
in the bigger cages. As they walk:
You see, he hasn't arrived yet.
You said three o'clock.
I know. Oh, I know.
(she is more distressed
I've been calling all morning. Oh,
you have no idea. Miss Daniels,
they're so difficult to get, really
they are. We get them from India,
you know, when they're just little
chicks, and then we have to...
Well, this one won't be a chick,
Certainly not. Oh, no. Certainly
not. This will be a full grown myna
bird. Full grown.
And he'll talk?
Well, yes, he'll talk. Well, no, no.
You'll have to teach him to talk.
again. They said three o'clock.
Maybe it's the traffic. I'll call.
Would you mind waiting?
him. Let me give you my address.
(she begins taking
off her gloves)
(producing pencil and
Oh. Oh, well, all right.
I'm sure they're on the way, though.
Could I just call?
(with a resigned sigh)
Well, all right, but...
counter. She taps her teeth with the pencil.
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