"IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT"
Screenplay by
Robert Riskin
Based on a story by
Samuel Hopkins Adams
The HARBOR at Miami Beach fades in, providing quick views of
yachts, aquaplanes, and luxurious ship-craft lying at anchor
in the calm, tranquil waters of tropical Florida. This
dissolves to the NAME PLATE on the side of a yacht, reading
"ELSPETH II," and this in turn to a YACHT CORRIDOR where a
steward is standing in front of a cabin door, near a small
collapsible table upon which there is a tray of steaming
food. He lifts lids and examines the contents. A heavy-set
sailor stands guard near the cabin door.
STEWARD
Fine! Fine! She ought to like this.
(to the guard)
Open the door.
GUARD
(without moving)
Who's gonna take it in to her? You?
STEWARD
Oh, no.
(turning)
Mullison! Come on!
The view widens to include Mullison, a waiter. His eye is
decorated with a "shiner."
MULLISON
Not me, sir. She threw a ketchup
bottle at me this morning.
STEWARD
Well, orders are orders! Somebody's
gotta take it in.
(he turns to someone
else)
Fredericks!
The view moves to another waiter, who has a patch of bandage
on his face.
FREDERICKS
Before I bring her another meal,
I'll be put off the ship first.
STEWARD'S VOICE
Henri!
The view moves over to a Frenchman.
HENRI
(vehemently)
No, Monsieur. When I leave the Ritz
you do not say I have to wait on
crazy womans.
The view moves back to include the Steward and the others
grouped around him.
ANOTHER WAITER (A COCKNEY)
My wife was an angel compared to
this one, sir. And I walked out on
her.
GUARD
(impatiently)
Come on! Make up your mind!
A petty officer approaches. He is blustering and officious,
but the type that is feeble and ineffective. His name is
Lacey.
LACEY
(talking quickly --
staccato)
What's up? What's up?
There is a fairly close picture of the GROUP featuring Lacey
and the Steward.
STEWARD
These pigs! They're afraid to take
her food in.
LACEY
That's ridiculous! Afraid of a mere
girl!
(he wheels on the
steward)
Why didn't you do it yourself?
STEWARD
(more afraid than the
others -- stammering)
Why -- I -- well, I never thought
about --
LACEY
(shoving him aside)
I never heard of such a thing! Afraid
of a mere girl.
(moving to the tray)
I'll take it in myself.
They all stand around and watch him, much relieved. He picks
up the tray and starts toward the door of the cabin.
LACEY
(as he walks --
muttering)
Can't get a thing done unless you do
it yourself.
(as he approaches the
door)
Open the door.
We see him at the CABIN DOOR as the guard quickly and gingerly
unlocks it.
LACEY
Afraid of a mere girl! Ridiculous.
Lacey stalks in bravely, the tray held majestically in front
of him, while the steward and waiters form a circle around
the door, waiting expectantly. There is a short pause,
following which Lacey comes hurling out backwards and lands
on his back, the tray of food scattering all over him. The
steward quickly bangs the door shut and turns the key as the
waiters stare silently.
The scene dissolves to the MAIN DECK of the yacht, first
affording a close view of a pair of well-shod masculine feet,
as they pace agitatedly back and forth. Then as the scene
draws back, the possessor of the pacing feet is discovered
to be Alexander Andrews, immaculately groomed in yachting
clothes. In front of him stands a uniformed Captain, but
Andrews, brows wrinkled, deep in thought, continues his
pacing.
ANDREWS
(murmuring to himself)
On a hunger strike, huh?
(a grunt)
When'd she eat last?
CAPTAIN
She hasn't had a thing yesterday --
or today.
ANDREWS
Been sending her meals in regularly?
CAPTAIN
Yessir. She refuses them all.
ANDREWS
(snappily)
Why didn't you jam it down her throat?
CAPTAIN
It's not quite that simple.
(he shakes his head)
I've dealt with prisoners in my time,
but this one --
ANDREWS
Absurd!
(muttering)
All this fuss over a snip of a girl.
(suddenly)
I'm going down to see her myself.
He leaves with determination, followed by the Captain, and
both are then seen walking in the direction of the cabin,
Andrews grim.
CAPTAIN
This is dangerous business, Mr.
Andrews. After all, kidnapping is no
child's play.
But Andrews ignores him and merely stares grimly forward.
They arrive in front of the cabin door, where Lacey is
brushing himself off, and where a couple of waiters are
picking up the last pieces of the broken dishes.
ANDREWS
What's this! What's happened here?
LACEY
(pathetically)
She refused another meal, sir.
ANDREWS
Get another tray ready. Bring it
here at once.
(to the guard)
Open the door.
The Guard unlocks the door and Andrews enters. Then we get a
view of the CABIN at the door, as Andrews enters and closes
the door behind him. He looks around and his eyes light on
his prisoner, following which the view swings over to ELLIE,
a beautiful girl in her early twenties. At the moment, she
holds a small vase over her head ready to heave it, and her
eyes flash angrily. At sight of her new visitor, however,
she lowers the vase and sets it on a small table.
ELLIE
What do you want?
Andrews doesn't stir from the door.
ANDREWS
What's this about not eating?
ELLIE
(sitting)
I don't want to eat!
(raising her voice)
And there's one more thing I don't
want! Definitely! That's to see you.
She lights a cigarette. Andrews watches her a moment.
ANDREWS
Know what my next move is? No more
cigarettes.
ELLIE
Why don't you put me in chains?
ANDREWS
I might.
ELLIE
(now seen at close
range)
All right! Put me in chains! Do
anything you want! But I'm not going
to eat a thing until you let me off
this boat!
She stares petulantly out at the blue sky, but Andrews comes
over and sits beside her.
ANDREWS
(tenderly)
Come on, Ellie. Stop being silly.
You know I'm going to have my way.
ELLIE
(moving away)
I won't stand for it! I won't stand
for your running my life! Why do you
insist on it!
ANDREWS
(still tender)
You ought to know why. Because --
ELLIE
(interrupting)
Yes. I know.
(she's heard it a
million times)
Because I'm your daughter and you
love me. Because you don't want me
to make any mistakes. Because --
ANDREWS
(joining in)
Because marrying that fool King
Westley is --
ELLIE
(snappily)
You're wasting your time. I'm already
married to him.
ANDREWS
(sharply)
Not so far as I'm concerned, you're
not.
(they are interrupted
by a knock at the
door)
Yes?
The door opens and several waiters parade in with trays of
steaming food.
ELLIE
(starting for them;
threateningly)
How many times have I told you not
to bring any food in here.
The waiters back up, frightened, but Andrews saves them.
ANDREWS
Wait a minute! Don't get excited!
This isn't for you.
(to the waiters)
Put it right here.
Ellie glares at her father, and wanders over to the window
seat, while the waiters occupy themselves setting the table.
Andrews putters around the food, lifting the lids from which
tempting aromas emanate. He shuts his eyes, murmuring "oohs"
and "ahs."
A close-up of ELLIE shows her, too, drinking in the inviting
aromas; and for a moment she weakens. A close view of ANDREWS
shows him glancing toward Ellie to see her reaction; whereupon
Ellie's face (again appearing in a close-up) freezes. Then
Andrews and the waiters come into view.
FIRST WAITER
Anything else, Monsieur?
ANDREWS
No. Everything seems quite
satisfactory. I may want some more
of that delicious gravy. I'll ring.
WAITER
Very good, Monsieur.
The waiters bow their way out as Andrews pecks at the food.
ANDREWS
(making clucking noise)
Heavenly!
Now Ellie appears in the foreground, with Andrews at the
table in the background.
ELLIE
(disdainfully)
Smart, aren't you! So subtle.
ANDREWS
(chewing on a mouthful
of food)
If Gandhi had a chef like Paul, it
would change the whole political
situation in India.
ELLIE
You can't tempt me.
(shouting unnecessarily)
Do you hear? I won't eat!
ANDREWS
(quietly)
Please. I can't fight on an empty
stomach. Remember what Napoleon said.
ELLIE
I hope you're not comparing yourself
to Napoleon. He was a strategist.
Your idea of strategy is to use a
lead pipe.
Andrews eats silently while Ellie rants at him, walking around
and puffing vigorously on her cigarette.
ELLIE
(muttering)
Most humiliating thing ever happened
to me.
(shuddering)
A bunch of gorillas shoving me in a
car! That crowd outside the justice
of the peace -- must have thought I
was a criminal -- or something.
A close view of ANDREWS intercuts with part of Ellie's speech.
At the end of her speech he smacks his lips, enjoying the
food with too great a relish. Then the two are seen together.
ELLIE
(after a pause --
strongly)
Where are you taking me?
ANDREWS
(carelessly)
South America.
ELLIE
(aghast)
South America!
ANDREWS
We leave Miami in an hour. Soon's we
get some supplies aboard.
ELLIE
(threateningly)
You'll have a corpse on your hands!
That what you'll have. I won't eat a
thing while I'm on this boat.
ANDREWS
(buttering bread)
In that event, we won't need so many
supplies.
ELLIE
(exasperated)
What do you expect to accomplish by
all this? I'm already married!
ANDREWS
I'll get it annulled.
ELLIE
You'll never do it! You can't do it!
ANDREWS
(now seen close as he
speaks between
snatches of food)
I'll do it if it takes every penny
I've got. I'll do it if I have to
bribe that musical comedy Justice of
the Peace! I'll do it -- if I have
to prove that you were dragged in,
staggering drunk. You probably were.
(he smacks his lips)
Mmm -- mmm. This filet mignon is
divine!
ELLIE
(seen with her father)
What've you got against King Westley?
ANDREWS
Nothing much. I just think he's a
fake, that's all.
ELLIE
You only met him once.
ANDREWS
That was enough. Do you mind handing
me the ketchup?
ELLIE
You talk as if he were a gigolo --
or something.
ANDREWS
(rising -- reaching
for ketchup)
Never mind -- I'll get it myself.
(he falls back in his
chair)
Gigolo? Why, you took the word right
out of my mouth. Thanks.
ELLIE
(seen closer now,
with Andrews)
He's one of the best fliers in the
country. Right now he's planning a
trip to Japan.
ANDREWS
You're going to finance him, I
suppose.
ELLIE
Why not? Look what he's doing for
aviation. It takes courage to do
what he does. And character! At least
he's accomplished something
worthwhile. I suppose you'd like to
have me marry a business man. Well,
I hate business men -- particularly
if you're a shining example.
He grins, not at all offended, knowing she doesn't mean it.
ELLIE
Your whole life is devoted to just
one thing. To accumulate more money.
At least there's romance in what
he's doing.
ANDREWS
(unequivocally)
He's no good, Ellie, and you know
it. You married him only because I
told you not to.
ELLIE
(strongly)
You've been telling me what not to
do since I was old enough to remember.
(screaming)
I'm sick of it!
And as Andrews ignores her, she starts moving around the
table toward him. -- Next she appears sitting on the edge of
Andrews' chair, and she throws her arm around his shoulder.
ELLIE
(pleading sweetly)
Aw, listen, Dad. Let's not fight
like this any more. I know you're
worried about me -- and want me to
be happy. And I love you for it. But
please try to understand. You're not
being fair, darling. This isn't just
a crazy impulse of mine. King and I
talked about it a lot before we
decided to get married. Look -- why
can't we give it a trial -- let's
say -- for a year or so. If it's
wrong, King and I will be the first
to know it. We can get a divorce,
can't we? Now, be a dear, and let me
off the boat. Keeping me prisoner
like this is so silly.
Andrews has been listening silently throughout the speech,
giving no indication of his feelings in the matter.
ANDREWS
(unimpressed)
You'll be set free when the marriage
is annulled.
A close-up of ELLIE, her eyes blazing angrily, shows her
slowly edging away from her father, while he continues.
ANDREWS' VOICE
(carelessly)
So there's no use being a stubborn
idiot.
ELLIE
(hissing)
I come from a long line of stubborn
idiots!
ANDREWS
(again seen with her;
calmly)
A time will come when you'll thank
me for this.
ELLIE
(wildly)
I won't thank you! I'll never thank
you!
ANDREWS
Please don't shout.
ELLIE
I'll shout to my heart's content!
I'll scream if I want to.
ANDREWS
(reaching for it)
Ah! Coconut layer cake. Nice and
gooey, too. Just the way I like it.
He is about to insert the first bite in his mouth when Ellie,
her temper vanishing completely, overturns the small serving
table, dumping its contents into her father's lap. The
movement is so unexpected that Andrews, the fork still
suspended near his mouth, stares at her stupefied. Then
realizing what she has done, his eyes flash in anger. Dropping
his fork, he rises and goes over to her, while she stands
facing him defiantly. Without a word or warning, he slaps
her a stinging blow across the cheek. For a moment she doesn't
stir, her eyes widening in surprise, and staring at him
unbelievingly. Then turning abruptly she bolts out of the
door. Andrews remains motionless, his eyes shutting painfully;
it is the first time he has struck her, and it hurts.
ANDREWS
(calling)
Ellie!
(and he starts for
the door)
Next on the DECK, at the open cabin door, Andrews is seen,
staring off at something and an amazed, frightened look comes
into his eyes. Then, as viewed from his position at the cabin
door, Ellie appears standing on the rail; and with a
professional dive, she leaps into the water. A full view of
the DECK reveals the crew and the officers scurrying around,
several of them shouting: "Somebody overboard!"
ANDREWS
It's my daughter! Go after her.
CAPTAIN
(shouting)
Lower the boats!
General excitement reigns; several of the crew dive into the
water; others release the boat lines. Following this Ellie
is seen swimming furiously against the giant waves. Next she
appears as a small speck in the distance, while half a dozen
of the crew are swimming in pursuit.
At the SIDE OF THE YACHT one of the boats has already been
lowered, and two men jump in and grab the oars. The men seem
to be gaining on Ellie. In the distance several small motor
boats are anchored, and over the sides of the boats their
owners are fishing. Ellie seems to be headed in their
direction.
One of the motor boats appears closer. A middle-aged man
sits on the stern, holding lazily to his line, his feet
dangling in the water as the boat is tossed around by the
turbulent waves. ELLIE is then again seen swimming. She looks
back, and the next scene shows the men rowing toward her,
and gaining on her. Thereupon we see Ellie ducking under the
water.
The middle-aged fisherman is suddenly startled by Ellie's
face which appears from under water, right between his legs.
Ellie puts her finger up to her lips, warning him to shush,
and he is too dumb-founded to say anything. As the pursuing
boats come near, Ellie ducks under the water again and the
boats scoot right by the fisherman. Then Ellie's head bobs
up; she peers ahead of her, and seeing that her pursuers
have passed her, she smiles victoriously.
ELLIE
(to the fisherman)
Thanks.
(and she starts
swimming toward shore)
The scene dissolves to the DECK of the YACHT as Ellie's
pursuers clamber aboard, Andrews waiting for them.
A MAN
Sorry, sir. She got away.
ANDREWS
(disappointed but
proud)
Of course she got away -- too smart
for you.
CAPTAIN
What a hell cat. No controlling these
modern girls.
(murmuring)
They're terrible!
ANDREWS
(resentfully)
Terrible! Nothing terrible about
her. She's great! Marvelous youngster!
Got a mind of her own. Knows just
what she wants.
(smiling)
She's not going to get it though.
She won't get very far. Has no money.
CAPTAIN
What about that diamond wrist watch
she had on -- she can raise some
money on that?
ANDREWS
(his face falling)
Holy Smoke! I forgot all about that.
(to the officer by
his side)
Send a wireless at once, "Lovington
Detective Agency. Daughter escaped
again. Watch all roads -- all
transports and railroad stations in
Miami. Have your New York office
keep tabs on King Westley. Intercept
all messages. Want her back at all
costs!"
OFFICER
Yessir.
The view draws in to afford a close-up of ANDREWS staring
out at the sea, his face wreathed in a broad smile; then
this fades out.
The RAILROAD STATION of an active terminal in Miami fades
in. The view moves down to the entrance gate to the trains,
passengers hurrying through it; then picks out two men,
obviously detectives, who have their eyes peeled on everyone
passing through. Then the view affords a glimpse of ELLIE,
who stands watching the detectives. This scene wiping off,
we see an AIR TRANSPORT, with several planes tuning up in
the background. As passengers file through, several detectives
stand around in a watchful pose. This scene wiping off, the
front of a WESTERN UNION OFFICE comes into view. Several
people walk in and out. At the side of the door, two
detectives are on the lookout.
This scene also wipes off, revealing the WAITING ROOM of a
BUS STATION. Over the ticket window there is a sign reading
"BUY BUS TICKETS HERE," and a line forms in front of it.
Here too there are two detectives.
FIRST DETECTIVE
We're wastin' our time. Can you
picture Ellie Andrews ridin' on a
bus?
SECOND DETECTIVE
I told the old man it was the bunk.
The view moves from them to ELLIE, who stands behind a post
and is watching the two detectives apprehensively. As the
two (viewed from her position) stand by the ticket window,
one of them turns toward her. Thereupon, we see her slipping
behind a post, concealing herself. Just then a little old
lady approaches her.
OLD LADY
Here's your ticket, ma'am.
ELLIE
Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.
(she takes the ticket
and change from the
old lady, and hands
her a bill)
Here.
OLD LADY
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
ELLIE
When does the bus leave?
OLD LADY
In about fifteen minutes.
ELLIE
Thank you.
She picks up a small overnight bag from the floor and hurries
away. She crosses to the entrance of the waiting room and
disappears through the doors. The view then wings over to a
telephone booth near the entrance. Clustered around the booth
are half a dozen men of varied appearance. The inside of the
booth is lighted, and a young man, Peter Warne, waves his
hands wildly as he shouts into the phone, although it is
impossible to hear what he is saying. A close inspection of
the men surrounding the booth (the scene contracting to a
close view) reveals them as being slightly and happily
intoxicated. A short man approaches the door of the booth.
SHORTY
Hey, what's going on here? I'd like
to use that phone.
FIRST MAN
(a reporter)
Shh! Quiet. This is history in the
making.
SHORTY
What?
FIRST MAN
There's a man biting a dog in there.
SECOND MAN
(drunker than the
rest)
Atta-boy, Petey, old boy! Atta-boy! --
PETER'S VOICE
I'm not going to stand for this any
longer. In a pig's eye, you will!--
GROUP
Is that so? That's telling him, Petey
old boy.
A close view of PETER WARNE in the telephone booth gives
evidence of his having also imbibed freely.
PETER
(shouting into the
phone)
Listen, monkey-face -- when you fired
me, you fired the best newshound
your filthy scandal sheet ever had.
And the scene cuts to a New York NEWSPAPER OFFICE where the
night editor, Gordon, his sleeves rolled up, sits at his
desk shrieking into the phone.
GORDON
Say, listen, you wouldn't know a
story if it reached up and kicked
you in the pants.
(listening)
Yeah? Sure, sure, I got your copy.
Why didn't you tell me you were going
to write it in Greek? I'd start a
new department.
PETER
(again seen close at
the phone)
That was free verse, you gashouse
palooka!
GORDON
(at the phone in the
newspaper office)
Free verse, huh?
(shouting)
What the dickens was free about it?
It cost this paper a gob of dough.
Well, I'm here to tell you, it's not
gonna cost us any more.
PETER
(in his phone booth)
That's okay by me! 'Cause as far as
I'm concerned, I'm through with
newspapers! See? I'm through with
stupidity! I'll never write another
newspaper story, for you or anybody
else, if I have to starve.
(after a pause)
Yeah? What about my novel! When I
get through with that --
GORDON
(in his office)
When you get through with that, I'll
have a beard down to my ankles.
(at this point,
Gordon's secretary
enters)
SECRETARY
Mr. Gordon--
GORDON
(looking up)
Huh?
SECRETARY
Did you know he reversed the charges
on that call?
GORDON
What!
(into the phone)
Say, listen you! When you get back
to New York, take my advice and stay
f-a-r away from this office -- unless
you don't care what happens to that
funny map of yours.
(he bangs down the
receiver viciously
and glowers at the
phone)
In the PHONE BOOTH Peter reacts to the phone being hung up
on him. But he goes right on for the benefit of the boys.
PETER
(into the dead phone)
Oh, so you're changing your tune,
eh? Well, it's about time. But it's
going to do you no good, my tough
friend. It's a little too late for
apologies. I wouldn't go back to
work for you if you begged me on
your hands and knees! I hope this is
a lesson to you!
He snaps up the receiver with a great pretense of outraged
pride, following which the view expands to include his public.
MEN
Atta-boy, Peter. That's telling him,
Peter.
The gang is full of admiration for the courageous way he
talked to the boss as Peter staggers out of the booth.
PETER
Give me any of his lip, will he?
Huh! I guess he knows now what I
think of his job!
(expansively)
Is my chariot ready?
FIRST MAN
Your chariot awaiteth withouteth, oh
mighty King.
MEN
Make way for the King. Long live the
King. Make way.
With head held high, he struts majestically out of sight,
followed by his admirers, following which the scene dissolves
to the BUS STATION. His inebriated admirers stand around the
entrance to a bus, while Peter stands on the steps, his
suitcase in his hand.
PETER
(making a grand speech)
That's right, my friends. Cling to
your jobs! Remain slaves the rest of
your lives! Scum of the earth!
Newspaper men! Not me! When I'm
basking in the glorious arms of the
Muse -- what'll you be doing? Chasing
news. You miserable worms. For what?
A mere pittance! My heart goes out
to you.
(with arms extended
and in tremolo voice)
Good-bye.
(and with this he
turns his back and
enters the bus)
MEN
(in the same spirit)
Goodbye, Oh mighty King! Peace be
with you, Courageous One!
ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
All aboard. Philadelphia, New York.
All aboard.
GROUP
Look out. Get back. Farewell.
Farewell.
PETER
Scram.
The scene cuts to the INTERIOR of the BUS as viewed from the
front, the view moving forward, passing the conglomerate of
unprepossessing human beings who occupy the seats. Every
space is taken and the occupants seem hot and uncomfortable,
which adds to their uninviting appearance. Mothers cling to
crying babies. A Swedish farm hand and his young wife are
already busy opening their basket of food prepared for the
long journey. A surly-looking hoodlum traveling alone is
slumped in his seat, his cap drawn carelessly over his eyes.
The moving view passes these and other characters until it
reaches one unoccupied seat in the car, unoccupied except
for several bundles of newspapers.
Standing before the seat is Peter, his suitcase in his hand,
speculating as to what disposition to make of the newspapers.
PETER
(calling)
Hey, driver! How about clearing this
stuff away!
Several passengers (seen from his position in the back) crane
their necks to scrutinize the intruder. Through a glass
partition the driver can be seen receiving his last minute
instructions from a superintendent, who stands on the running
board, their voices indistinguishable.
In answer to Peter's request, the driver glances back
indifferently, and continues talking to the superintendent.
A close view of PETER shows him arching his eyebrows, an
amused acknowledgment of the disdainful attitude of the
driver. He drops his suitcase and starts forward. Then we
see him arriving at the glass partition, and Peter taps
playfully on the pane with his fingernails, whereupon the
driver turns and pulls the window down a few inches.
DRIVER
(annoyed)
Whadda you want!
PETER
(pleasantly)
If you'll be good enough to remove
those newspapers I'll have a seat.
DRIVER
(irritably)
Okay! Okay! Keep your shirt on, young
feller.
(with which remark
the driver turns
away from him)
PETER
(looking at the back
of the driver's neck
for a moment, then
confidentially)
Just between you and me, I never
intended taking it off.
He wheels around uncertainly and swaggers jauntily down the
aisle toward the empty seat. En route he bestows genial smiles
upon several of his disgruntled fellow passengers, and he
stops in front of a robust lady who at the moment is
breastfeeding her baby while a lighted cigarette dangles
from her lips.
PETER
Personally, I was raised on a bottle.
(as the woman looks
up at him, perplexed)
When I was a baby, I insisted on it.
You know why?
(as the woman stares
up stupidly)
I never liked the idea of getting
cigarette ashes in my eyes.
He moves forward, leaving the woman unable to make head or
tail of it; and assuming that he's crazy, she shrugs her
shoulders and turns her attention to the baby.
Now PETER arrives at his seat, and whistling softly, raises
the window. Unhurriedly, he picks the newspaper bundles up
one by one and flings them out of the window. They hit the
sidewalk below with a dull thud. Thereupon a close view of
the DRIVER shows him reacting violently to Peter's
unprecedented cheek, and starting down from his seat.
PETER has now cleared the seat of all the newspaper bundles
and still whistling his favorite melody, he picks up his
suitcase preparatory to placing it in the rack overhead. At
this point, the driver enters the side door of the bus.
DRIVER
(pugnaciously)
Hey, wait a minute!
Peter, his arms holding the suitcase over his head, turns
and glances at the driver, a quizzical look in his eyes.
DRIVER
(coming forward)
What do you think you're doing!
PETER
(turning)
Huh?
DRIVER
(bellowing)
The papers! The papers! Whadda you
mean throwin' 'em out!
PETER
Oh -- the papers --
He slowly lowers his arms and deposits the suitcase on the
floor.
PETER
(now seen close, with
the Driver)
That's a long story, my friend. You
see, I don't like sitting on
newspapers. I did once and all the
headlines came off on my white pants.
DRIVER
Hey, whadda you tryin' to do -- kid
me?
PETER
Oh, I wouldn't kid you. On the level,
it actually happened. Nobody bought
a paper that day. They followed me
all over town and read the news from
the seat of my pants.
DRIVER
What're you gonna do about the papers?
Somebody's gotta pick 'em up.
PETER
(turning to his
suitcase)
It's okay with me. I'm not arguing.
DRIVER
(pugnaciously)
Fresh guy, huh! What you need is a
good sock on the nose.
PETER
(turning back to him)
Look here, partner. You may not like
my nose. But I do. It's a good nose.
The only one I've got. I always keep
it out in the open where anybody can
take a sock at it. If you decide to
do it, make sure you don't miss.
During his speech, Ellie enters from the rear and plunks
herself into Peter's seat. Unseen by Peter, she places her
small bag beside her.
DRIVER
(answering Peter;
weakly)
Oh, yeah?
PETER
Now, that's a brilliant answer. Why
didn't I think of it? Our conversation
could have been over long ago.
DRIVER
Oh, yeah?
PETER
(exhausted)
You win!
Smiling, he turns to sit down. But the smile dies on his
face when he finds his place occupied by Ellie, who stares
out the window.
PETER
(now at close range,
with Ellie)
Excuse me, lady --
(slowly)
-- but that upon which you sit -- is
mine.
Ellie glances up at him -- then down at her buttocks.
ELLIE
(eyes flashing)
I beg your pardon!
PETER
Now, listen. I'm in a very ugly mood.
I put up a stiff battle for that
seat. So if it's just the same to
you --
(gesturing with thumb)
Scram.
ELLIE
(ignoring him --
calling)
Driver!
The driver, who has stopped to witness this new altercation,
returns.
ELLIE
Are those seats reserved?
DRIVER
(pleased to discomfort
Peter)
No. First come, first served.
ELLIE
(dismissing the whole
thing)
Thank you.
(Peter, thwarted for
a moment, just glares
at her)
PETER
(also calling)
Driver!
DRIVER
Yeah?
PETER
These seats accommodate two
passengers, don't they?
DRIVER
(hating to give in)
Maybe they do -- and maybe they don't.
Peter lifts Ellie's overnight bag off the seat and drops it
on the floor. Part of her coat covers the small space by her
side. This he sweeps across her lap.
PETER
Move over, lady. This is a "maybe
they do."
He plops into the seat, the other passengers around them
heaving a sigh of relief. Ellie flashes him a devastating
look and deliberately turns her back on him. But Peter
suddenly looks down toward the floor, following which a close-
up AT THEIR FEET reveals that Ellie's bag on the floor annoys
Peter. With his foot he slowly moves it over to her, and
Ellie's foot is seen pushing it back, whereupon Peter
viciously kicks it over to her side again. Next we see Ellie
glaring at him, picking up her bag, and standing on the seat
depositing it on the rack overhead. But just then the bus
starts forward with a lurch which unbalances her, and she
falls backward right in Peter's lap. Their noses almost touch.
Their eyes meet, and they glare at each other hostilely.
Ellie quickly scrambles off and gets back in her seat, turning
her back on him.
PETER
(amused)
Next time you drop in, bring your
folks.
This dissolves to a COUNTRY ROAD, and the bus sways perilously
as it speeds through the night, following which the view
dissolves to the INTERIOR of the BUS, revealing Peter slumped
in his seat, his hat drawn over his eyes. Ellie has her head
thrown back, trying to sleep. But the swaying bus causes her
head to roll from side to side uncomfortably, and finally
she gives up.
ELLIE
(an order)
Tell that man not to drive so fast.
(at which Peter just
cocks his head
slightly)
PETER
Are you talking to me?
ELLIE
Yes. Tell that man to drive slowly.
Peter stares at her a moment, resenting her officious manner.
PETER
(pleasantly)
Okay.
And much to her surprise, he sighs deeply and relaxes to his
former position, shutting his eyes. She glares at him
crushingly.
The scene dissolves to another view of the BUS, disclosing
the driver, and suddenly the bus comes to a stop.
DRIVER
(sticking his head in
to face the passengers)
Rest station! Ten minutes!
The view draws back as some of the passengers rise. The men
stretch their legs, and the women straighten out their skirts.
A close view of Peter and Ellie then shows her rising. Peter
accommodatingly shoves his feet aside for her to pass, and
Ellie starts up the aisle. But she suddenly stops; looks
back, first at her bag and then at Peter; decides to take
her bag with her, and returns to take it. She reaches for it
on the rack, Peter watching her, amused.
The scene dissolves to the outside of the REST STATION with
several passengers walking briskly back and forth. The place
is dimly lit by one or two lamp-posts, and Peter can be seen
leaning against one of these posts, smoking a cigarette. The
scene moving in, a close view of Peter shows him stealing a
glance in the direction of Ellie. And a view, from his angle,
reveals Ellie in the shadow of the bus, her bag at her feet.
She slowly turns her head toward Peter and then quickly averts
it.
PETER (seen close) speculates about her. He glances around
the place, and the scene moves about, following his gaze. It
takes in the other passengers, all obviously poor and
uncultured. The moving view reaches Ellie. The contrast is
perceptible. Thereupon, we see Peter reacting with
comprehension: No doubt about it! She doesn't belong with
these passengers. Then suddenly he sees something which
startles him, and we see what it is: Directly in back of
her, the young hoodlum passenger slyly lifts her overnight
bag from the ground and starts running with it. Ellie is
oblivious of his actions. PETER springs forward.
Ellie sees Peter coming toward her and is perceptibly
startled. But Peter whizzes by her, and this amazes her even
more. She shrugs her shoulders, perplexed, and resumes her
smoking. In a few seconds Peter returns, puffing breathlessly.
PETER
He got away. I suddenly found myself
in the middle of the brush and not a
sign of the skunk.
ELLIE (seen close with PETER) doesn't know what he's talking
about. She looks at him, puzzled.
ELLIE
I don't know what you're raving about,
young man. And, furthermore, I'm not
interested.
PETER
(taken aback)
Well -- of all the -- well --
(hard)
Maybe you'll be interested to know
your bag's gone.
At this, Ellie wheels around and stares at the spot where
her bag had been.
ELLIE
Oh, my heavens! It's gone!
PETER
(sarcastically)
Yeah. I knew you'd catch on
eventually.
ELLIE
What happened?
PETER
That cadaverous-looking yegg who sat
in front of us, just up and took it.
Boy, how that baby can run!
ELLIE
What am I going to do now?
PETER
Don't tell me your ticket was in it?
ELLIE
(opening her purse)
No, I've got that, all right. But my
money. All I have here is four
dollars. I've got to get to New York
with it.
PETER
You can wire home for some money
when we get to Jacksonville.
ELLIE
Why, no -- I --
(catching herself)
Yes... I guess I will.
PETER
(starting out)
I'll report it to the driver. About
your bag, I mean.
ELLIE
(quickly)
No. I'd rather you didn't.
PETER
Don't be a fool. You lost your bag.
The company'll make good. What's
your name?
ELLIE
I don't want it reported!
PETER
Why, that's ridiculous! They're
responsible for everything that --
ELLIE
(hotly)
See here, can you understand English!
I don't want it reported!
(she starts away)
Please stay out of my affairs! I
want to be left alone.
(with which she
disappears from the
scene)
A close-up of PETER shows him glaring after her.
PETER
(mumbling)
Why, you ungrateful brat!
The scene dissolves to the BUS, where all the passengers are
scattering back to their seats; Peter is already seated,
when Ellie arrives. A close view then shows her standing
uncertainly for a moment, speculating whether to cross over
his legs to get her place by the window. Peter feels her
presence by his side and glances up. She tosses her head and
plants herself in the seat in front of him, vacated by the
young man who stole her bag. Peter takes the affront with a
shrug and slides over gratefully to the coveted spot near
the window.
The scene dissolves to a close view of Ellie and a recently
arrived fat man next to her. She has her head thrown back in
an effort to sleep, but the fat man, his hands clasped over
his protruding stomach, snores disgustingly, and the rumble
of the flying bus accompanies him. Suddenly the bus careens,
the fat man falls against Ellie, and she awakens with a start
and pushes him back. The fat man's snoring goes on
uninterrupted, and Ellie relaxes again; but in a few seconds
the procedure is repeated, and Ellie is beside herself. She
looks around for somewhere to flee.
PETER, seated in back of her, in his customary slumped
position, opens his eyes slightly. It is apparent he has
been watching her for some time, for he grins at her
discomfiture. Ellie's head turns in his direction and the
grin leaves Peter's face. He shuts his eyes and pretends to
be asleep. Ellie glances at Peter to make certain he is
asleep. The fat man falls against her again and it is all
she can stand. She starts to rise. Peter sees her coming and
deliberately puts his hand on the seat next to him, still
pretending to be asleep. Just as Ellie starts to sit, she
notices his hand and is embarrassed. Gingerly she picks up
his limp hand and places it on his knee. She then slides
into the seat, sighing with relief, whereupon Peter opens
his eyes and is amused. Slowly his head turns -- and he
scrutinizes her, soberly and appraisingly. Ellie slowly turns
her head for a glimpse of Peter -- and is startled to find
him gazing at her. She turns forward, her jaw set
forbiddingly.
The scene dissolves to the view of a ROAD. It is dawn, and
in the distance, against the horizon, the bus, a mere speck,
makes its lone way over the deserted country. This dissolves
to a large SIGN, reading "JACKSONVILLE," and then into the
BUS affording a close view of ELLIE and PETER. They are both
asleep, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder, Peter's
topcoat thrown over her. Then the view draws back. The bus
is empty except for Ellie and Peter, the last few passengers
are just leaving.
PETER's eyes slowly open. He looks down at the head on his
shoulder and grins. With a sigh, he shuts his eyes again and
resumes his slumber. Next, at the front of the bus, the DRIVER
stands staring at Peter and Ellie in this intimate position
and his mouth twists knowingly.
DRIVER
(murmuring)
Oh, yeah?
ELLIE stirs, squirms a little uncomfortably and with a sleepy
grunt shifts her position. Just as she settles down, her
eyes open. She stares out of the window with unseeing eyes,
and then closes them dreamily, giving the impression that,
still half conscious, she is trying to recall where she is.
Apparently she does, for her eyes suddenly snap open and she
lifts her head. Finally (in a scene including Peter), Ellie
realizes that she has been sleeping on his shoulder, whereupon
she straightens up, embarrassed.
ELLIE
Oh, I'm sorry --
(feebly smiling)
Silly, isn't it?
She looks around, and her finding herself alone with Peter
adds to her embarrassment.
ELLIE
Everybody's gone.
She lifts her arms to adjust her hat and becomes conscious
of his coat over her which slips. She stares at it
thoughtfully for a moment -- then at Peter.
ELLIE
(realizing that he
put it there)
Oh, thank you.
(she hands him his
coat; ill at ease)
We're in Jacksonville, aren't we?
PETER
Yes.
ELLIE
(nervously)
That was foolish of me. Why didn't
you shove me away?
PETER
I hated to wake you up.
(she glances at him
speculatively)
How about some breakfast?
ELLIE
No, thank you.
(she rises, anxious
to get away)
Thank you so much.
Most uncomfortably, she edges away from him toward the front
of the bus, Peter watching her leave, his interest definitely
provoked.
The scene cuts to the STAND as Ellie emerges from the bus.
At the foot of the steps is the driver.
ELLIE
How much time have I?
DRIVER
About a half hour.
ELLIE
I'm going over to the Windsor Hotel.
Peter appears in the door of the bus in the background, and
a close view then shows him stopping to listen as he sees
Ellie talking to the driver.
DRIVER'S VOICE
The Windsor! You'll never make it in
time.
ELLIE'S VOICE
You'll have to wait for me.
DRIVER'S VOICE
(aghast)
Wait for you!
A smile flits across Peter's face; then a wider view shows
Ellie leaving the driver.
ELLIE
(as she goes)
Yes. I may be a few minutes late.
She disappears from sight, leaving the driver staring at
her, dumbly; and Peter, standing in back of the driver, shakes
his head in amazement.
The scene dissolves to the BUS STAND later that morning --
at the same spot where the bus had previously been. It is no
longer there however. A huge crowd fills the space, and the
view moving down through the crowd, singles Ellie out. She
has just arrived and looks around helplessly. Finally she
spots a uniformed terminal guard and approaches him.
ELLIE
(now next to the Guard)
Where's the bus to New York?
GUARD
Left twenty minutes ago.
ELLIE
Why, that's ridiculous! I was on
that bus -- I told them to wait!
GUARD
Sorry, Miss. It's gone.
(and he turns his
back on her)
Ellie's face clouds. The crowds surge about her. She looks
around thoughtfully. Suddenly her eyes open in surprise at
something she sees, and the view then moves over to Peter,
who sits on his suitcase, looking toward Ellie.
PETER
Good morning.
Peter is in the foreground, the guard is seen in the
background. Ellie stares at Peter, perplexed.
PETER
Remember me? I'm the fellow you slept
on last night.
ELLIE
Seems to me I've already thanked you
for that.
(turning to guard)
What time is the next bus to New
York?
GUARD
(turning)
Eight o'clock tonight.
ELLIE
Eight o'clock! Why, that's twelve
hours!
GUARD
Sorry, Miss.
The Guard leaves the scene, and Ellie's disappointment is
apparent.
PETER
(sarcastically)
What's the matter? Wouldn't the old
meanies wait for you?
(Ellie glares at him,
disdaining to reply --
this angers him, and
he continues hotly)
Say, how old are you anyway? Don't
you know these busses work on a
schedule? You need a guardian.
ELLIE
(starting away)
What are you excited about? You missed
the bus, too.
Peter looks at her a moment before replying.
PETER
(quietly)
Yeah. I missed it, too.
There is a close view of the two. She turns to him. Her
interest is provoked by his tone of voice. She glances up
into his face.
ELLIE
Don't tell me you did it on my
account!
(pause)
I hope you're not getting any idea
that what happened last night is --
(she interrupts herself)
You needn't concern yourself about
me, young man. I can take care of
myself.
PETER
You're doing a pretty sloppy job of
it.
(he reaches in his
pocket)
Here's your ticket.
ELLIE
(surprised)
My ticket?
PETER
I found it on the seat.
ELLIE
(taking it)
Oh, thank you. Must have fallen out
of my pocket.
While she is putting the ticket away in her purse, Peter
speaks:
PETER
You'll never get away with it, Miss
Andrews.
(this is a shock to
Ellie)
ELLIE
(weakly)
What are you talking about?
PETER
Just a spoiled brat of a rich man.
You and Westley'll make an ideal
team.
ELLIE
(bluffing it through)
Will you please tell me what you're
raving about!
PETER
You'll never get away with it, Miss
Andrews. Your father'll stop you
before you get half way to New York.
ELLIE
You must have me confused with --
PETER
(interrupting)
Quit kidding! It's all over the front
pages, You know, I've always been
curious about the kind of a girl
that would marry King Westley.
He pulls a newspaper out of his pocket and hands it to her.
Ellie glances at the headline hurriedly.
PETER
(while she reads)
Take my advice -- grab the first bus
back to Miami. That guy's a phony.
ELLIE
(looking up at him)
I didn't ask for your advice.
(she hands the paper
back)
PETER
That's right. You didn't.
ELLIE
You're not going to notify my father,
are you?
PETER
(looking at her
squarely)
What for?
ELLIE
If you play your cards right, you
might get some money out of it.
PETER
(a disdainful
expression crosses
his face)
I never thought of that.
ELLIE
(frantically)
Listen, if you'll promise not to do
it, I'll pay you. I'll pay you as
much as he will. You won't gain
anything by giving me away as long
as I'm willing to make it worth your
while. I've got to get to New York
without being stopped. It's terribly
important to me. I'd pay now, only
the only thing I had when I jumped
off the yacht was my wrist watch and
I had to pawn that to get these
clothes. I'll give you my address
and you can get in touch with me the
minute you get to New York.
PETER
(furious)
Never mind. You know I had you pegged
right from the start, you're the
spoiled brat of a rich father. The
only way you can get anything is to
buy it. Now you're in a jam and all
you can think of is your money. It
never fails, does it? Ever hear of
the word "Humility"? No, you wouldn't.
I guess it never occurred to you to
just say, "Please mister, I'm in
trouble. Will you help me?" No; that'd
bring you down off your high horse
for a minute. Let me tell you
something; maybe it'd take a load
off your mind. You don't have to
worry about me. I'm not interested
in your money or your problems. You,
King Westley, your father, you're
all a lot of hooey to me.
He turns his back on her and leaves. A close-up of ELLIE
shows her staring after him, her eyes blazing angrily.
In a TELEGRAPH OFFICE, Peter addresses a girl operator as he
drops a telegram on the counter, which she reads.
PETER
(brusquely)
You send telegrams here?
OPERATOR
(recognizing him
apparently,
sarcastically)
I'm just fine thanks, and how are
you?
(reading)
To "Joe Gordon, care of New York
Mail, New York. Am I laughing. The
biggest scoop of the year just dropped
in my lap. I know where Ellen Andrews
is --"
(looking up excitedly)
No, do you really?
PETER
(impatiently)
Go on. Go on send the telegram.
OPERATOR
"How would you like to have the story,
you big tub of -- of --"
PETER
Mush. Mush.
OPERATOR
"Tub of mush. Well try and get it.
What I said about never writing
another line for you still goes. Are
you burning? Peter Warne." Well,
that will be $2.60.
PETER
Send it collect.
OPERATOR
Collect?
PETER
(firmly)
Collect.
As the clerk takes the wire from him, scene fades out.
The BUS TERMINAL fades in. It is night now, and the rain
comes down in torrents. People scurry around to get into the
buses as the voice of an announcer is heard:
ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
Bus for blah-blah-blah-blah --
Charleston -- blah-blah-blah -- and
all points North to New York!
This dissolves to the interior of a BUS, which is practically
filled. Peter is in his seat, reading a magazine, while Ellie
enters hurriedly from the rear door and starts forward. As
she approaches Peter, she hesitates a second, and deliberately
passes him, plunking herself into a seat in the opposite
aisle. Peter turns just as she gets seated. He glances at
her indifferently.
A close view shows Ellie seated next to a man who sits reading
a newspaper which covers his face. Her eyes are fixed forward,
her lips set adamantly. A close-up of the MAN next to Ellie
makes it plain that he is a typical drummer. At the moment
he is absorbed in a serial story, but suddenly he becomes
aware of something at his feet, and without lowering the
newspaper, his gaze slowly shifts downward. At this, the
view moves down until it reaches Ellie's trim ankles. Her
feet beat a regular tattoo on the floor; her extreme agitation
is evident. The view moves back slowly, taking in Ellie's
shapely leg as far as the knee. Then we see ELLIE and the
DRUMMER as his gaze is still fixed on her leg. Slowly his
face breaks into a lascivious grin, he lowers his paper, and
turns for a scrutiny of her face. What he sees apparently
delights him, for he drops his paper completely -- and smiles
broadly.
DRUMMER
Hi, sister -- All alone? My name's
Shapeley.
(Ellie favors him
with a devastating
look which is wasted
on the drummer)
Might as well get acquainted. It's
gonna be a long trip -- gets tiresome
later on. Specially for somebody
like you. You look like you got class.
(he surveys her from
head to foot)
Yessir! With a capital K.
(he chuckles at his
own sally)
And I'm a guy that knows class when
he sees it, believe you me.
A close-up of ELLIE, as Shapeley's voice continues, shows
her glancing back at Peter, expecting him to come to her
rescue.
SHAPELEY'S VOICE
Ask any of the boys. They'll tell
you. Shapeley sure knows how to pick
'em. Yessir. Shapeley's the name,
and that's the way I like 'em.
Ellie again looks toward Peter. But PETER seems to have found
something of unusual interest in his magazine... and we again
see the harassed ELLIE and the irrepressible SHAPELEY, who
continues.
SHAPELEY
You made no mistake sitting next to
me.
(confidentially)
Just between us, the kinda muggs you
meet on a hop like this ain't nothing
to write home to the wife about. You
gotta be awful careful who you hit
up with, is what I always say, and
you can't be too particular, neither.
Once when I was comin' through North
Carolina, I got to gabbin' with a
good-lookin' mama. One of those young
ones, you know, and plenty classy,
too. Kinda struck my fancy. You know
how it is. Well, sir, you could'a
knocked me over with a Mack truck. I
was just warming up when she's yanked
offa the bus. Who do you think she
was? Huh? Might as well give up. The
girl bandit! The one the papers been
writin' about.
(he pulls out a cigar,
and continues --
awed by the
recollection)
Yessir, you coulda knocked me over
with a Mack truck.
(he lights his cigar,
takes a vigorous
puff, and turns to
her again)
What's the matter, sister? You ain't
sayin' much.
ELLIE
(intending to freeze
him)
Seems to me you're doing excellently
without any assistance.
(this however only
brings a guffaw from
the drummer)
SHAPELEY
That's pretty good... Well, shut my
big nasty mouth!
A close-up shows ELLIE enduring more of this as Shapeley's
voice continues:
SHAPELEY'S VOICE
...Looks like you're one up on me.
Nothin' I like better than to meet a
high-class mama that can snap 'em
back at you. 'Cause the colder they
are, the hotter they get, is what I
always say.
Now Ellie and Shapeley are seen together, with Peter seen in
the background.
SHAPELEY
Take this last town I was in. I run
into a dame -- not a bad looker,
either -- but boy, was she an iceberg!
Every time I opened my kisser she
pulls a ten strike on me. It sure
looked like cold turkey for old man
Shapeley. I sell office supplies,
see? And this hotsy-totsy lays the
damper on me quick. She don't need a
thing -- and if she did she wouldn't
buy it from a fresh mugg like me.
Well, says I to myself -- Shapeley,
you better go to work. You're up
against a lulu. Well, I'm here to
tell you, sister, I opened up a line
of fast chatter that had that dame
spinnin' like a Russian dancer. Before
I got through she bought enough stuff
to last the firm a year. And did she
put on an act when I blew town!
Ellie has scarcely listened to him, and has divided her
attention between glancing back at Peter and staring at
Shapeley as if he were insane -- none of which bothers
Shapeley. He goes on with his merry chatter, blowing rings
of smoke in the direction of the ceiling.
SHAPELEY
Yessir. When a cold mama gets hot --
boy, how she sizzles! She kinda
cramped my style, though. I didn't
look at a dame for three towns.
(quickly)
Not that I couldn't. For me it's
always a cinch. I got a much better
chance than the local talent.
(confidentially)
You see, they're kinda leery about
the local talent. Too close to home.
Know what I mean?
ELLIE has now reached the point where she could, without any
compunction, strangle him.
SHAPELEY'S VOICE
(continuing over this
glimpse of her
desperation)
But take a bird like me -- it's here
today -- and gone tomorrow. And what
happens is nobody's business.
At this time she turns helplessly toward Peter, but we Peter
being deliberately oblivious of her presence, following which
the three are seen, with Peter in the background.
SHAPELEY
But I don't go in for that kinda
stuff -- much. I like to pick my
fillies. Take you for instance. You're
my type. No kiddin' sister. I could
go for you in a big way. "Fun-on-the
side Shapeley" they call me, and the
accent is on the fun, believe you
me.
(this is all Ellie
can stand)
ELLIE
(snappily)
Believe you me, you bore me to
distraction.
(but Shapeley merely
throws his head back
and emits his
characteristic guffaw)
SHAPELEY
(laughing)
Well, you're two up on me now.
(he holds up two
fingers)
PETER
(approaching them)
Hey, you!
Shapeley's laugh dies down. He looks dumbly up at Peter, his
two fingers still held in mid-air.
SHAPELEY
Huh?
PETER
(indicating his own
seat)
There's a seat over there for you.
SHAPELEY
What's the idea?
PETER
I'd like to sit with my -- uh --
wife -- if you don't mind.
(at which Shapeley's
face falls)
SHAPELEY
(puzzled)
Wife?
PETER
Yeah. Come on -- come on!
SHAPELEY
(rising)
Oh, excuse me.
(edging away)
I was just tryin' -- you know -- to
make things pleasant.
And smiling sheepishly, he sidles over to Peter's seat, his
two fingers still poised in air. Peter plants himself next
to Ellie and totally ignoring her, opens his magazine, and
resumes his reading. Then Ellie and Peter are seen close
together. She looks up at him.
ELLIE
If you promise not to snap my head
off, I'd like to thank you.
PETER
(without turning)
Forget it. I didn't do it for you.
His voice got on my nerves.
She feels herself crushed, and ventures no further comment
as Peter resumes his interest in his magazine.
A full view of the BUS follows, and there is silence for a
while as the bus slows down and comes to a stop. Almost
simultaneously a boy makes his appearance, selling magazines
and candy.
BOY
Here you are, folks. Candy -- popcorn --
cigarettes -- magazines --
As Ellie and Peter are seen again, she turns and calls to
the boy:
ELLIE
Here, boy!
PETER
(turning to her)
What'd you do? Wire one of your
friends for money?
ELLIE
(rummaging in her
purse)
No. It'd be useless. Father'd get
the wire before they would.
BOY
(as he enters)
Yes, ma'am?
ELLIE
A box of chocolates, please.
PETER
(to the boy)
Never mind, son. She doesn't want
it.
(he gestures with his
thumb for the boy to
leave)
BOY
(puzzled)
But the lady says --
ELLIE
Of course I do. What do you mean --
PETER
(to the boy)
Beat it!
(and the boy,
frightened by his
voice, leaves)
ELLIE
(resentfully)
You have your nerve!
(she starts to rise)
Here, boy --!
Peter snatches the purse out of her hand and takes the money
out. Ellie stares at him dumbfounded.
PETER
A dollar sixty!... You had four
dollars last night! How do you expect
to get to New York at the rate you're
going?
ELLIE
(vehemently)
That's none of your business.
PETER
(with finality)
You're on a budget from now on.
(he flings her purse
back at her and
pockets the money)
ELLIE
Now, just a minute -- you can't --
PETER
Shut up!
He returns to his magazine, leaving her staring at him
petulantly as the scene fades out.
SOMEWHERE ON THE ROAD at night. This is apparently on the
outskirts of a town. Two local policemen and our bus driver
stand in the foreground near a police booth. The rain sweeps
across their faces as they talk. The passengers in the bus,
which stands in the background, stick their heads out, trying
to hear what is going on.
FIRST POLICEMAN
You won't be able to pass till
morning.
SECOND POLICEMAN
Not even then, if this keeps up.
Peter approaches the group and is then seen with the officers
and the driver.
PETER
What's up?
FIRST POLICEMAN
Bridge washed out -- around Dawson.
DRIVER
Looks like we can't go through till
morning.
SECOND POLICEMAN
(his only contribution)
Not even then, if this keeps up.
FIRST POLICEMAN
Any of your passengers want a place
to sleep -- there's an auto camp up
yonder a piece.
PETER
(interested)
Yeah? Where?
FIRST POLICEMAN
(pointing)
Up yonder. See the lights?
PETER
Yeah.
FIRST POLICEMAN
That's it. Dyke's Auto Camp.
PETER
Thanks.
He dashes toward the bus. Then he appears at the side door
of the bus.
PETER
(calling)
Hey, Brat --!
(he is about to enter
when he sees Ellie)
The view moves to the rear door of the bus. Ellie stands on
the bottom step.
ELLIE
(haughtily)
Are you talking to me!
PETER
Yeah. Come on -- we're stopping here
for the night.
He disappears inside the bus through the side door. With an
independent toss of her head, Ellie turns and also enters
the bus, but through the rear door.
The scene dissolves to DYKE'S AUTO CAMP. Ellie stands alone
on the porch of a small bungalow, sheltered from the rain.
Over her head is a sign reading:
OFFICE -- Dyke Auto Co. -- P. D. Dyke, Prop.
She looks about her restlessly, giving the impression that
she has been waiting for someone. Suddenly she is attracted
by something and gazes in its direction. Then, as seen by
Ellie in a long view, there appears, about twenty yards away,
a small cabin, lighted on the inside; and from it Peter
emerges accompanied by a man -- presumably Mr. Dyke. We cannot
hear what is being said; from their movements, however, it
is apparent that an exchange of money is taking place. Dyke
waves his hand in departure and starts toward Ellie. At the
same time, Peter calls to her:
PETER
(shouting)
Hey! Come on! We're all set.
(saying which he enters
the cabin)
Ellie hesitates a moment, then starts toward the cabin. Now
she is hurrying across the open space. En route she passes
Dyke.
DYKE
(as they pass)
Good evening. Hope you and your
husband rest comfortably.
Ellie keeps on running, but suddenly she stops dead and looks
back at Dyke, following which a close-up of ELLIE shows her
eyes opening wide with astonishment. Her impulse is to call
Dyke back, to make him repeat what he said -- to make certain
she heard him correctly. But Dyke is gone, and she turns and
glances thoughtfully in the direction of the cabin. Then
slowly the corners of her mouth screw up in an attitude of
cynicism. So that's it, is it! He has given her no previous
evidence of being "on the make"; yet now, with the first
opportunity --. Her thoughts, however, are interrupted by
Peter's voice:
PETER'S VOICE
Well, Brat -- what do you say!
As she doesn't stir, there appears a close-up view of PETER
standing in the doorway of the cabin, looking toward Ellie.
PETER
(impatiently)
Come on! Come on! What are you going
to do? Stand there all night?
(he disappears inside)
For a long moment, ELLIE is lost in speculation as to how to
proceed. Then, tossing her head defiantly, with her lips set
grimly, she starts toward the cabin until she reaches it,
stops in the doorway and peers in. As she does this, there
is a view of the inside of the CABIN, as seen by her at the
door. Except for two cots on either side of the room, a few
sticks of cane furniture, a small table upon which stands an
oil burner for cooking, the place is barren. At the moment
Peter is attaching a clothes line across the center of the
room. His suitcase is already open. And now Ellie steps
inside, surveying the place contemptuously. But Peter, with
his back to her, is oblivious of her presence; and as he
works, he hums his favorite melody. Ellie finally breaks the
silence.
ELLIE
(sarcastically)
Darn clever, these Armenians.
PETER
(seen close as he
turns)
Yeah. Yeah, it's a gift.
(but he finishes his
hammering and turns
to his suitcase)
ELLIE
(seen with Peter)
I just had the unpleasant sensation
of hearing you referred to as my
husband.
PETER
(carelessly)
Oh, I forgot to tell you. I registered
as Mr. and Mrs.
(the matter-of-fact
way in which he says
this causes her
eyebrows to lift)
ELLIE
Oh, you did? What am I expected to
do -- leap for joy?
PETER
I kind of half expected you to thank
me.
ELLIE
Your ego is colossal.
PETER
(blithely)
Yeah. Yeah, not bad. How's your's?
There is silence for a moment, and Peter proceeds with the
unpacking of his suitcase. As she watches him, Ellie's mood
changes from one of anger to that of sarcasm.
ELLIE
(appearing in a close-
up, her face
disdainful)
Compared to you, my friend, Shapeley's
an amateur.
(sharply)
Whatever gave you an idea you can
get away with this! You're positively
the most conceited --
PETER'S VOICE
(interrupting)
Hey, wait a minute!
(appearing beside her)
Let's get something straightened out
right now. If you've any peculiar
ideas that I'm interested in you,
forget it. You're just a headline to
me.
ELLIE
(frightened)
A headline? You're not a newspaper
man, are you?
PETER
Chalk up one for your side. Now
listen, you want to get to King
Westley, don't you? All right, I'm
here to help you. What I want is
your story, exclusive. A day-to-day
account. All about your mad flight
to happiness. I need that story.
Just between you and me I've got to
have it.
ELLIE
Now isn't that just too cute? There's
a brain behind that face of yours,
isn't there? You've got everything
nicely figured out, for yourself,
including this.
PETER
This? Oh, that's a matter of simple
mathematics. These cabins cost two
bucks a night and I'm very sorry to
inform you, wifey dear, but the family
purse won't stand for our having
separate establishments.
(he goes back to the
business of laying
out his things)
ELLIE
(starting to leave)
Well, thank you. Thank you very much,
but -- you've been very kind.
(but the rain outside
causes her to hesitate)
PETER
Oh, yeah? It's all right with me. Go
on out in the storm, but I'm going
to follow you, see? Yeah. And if you
get tough I'll just have to turn you
over to your old man right now. Savvy?
Now that's my whole plot in a
nutshell. A simple story for simple
people. Now if you behave yourself,
I'll see that you get to King Westley;
if not, I'll just have to spill the
beans to papa. Now which of these
beds do you prefer? This one? All
right.
While he speaks he has taken the extra blanket from the cot
and hung it over the clothes line. This manages to divide
the room in half.
A close view at the door shows Ellie watching him with
interest.
ELLIE
(sarcastically)
That, I suppose, makes everything --
uh -- quite all right.
PETER
(the previous scene
returning)
Oh, this? -- I like privacy when I
retire. I'm very delicate in that
respect. Prying eyes annoy me.
(he has the blanket
spread out now)
Behold the walls of Jericho! Maybe
not as thick as the ones that Joshua
blew down with his trumpet, but a
lot safer. You see, I have no trumpet.
(taking out pajamas)
Now just to show you my heart's in
the right place, I'll give you my
best pair of pajamas.
He flings them over to her, and she catches them and throws
them on her cot. Throughout the scene she hasn't budged from
the door, but Peter now prepares to undress.
PETER
Do you mind joining the Israelites?
ELLIE
You're not really serious about this,
are you?
PETER
(seen at close range,
going about the job
of undressing very
diffidently)
All right, don't join the Israelites.
Perhaps you're interested in how a
man undresses.
(and he hangs his
coat over the chair)
Funny thing about that. Quite a study
in psychology. No two men do it alike.
(now his shirt is
coming off)
A close view of ELLIE shows her standing stubbornly.
PETER'S VOICE
I once knew a chap who kept his hat
on until he was completely undressed.
(chuckling)
Made a comical picture...
As the scene includes both of them, Peter spreads his shirt
over his coat.
PETER
Years later his secret came out. He
wore a toupee.
He lights a cigarette diffidently while she remains brazenly
watching him, her eyes flashing defiantly.
PETER
I have an idiosyncrasy all my own.
You'll notice my coat came first --
then the tie -- then the shirt --
now, according to Hoyle, the pants
should come next. But that's where
I'm different.
(he bends over)
I go for the shoes first. After that
I --
ELLIE
(unable to stand it
any longer)
Smart aleck!
And thoroughly exasperated, she goes behind the blanket, and
plops on the cot. She sits on the edge, debating what to do,
feeling herself trapped. Her impulse is to leave, if only to
show this smart aleck he's not dealing with a child, and she
rises impetuously and moves to the window.
A close view at the WINDOW shows her looking out. The downpour
has not abated one bit, and the heavy raindrops clatter
against the window pane in a sort of challenge to Ellie,
whose jaw drops. She turns slowly back to the room, and as
she does so her eyes light on the cot. It looks most inviting;
after all, she hasn't had any rest for two nights. She falls
on the cot again, her shoulders sagging wearily. Following
this, the view reveals both sides of the blanket. Peter is
already in his pajamas.
PETER
Still with me, Brat?
(there is no answer
from Ellie)
Don't be a sucker. A night's rest'll
do you a lot of good. Besides, you've
got nothing to worry about. The Walls
of Jericho will protect you from the
big bad wolf.
A close view shows ELLIE glancing over at the blanket. Despite
herself, the suggestion of a smile flits across her face.
ELLIE
You haven't got a trumpet by any
chance, have you?
PETER gets the idea and smiles broadly.
PETER
Not even a mouth organ.
Pulling the covers back, he prepares to get into bed, humming
as he does so.
PETER
(humming to himself)
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf --
The big bad wolf, the big bad wolf.
(louder)
She's afraid of the big bad wolf,
Tra-la-la-la-la --
(he springs into bed)
Ellie smiles, and wearily she pulls her hat off her head.
She sits this way a moment, thoughtfully; then, determined,
she looks up.
ELLIE
Do you mind putting out the light?
PETER
Not at all.
(he leans over and
snaps it off)
The room is thrown into darkness except for a stream of light
coming in the window from the night-light outside the camp.
Visible are Peter's face and arms as he stares ceilingward,
while on Ellie's side all we can see of her is her silhouette,
except for such times as she gets in direct line with the
window. There are glimpses of her as she moves around in the
process of undressing, and we see, or rather sense, her dress
dropping to the floor. She now stands in her chemise; this
being white silk, it stands out more prominently against the
darkness. She picks up the pajamas and backs into a corner,
following which a close-up of her head and shoulders shows
her glancing apprehensively toward Peter's side of the room;
and holding the pajamas in front of her with one hand, with
the other she slips the strap off her shoulders. She flings
her "slip" over the blanket.
PETER, on his side of the room, looks toward the blanket,
and reacts to the "slip" coming into sight. Then other
undergarments join the "slip" on the blanket.
PETER
(hoarsely)
Do you mind taking those things off
the Walls of Jericho?
(a pause)
It's tough enough as it is.
ELLIE'S VOICE
Oh, excuse me.
(and we see the
underthings flipped
off the blanket.)
Ellie's side of the room appears, showing her crawling quickly
into bed, pulling the covers over her and glancing
apprehensively in Peter's direction -- following which a
close view shows PETER being very conscious of her proximity.
The situation is delicate and dangerous; the room is atingle
with sex. He turns his gaze toward the blanket. The view
moves to the BLANKET, remaining on it a moment. It is a frail
barrier. The view then moves back to Peter, whose eyes are
still on the blanket, his face expressionless. A close view
of ELLIE, next shows that she, too, has her eyes glued on
the blanket, a little fearfully. She turns her head and gazes
at the ceiling for a moment. Then suddenly her eyes widen --
and she sits up abruptly.
ELLIE
(seriously)
Oh, by the way -- what's your name?
PETER
(seen close; turning
his head toward her)
What's that?
ELLIE
(both sides of the
blanket coming into
view)
Who are you?
PETER
Who, me? Why, I'm the whippoorwill
that cries in the night. I'm the
soft morning breeze that caresses
your lovely face.
ELLIE
(interrupting)
You've got a name, haven't you?
PETER
Yeah. I got a name. Peter Warne.
ELLIE
Peter Warne? I don't like it.
PETER
Don't let it bother you. You're giving
it back to me in the morning.
ELLIE
(flopping back on her
pillow as she mumbles)
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Warne...
PETER
The pleasure is all mine.
There is silence between them for a few seconds.
PETER
I've been thinking about you.
ELLIE'S VOICE
Yes?
PETER
You've had a pretty tough break at
that. Twice a Missus and still
unkissed.
Ellie doesn't like the implication, and glares in his
direction as Peter's voice continues:
PETER'S VOICE
(meaningly)
I'll bet you're in an awful hurry to
get back to New York, aren't you?
ELLIE
(hard)
Goodnight, Mr. Warne.
(she turns over)
PETER
Goodnight.
He also turns his head toward the wall, and the scene fades
out.
A long view of the SKY, in the early morning, fades in. In
the dim distance there is a speck, which, as it comes nearer,
turns out to be an airplane. The drone of its motors becomes
louder and louder. Then the view cuts to the CONTROL COCKPIT
of the PLANE revealing TWO PILOTS.
FIRST PILOT
(shouting to other)
The old man's screwy!
SECOND PILOT
(who can't hear him)
What's 'at?
FIRST PILOT
(louder)
I said, the old man's screwy!
SECOND PILOT
(nodding his head in
agreement)
Yeah!
FIRST PILOT
(cupping his mouth)
The dame's too smart for him.
SECOND PILOT
(nodding again, then
leaning over)
How'd you like to be married to a
wild cat like that?
The First Pilot grimaces in disgust, grabs his nose between
his fingers, and goes through the motion of ducking under
water. And as they both laugh, the scene cuts to the CABIN
of the plane, a privately built plane which has all the
equipment of a passenger ship. Andrews and one of his
secretaries, a conservative-appearing man of middle age,
lean over a table. This being a closed cabin, the roar of
the motors scarcely interferes with the dialogue.
SECRETARY
Here's another wire, sir. This one's
from Charleston.
(as there is a close
view of the two)
"Checking every northbound train.
Also assigned twenty operatives to
watch main highways. No success yet.
Will continue to do everything
possible." Signed: Lovington Detective
Agency, Charleston.
ANDREWS
Any others?
SECRETARY
Yessir.
(holding up stack of
wires)
There's a report here from every
State along the East coast. Want to
hear them?
ANDREWS
(impatiently)
What do they say?
SECRETARY
They're practically all the same,
sir.
(he shrugs his
shoulders to indicate
there is no news)
ANDREWS
(muttering)
Amateurs!
SECRETARY
They're the finest detective agency
in the country, sir.
Andrews doesn't answer him. He puffs furiously on his cigar,
glances out of the window, and turns irritably to a phone by
his side. He snaps up the receiver and presses a button,
following which the scene cuts to the CONTROL COCKPIT, where
a light flashes on the instrument board, and the pilot picks
up the receiver.
PILOT
Yes, sir?
ANDREWS
(seen in the cabin)
I thought I made it clear I was in a
hurry to get to New York?
(bellowing)
What are we crawling for!
In the control cockpit, the pilot reacts to the complaint
and glances at his speed indicator. We then see the SPEED
INDICATOR registering 180 miles an hour. The pilot looks
aghast.
PILOT
(yelling into phone)
We've got her wide open, sir.
ANDREWS
(irascibly)
Well, step on it! Step on it!
He bangs up the receiver and stares moodily out of the window.
It is plain that he is worried. The view then includes his
secretary, Henderson.
HENDERSON
I hope she's all right, sir.
ANDREWS
(sharply)
Of course she's all right. What do
you think can happen!
HENDERSON
(intimidated)
Nothing, sir!
ANDREWS
Then shut up about it!
Thereupon the view cuts to a close-up of an airplane motor
in rapid motion, and this dissolves to the AUTO CAMP CABIN
next morning, a close view showing ELLIE peacefully sleeping.
But the drone of the plane overhead disturbs her, and she
moves restlessly.
ELLIE
(murmuring in her
sleep)
Darn planes --
She squirms around uncomfortably, and finding it impossible
to resume her slumber, opens her eyes. The sun pouring in
through the window causes her to squint. She sits up and
stares outside, puzzled. Then remembering where she is she
looks toward the other side of the cabin, listening for some
sign of life. But there is none and she relaxes. She falls
back on the pillow, pulling the covers over her.
Now PETER enters from the outside with an armful of
foodstuffs, which he dumps on the table. He looks toward
Ellie.
PETER
Hey -- you not up yet? Come on --
come on!
ELLIE'S VOICE
What time is it?
PETER
Eight o'clock.
He goes to the blanket which hangs between the two cots and
throws something over it to Ellie.
PETER
Here --
ELLIE
(catching the package)
What is it?
(opening the package)
Why, it's a toothbrush! Thanks.
(noticing her dress
hanging freshly
pressed)
You -- you had it pressed.
PETER
(getting things ready
for breakfast)
Come on! Hurry up! Breakfast'll be
ready in no time.
ELLIE
Why, you sweet thing, you. Where'd
you get it pressed?
(at this the view
moves with him and
he goes to the blanket)
PETER
Listen, Brat -- I'm going to count
to ten. If you're not out of bed by
then I'm going to yank you out myself.
A close view of ELLIE shows her being stubborn, but alarmed.
PETER'S VOICE
(counting quickly)
One -- two -- three -- four -- five
ELLIE
(panic-stricken)
Why, you bully. I believe you would.
PETER'S VOICE
-- six -- seven -- eight -- nine --
ELLIE
(screaming)
I'm out! I'm out!
And she jumps out of bed, throwing the cover around herself,
following which Peter is seen going back to the table.
PETER
You'll find the showers -- and things --
right back of the second cottage.
(at this Ellie sticks
her head over the
blanket)
ELLIE
(aghast)
Outside!
PETER
Certainly, outside. All the best
homes have 'em outside.
ELLIE
I can't go out like this.
PETER
Like what?
ELLIE
Like this. I have no robe.
PETER
Here -- take mine.
He flings his robe over to her, and she disappears behind
the blanket.
PETER
But make it snappy.
Now Ellie has got into his robe, and appears on his side.
The robe is too large for her and she makes a comical figure.
As she enters, she tries to maintain her customary dignity.
ELLIE
(dignifiedly)
Where'd you say the showers -- and
things -- were?
(Peter turns; when he
sees her he laughs)
PETER
(appraisingly)
Hey -- you're little, aren't you?
ELLIE
Where is the shower?
PETER
Your hair's cute like that. You should
never comb it.
ELLIE
(leaving haughtily)
I'll find it myself.
She slams the door viciously, but Peter rushes over to the
window to watch her; and as viewed by him, Ellie appears
next walking to the showers outside the cabin. She holds her
head high and struggles valiantly to maintain as much dignity
as she can muster under the circumstances. Then in the cabin,
at the window, Peter watching Ellie, chuckles at her, shaking
his head in amusement. He starts toward the table, and the
scene cuts to a moving view outside the cabins, with Ellie
walking past several cottages on her way to the showers.
Several people stop to stare at her until she reaches her
destination. There are two wooden shacks adjoining, each
having a sign on them; one reads, "Showers -- Men" -- the
other, "Showers -- Women." In front of the women's shower
there are several unappetizing-looking fat women waiting,
and with them is a small girl. Ellie crosses over to the
women's shower and disappears inside, the waiting women
staring at her, puzzled. A moment elapses and Ellie backs
out, being pushed by a woman, part of whose naked body is
visible, and whose voice is heard in protest:
WOMAN
Can't a body have some privacy around
here?
The women who are waiting chuckle at Ellie's embarrassment
as she stands aside. They certainly are making a monkey out
of her decorum. The little girl keeps eyeing Ellie,
fascinated.
LITTLE GIRL
(pointing)
Don't she look funny, Mama?
Ellie, wheeling on the little girl, crushes her with a
devastating look, so that the little girl cringes against
her mother's skirt. Ellie goes to the end of the line to
await her turn, following which close-ups show the LITTLE
GIRL slowly turning her head to look at Ellie, and ELLIE
noticing the little girl staring at her, whereupon Ellie
sticks her tongue out at her. And, in a scene which includes
both, the little girl retaliates by sticking her tongue out
also.
This dissolves to a view of ELLIE coming out of the showers.
At the same time Shapeley comes out of the men's shower, and
upon seeing Ellie, his face lights up.
SHAPELEY
Hello, sister.
Ellie ignores him, and walks toward her cabin. But Shapeley
falls into step with her.
SHAPELEY
Sorry about last night. Didn't know
you were married to that guy. Shoulda
told me about it right off.
(he chuckles)
There I was, gettin' myself all primed
for a killin', and you turn out to
be an old married woman.
The scene cuts to the door of PETER'S CABIN as Peter comes
out, stands in the doorway, and is surprised to see Ellie
and Shapeley, who are then seen (from his angle) talking.
Thereupon PETER is seen again as his lip curls up a little
jealously; he returns to the cabin, following which we again
see Ellie and Shapeley walking. He notices the robe she is
wearing, and he looks down toward her feet, the view moving
down to show Ellie's legs and feet. The pajama legs are seen
protruding below the robe, the cuffs of which she has turned
up. Then the view moving back up to Ellie and Shapeley, he
lifts her robe playfully.
SHAPELEY
Hey, what's this? Wearing Papa's
things? Now that's cute. That's what
I call real loveydovey. Yessir.
ELLIE
(stopping -- her eyes
blazing)
If you don't get out of here, I'll
slap that fresh mouth of yours.
SHAPELEY
(startled)
Sorry -- I didn't mean to --
ELLIE
(sharply)
Get out!
SHAPELEY
Okay. I was just trying to make
conversation.
Ellie leaves him abruptly, and the scene cuts to the CABIN,
where Peter is now busy setting the small table. Ellie enters
after a moment, while Peter has his back to the door.
PETER
(without turning)
High time you got back.
ELLIE
I met some very interesting women at
the showers. We got to chatting about
this and that. You know how time
flies.
She disappears behind the blanket, following which we see
Peter's side of the cabin, while Ellie's voice continues
from behind the blanket.
ELLIE'S VOICE
We must come back to this place often.
You meet the nicest people!
Her head bobs up over the blanket now and again as she
dresses.
ELLIE
I saw the little Pussinfoos girl.
She's turned out quite a charming
creature.
Peter ignores her chatter, except for an annoyed glance once
in a while.
ELLIE
Very outspoken, too. Said I looked
funny. Wasn't that cute?
PETER
Hurry up and get dressed.
ELLIE
(sticking her head
over blanket)
Why, Peter! Don't you want to hear
about our lovely friends?
PETER
If you didn't waste so much time on
that wise-cracking drummer -- we'd
have been through with breakfast by
this time.
A close view shows ELLIE in the process of buttoning her
dress. She looks up, having recognized a tinge of jealousy
in his voice, which intrigues her. She starts to the other
side of the blanket. Then we see her joining Peter in his
part of the cabin.
ELLIE
Well, I hope you're not going to
dictate whom I can talk to.
PETER
I know a couple of truck drivers I'd
like to have you meet sometime.
(setting a plate for
her)
Come on, sit down.
ELLIE
Thank you.
(sitting down to the
table; referring to
the food)
My, my! Scrambled eggs.
PETER
Egg. One egg -- doughnuts -- black
coffee. That's your ration till lunch.
Any complaints?
ELLIE
(cheerily)
Nope. No complaints.
PETER
I'd have gotten you some cream but
it meant buying a whole pint.
ELLIE
("sweetly")
Why, you don't have to apologize,
Mr. Warne. You'll never know how
much I appreciate all this.
PETER
(gruffly)
What makes you so disgustingly
cheerful this morning?
ELLIE
Must be the Spring.
PETER
I thought maybe -- uh -- "believe
you me" told you a couple of snappy
stories.
ELLIE
He apologized for last night.
(carelessly)
Said he didn't know we were married.
PETER
(passing her a doughnut)
Just shows you how wrong a guy can
be. Doughnut?
ELLIE
Thanks.
(embarrassed)
You think this whole business is
silly, don't you? I mean running
away and everything.
PETER
(easily)
No. No. It's too good a story.
ELLIE
Yes, you do. You think I'm a fool
and a spoiled brat. Perhaps I am,
although I don't see how I can be.
People who are spoiled are accustomed
to having their own way. I never
have. On the contrary, I've always
been told what to do and how to do
it and where and with whom. Would
you believe it? This is the first
time I've ever been alone with a
man!
PETER
Yeah?
ELLIE
It's a wonder I'm not panic stricken.
PETER
Um. You're doing all right.
ELLIE
Thanks. Nurses, governesses,
chaperones, even body-guards. Oh,
it's been a lot of fun.
PETER
One consolation; you can never be
lonesome.
ELLIE
It has its moments. It got to be a
sort of game to try to outwit father's
detectives. I -- I did it once;
actually went shopping without a
bodyguard. It was swell. I felt
absolutely immoral. But it didn't
last long. They caught up with me in
a department store. I was so mad I
ran out the back way and jumped into
the first car I saw. Guess who was
in it?
PETER
Santa Claus?
ELLIE
King -- King Westley was in it.
PETER
Oh. Is that how you met him?
ELLIE
Um-hm. We rode around all afternoon.
Father was frantic. By 6 o'clock he
was having all the rivers dragged.
(she has been "dunking"
her doughnut
throughout this,
Peter watching her)
PETER
Say, where did you learn to dunk, in
finishing school?
ELLIE
(indignantly)
Aw, now, don't you start telling me
I shouldn't dunk.
PETER
Of course you shouldn't. You don't
know how to do it. Dunking's an art.
Don't let it soak so long. A dip and
plop, into your mouth. If you let it
soak so long, it'll get soft and
fall off. It's all a matter of timing.
I ought to write a book about it.
ELLIE
Thanks, professor.
PETER
Just goes to show you. Twenty millions
and you don't know how to dunk.
ELLIE
I'd change places with a plumber's
daughter any day.
But before he can answer, they are interrupted by voices
directly outside their window, and the view moves with Peter
as he goes to the door, which he opens slightly. Thereupon
Dyke is seen in conversation with two men outside the CABIN.
DYKE
(protesting loudly)
You can't go around bothering my
tenants. I tell you, there's no girl
by that name here. Besides, how do I
know you're detectives?
FIRST DETECTIVE
Show him your credentials, Mac. I'll
look around.
At this, Peter closes the door and turns to Ellie.
PETER
Detectives!
ELLIE
(petrified)
That's Father at work. What'll I do?
(appealingly, to him)
Peter, what'll I do?
PETER
Don't look at me. I didn't marry
King Westley.
Ellie runs around the room picking up her stuff and murmuring,
"Oh, my goodness!" She reaches the window.
ELLIE
(now seen close, at
the window)
Maybe I could jump out of the window.
(tremulously)
Do you think they'd see me?
PETER'S VOICE
(suddenly)
Come here, you little fool!
She starts toward him. We then see him plunking her in a
chair:
PETER
Sit down!
He rumples her hair and sticks a few hairpins in her mouth.
He now stands aside and deliberately talks loud enough to be
heard outside.
PETER
(practically shouting)
Yeah. I got a letter from Aunt Betty.
She says if we don't stop over at
Wilkes-Barre she'll never forgive
us.
ELLIE
(a close-up showing
her staring at him
in bewilderment)
What are you talking about?
At this, Peter rushes over to her and clamps his hand over
her mouth.
PETER
(with his hand over
her mouth)
The baby is due next month -- and
they want us to come.
Ellie looks up at him, and realizes what he's doing, she
nods to him that it's all right, whereupon he removes his
hand from her mouth. And now one of the detectives approaches
FRONT DOOR of the cabin. When he hears Peter's voice, he
stops to listen.
PETER'S VOICE
She says she saw your sister Ethel
the other day, and she's looking
swell.
The detective knocks on the door. At this we again see inside
of the cabin as Peter whispers to Ellie to say "Come in."
ELLIE
(calling)
Come in!
The moment she does, Peter rushes behind the hanging blanket.
He has his head stuck over it, waiting for the detective to
enter, and the moment the door opens Peter ducks. The
detective takes a step inside the room.
PETER'S VOICE
(from behind blanket) I hope Aunt
Betty has a boy, don't you? She's
always wanted a boy. I think we'll
stop over in Wilkes-Barre this trip,
darling. Give the family a treat.
A close view shows Ellie and the detective. They have been
staring at each other.
ELLIE
(very sweet, calling
to Peter)
There's a man here to see you,
Sweetheart.
PETER'S VOICE
Who -- me?
(appearing from behind
the blankets;
pleasantly)
Want to see me?
DETECTIVE
(who hasn't taken his
eyes off Ellie)
What's your name?
ELLIE
(innocently)
Are you addressing me?
DETECTIVE
Yeah. What's your name?
PETER
(stepping in front of
him)
Hey, wait a minute! You're talking
to my wife! You can't walk in here
and -- what do you want, anyway?
DETECTIVE
We're looking for somebody.
PETER
Well, look your head off -- but don't
come bustin' in here. This isn't a
public park.
While Peter has been speaking, the second detective and Dyke
have entered. They walk over to Peter, the First Detective,
and Ellie.
PETER
I got a good mind to sock you right
in the nose.
FIRST DETECTIVE
Take it easy, son. Take it easy.
SECOND DETECTIVE
(crowding forward)
What's up?
The Second Detective's eyes fall on Ellie and he stops to
stare at her suspiciously. He takes a photograph out of his
pocket which he inspects.
DYKE
(explains)
These men are detectives, Mr. Warne.
PETER
(shouting)
I wouldn't care if they were the
whole police department. They can't
come in here and start shooting
questions at my wife!
ELLIE
(appearing very
domestic)
Don't get excited, Peter. They just
asked a civil question.
PETER
(turning on her; very
sarcastic)
There you go again! How many times
did I tell you to stop butting in
when I have an argument?
ELLIE
(sharply; entering
into the spirit of
the pretense)
Well, you don't have to lose your
temper!
PETER
(mimicking her)
You don't have to lose your temper!
(in his own voice)
That's what you told me the last
time too. Every time I step in to
protect you. At the Elk's dance when
that big Swede made a pass at you --
ELLIE
He didn't make a pass at me! I told
you a million times!
The two detectives and Dyke are seen watching the other two,
who are now out of sight.
PETER'S VOICE
(screaming)
Oh, no! I saw him! He kept pawing
you all over the dance floor!
ELLIE'S VOICE
He didn't! You were drunk!
PETER
(now seen with Ellie)
Oh, so now I was drunk!
ELLIE
Well, you were!
PETER
I'm sorry I didn't take another sock
at him.
ELLIE
Yeah, and gotten yourself arrested!
PETER
Aw, nuts! You're just like your old
man! Once a plumber always a plumber!
There isn't an ounce of brains in
your whole family!
ELLIE
(starting to cry)
Peter Warne, you've gone far enough.
I won't stand being insulted like
this another minute.
Ellie goes over to her cot, and starts picking up her hat
and things, whereupon Dyke, very much affected, turns to the
detectives.
DYKE
Now look what you've done!
FIRST DETECTIVE
(apologetically)
Sorry, Mr. Warne. But you see, we're
supposed to check up on everybody.
SECOND DETECTIVE
We're looking for a girl by the name
of Ellen Andrews. You know -- the
daughter of the big Wall Street mug.
A close-up of ELLIE appears as their voices are heard.
FIRST DETECTIVE'S VOICE
Your wife sure looks like her. Don't
she, Mac?
SECOND DETECTIVE'S VOICE
She sure does.
PETER
(the entire group
coming into view)
Well, I hope you find her.
(to Ellie)
Quit bawling! Quit bawling!
The detectives start out, accompanied by Dyke, who is still
concerned about the disturbing of his tenants. As they
disappear out the door, we hear Dyke's voice:
DYKE'S VOICE
I told you they were a perfectly
nice married couple.
Their voices die. Peter stands in the middle of the room
watching them go. From her side, where she has been stalling,
Ellie peers out of the window until the detectives vanish.
She starts toward Peter. Then they appear together, both
staring out until the detectives are well out of sight.
Finally, Peter closes the door and turns to her.
PETER
(seriously)
It'll be a dirty trick on Aunt Betty
if it turns out to be a girl after
all.
This brings laughter from them both. But Peter suddenly
sobers, and he looks at her thoughtfully.
PETER
Say, you were pretty good. Jumping
in like that. Got a brain, haven't
you?
ELLIE
You weren't so bad yourself.
PETER
We could start a two-person stock
company. If things get tough -- we
can play some small town auditoriums.
We'll call this one "The Great
Deception."
ELLIE
Next week "East Lynne."
PETER
After that "The Three Musketeers."
(he strikes a pose)
I'd make a great D'Artagnan.
ELLIE
How about Cinderella -- or a real
hot love story?
PETER
No mushy stuff. I'm running this
troupe.
ELLIE
(fighting)
Oh, you are! Who made you the manager?
PETER
I did! It was my idea, wasn't it?
ELLIE
You always want to run everything.
PETER
If you don't like it, you can resign
from the company.
ELLIE
I refuse to resign!
PETER
Then I'll fire you. I'll do all the
parts myself.
They are interrupted by the door being flung open. Dyke sticks
his head in the door.
DYKE
Your bus leaves in five minutes.
PETER
Holy jumping --! We haven't started
to pack yet!
And they both scurry around, throwing things carelessly into
Peter's suitcase, as the scene fades out.
GORDON'S OFFICE fades in, and Gordon is at his desk as his
secretary enters.
SECRETARY
Here's another wire from Peter Warne.
GORDON
Throw it in the basket.
(as the secretary
starts to do so)
What's it say?
(reading)
"Have I got a story! It's getting
hotter and hotter. Hope you're the
same."
Gordon snatches the wire out of her hand and tears it
viciously into bits.
GORDON
Collect?
SECRETARY
Yes.
GORDON
Don't accept any more.
The scene dissolves to ANDREWS' NEW YORK OFFICE -- a richly
appointed place, awe-inspiring in its dignified furnishings,
which shriek of wealth. Andrews paces back and forth in back
of his desk. Sitting before him is a man of fifty, with very
rugged features. He is Lovington, head of the detective agency
bearing his name. When the scene opens, Andrews is holding
forth:
ANDREWS
Three days! Three whole days! And
what have you accomplished! --
(in a close view at
the desk)
All you've shown me is a stack of
feeble reports from those comical
detectives of yours. I want action,
Lovington!
LOVINGTON
We can't do the impossible, Mr.
Andrews.
ANDREWS
What I'm asking isn't impossible. My
daughter is somewhere between here
and Miami. I want her found!
LOVINGTON
I've put extra men on, all along the
way.
ANDREWS
It's not enough!
(suddenly)
Are you certain she's not with King
Westley?
LOVINGTON
No. He's been trailed twenty-four
hours a day since this thing started.
He can't even get a phone call we
don't know about.
ANDREWS
(who has been pressing
several buttons on
his desk)
I'm worried, Lovington. After all,
something might have happened to
her.
(he is interrupted by
the entrance of
several employees)
ONE OF THEM
Yessir?
ANDREWS
(seeing them)
Oh, Clark -- want you to arrange for
a radio broadcast -- right away --
coast to coast hook-up! Offer a reward
of ten thousand dollars for any
information leading to her
whereabouts.
CLARK
(leaving)
Yessir.
ANDREWS
Brown --
BROWN
Yessir?
ANDREWS
Send the story out to the newspapers.
(he rips a picture of
Ellie on the desk
out of its frame)
Some of the out of town papers may
not have a picture of her. Here --
wire this to them -- I want it to
break right away.
As he hands the picture to Brown, the view moves in to a
close-up of the PICTURE which dissolves to a close-up of the
same picture in a newspaper, and as the view draws slowly
back we see the headline over it, which reads "DAUGHTER OF
BANKER DISAPPEARS TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS REWARD" The view then
draws back to reveal SHAPELEY reading the newspaper. He stares
long and absorbedly at the picture. Then slowly he turns his
head toward the rear of the bus, and the view following his
gaze passes a group of men singing "The Man On the Flying
Trapeze." They are huddled together, and accompanied by a
man who plays a guitar. Then the view continues moving until
it reaches Peter and Ellie who join in the song, and a close-
up of ELLIE shows her eyes sparkling as she sings gaily.
SHAPELEY looks back at Ellie, and apparently comes to the
conclusion that his suspicions are correct, for he quickly
folds the newspaper, casting a surreptitious glance around
to make certain he is not being watched. A diabolical smirk
spreads over his face.
A full view of the interior of the bus shows most of the
occupants joining in the fun, singing. They seem unmindful
of the discomfiture caused by the rocking of the bus, which
throws them against each other. Then the view draws in to a
front seat in which sit a woman and a small boy of ten. The
woman's face is haggard and she sways uncertainly, her eyes
half closed. Her small son's frightened face peers up at
her.
BOY
(in a trembling voice)
What'sa matter, Ma? Don't you feel
all right?
The woman struggles valiantly to recover her composure. She
presses her son's small hand in a feeble effort at assurance.
A close view of Ellie and Peter shows ELLIE singing more
boisterously than the rest, doing the comical song with
exaggerated gestures. But suddenly her face clouds, at
something she sees.
ELLIE
(touching Peter's arm)
Peter!
(as he turns)
There's something the matter with
that woman. She looks ill.
Peter follows her gaze, whereupon we see the WOMAN. Her head
rolls weakly, a pained expression on her face.
ELLIE
(again seen with Peter;
sympathetically)
I better go over and see her.
PETER
Don't be silly. Nothing you can do.
Must be tough on an old woman -- a
trip like this.
ELLIE
(worried)
Yes.
We see the other passengers around Ellie and Peter enjoying
themselves. One of them pokes her.
MAN
Hey, Galli-Curci, come on -- get
onto it!
(poking Peter)
You, too, McCormack.
Ellie and Peter snap into it; they are just in time for the
long wail which precedes the chorus:
ELLIE AND PETER
(Singing)
"O-o-o-oh--He flies through the air
with the greatest of ease -- This
daring young man on the flying trapeze --
"
At this the scene cuts to the ROAD. The bus is caught in a
muddy road, full of ruts, and at the moment wavers dangerously
at an angle. The left front wheel is stuck in a deep hole,
and the engine roars and clatters as the driver feeds the
gas. Finally the bus moves forward, extricating the wheel;
but just as it does, the right front wheel falls into another
mud hole on the other side, and this time the bus seems
hopelessly stuck, a close-up of the RIGHT WHEEL showing it
revolving desperately, but in vain. The mud splashes in all
directions, and the wheel seems to sink deeper and deeper.
Thereupon this view cuts to the inside of the BUS. The bus
is tilted over at an extreme angle, which has thrown Ellie
into a corner on the floor, where she now crouches in an
undignified position. She looks like a turtle, her head being
invisible.
ELLIE
(sticking her head
out)
Thank the man for me, Peter. This is
the first comfortable position I've
had all night.
Peter, amused, is assisting her to her feet. The guitarist
has continued his playing uninterrupted, and as Peter lifts
Ellie, he sings:
PETER
(singing)
"She flies through the air with the
greatest of ease. This darin' young
maid on the flying trapeze --
(grunting)
Her movements are graceful -- all
men does she please --"
A close view of the WOMAN and the LITTLE BOY now shows the
latter terrifiedly watching his mother, whose head sags
wearily. Finally she topples forward in a swoon.
BOY
(with a moan)
Ma! Ma! What'sa matter with you?
(tears stream down
his cheeks)
Somebody help me! Somethin's happened
to her!
The music stops abruptly. Everyone looks up, startled. Ellie
starts forward, followed by Peter. Passengers closely group
around the woman and chatter. "She's fainted. Look how pale
she is."
Peter and Ellie step up.
PETER
Get some water, somebody.
(to the boy)
Let me get in here, son.
Ellie goes out of sight to get water. The boy cries audibly,
terror-stricken, but gets out of Peter's way, and Peter lifts
the woman up and stretches her across the seat. Ellie comes
back with water which she silently hands to Peter, who
administers to the woman and when she slowly opens her eyes,
makes her drink the water. The woman looks around, bewildered.
PETER
(consolingly)
That's better. You're all right now.
Just took a little nose-dive, that's
all.
He assists her in sitting up. The boy's wailing is heard,
and he now rushes over and throws his arms around his mother.
BOY
(crying)
Ma -- oh, gee, Ma --!
His mother clings to him, but still feeling faint, her head
sways. Peter looks up at Ellie and gives her a sign to sit
down beside the woman. ELLIE sits down beside her. Peter
takes the boy by the shoulders.
PETER
Come on, son. Better give your mother
a chance to snap out of it.
(as the boy emits a
heart-breaking sob)
It's all right, son. She'll be okay
in a couple of minutes.
He leads the boy away, while Ellie places her arm around the
woman.
ELLIE
You'd better rest. It's been a hard
trip, hasn't it?
The scene cuts to a close view of SHAPELEY who has his eye
peeled on Peter, watching him, and we next see Peter and the
boy, who is still sobbing quietly. They are now standing
away from the other passengers.
BOY
We ain't ate nothin' since yestidday.
PETER
What happened to your money?
BOY
Ma spent it all for the tickets. She
didn't know it was gonna be so much.
(with a new outburst)
We shouldn'a come, I guess, but Ma
said there's a job waitin' for her
in New York -- and if we didn't go,
she might lose it.
PETER
Going without food is bad business,
son. Why didn't you ask somebody?
BOY
I was gonna do it, but Ma wouldn't
let me. She was ashamed, I guess.
Peter reaches into his pocket for a bill, just as Ellie
approaches them.
ELLIE
She'll be all right, soon's she gets
something to eat.
Peter has extracted a single bill and dips in his pocket for
a smaller one. Before he can find anything, however, Ellie
takes the one he has in his hand and gives it to the boy.
ELLIE
Here, boy -- first town we come to,
buy some food.
(Peter glances at the
empty hand and then
at Ellie)
BOY
I shouldn't oughta take this. Ma'll
be angry.
ELLIE
(confidentially)
Just don't tell her anything about
it. You don't want her to get sick
again, do you?
BOY
(a sob in his voice)
No-o. But I shouldn't oughta take
the money.
(to Peter)
You might need it.
PETER
Me? Forget it, son.
(rumples his hair --
smiling)
I got millions.
BOY
(also smiling)
Thanks.
ELLIE
(her arm around the
boy)
Come on. Let's go back to your mother.
She leaves with the boy, Peter watching her a moment,
impressed by her display of humanness, before turning and
leaving the scene, following which a close-up shot of SHAPELEY
watching Peter, then also rising and starting out.
On the ROAD, the driver is now standing in front of the mud-
hole, staring at the sunken wheel dolefully, as several people
stray into the scene.
DRIVER
That storm sure made a mess outa
these roads.
PETER
(appearing, and seeing
the trouble)
Holy Smokes! You'll never get out
yourself! Better phone for some help.
DRIVER
Phone for help?
(unhappily)
We're right in the middle of nowhere.
There isn't a town within ten miles
of here.
Shapeley is just entering the outskirts of the group. He
stops, looks in the direction of Peter speculatively. He has
the newspaper stuck in his pocket, which he caresses tenderly.
The scene expanding, Peter is then seen leaving the group.
SHAPELEY
(as Peter approaches)
What's up?
PETER
Looks like we're going to be stuck
for a long time.
(he starts away)
SHAPELEY
(calling to him)
Say, Buddy --
Peter turns, and looks at him quizzically, and the two are
then seen close together.
SHAPELEY
Like to have a look at my paper?
He has taken it out and has it opened as he hands it to Peter.
The headlines concerning Ellie and her picture shriek out at
Peter. This startles him for a moment, but he manages to
recover his poise.
SHAPELEY
Travelin' like this, you kinda lose
track of what's goin' on in the world.
PETER
(guardedly)
Thanks.
(he glances from the
newspaper to Shapeley,
wondering how much
he suspects)
SHAPELEY
If you wanna get anywhere nowadays,
you gotta keep in touch with all the
news, is what I always say.
PETER
(eyeing him expectantly)
That's right.
SHAPELEY
(pointing to paper)
Take that story there, for instance.
Be kinda sweet if we could collect
that ten thousand smackers.
PETER
(non-committally)
Yeah -- wouldn't it?
SHAPELEY
It's a lotta dough. If I was to run
across that dame, you know what I'd
do?
PETER
What?
SHAPELEY
I'd go fifty-fifty with you.
PETER
Why?
SHAPELEY
Cause I'm a guy that don't believe
in hoggin' it, see? A bird that
figures that way winds up behind the
eight ball, is what I always say.
PETER
What's on your mind?
SHAPELEY
(hard)
Five G's -- or I crab the works.
PETER
You're a pretty shrewd baby.
(looking around)
We better get away from this gang.
Talk this thing over privately.
And the view moves with them as Peter leads the way toward a
clump of bushes off the side of the road, Shapeley following.
They are concealed from the rest of the passengers.
PETER
Lucky thing, my running into you.
Just the man I need.
SHAPELEY
(smiling broadly)
You're not making any mistake, believe
you me.
PETER
I can use a smart guy like you.
SHAPELEY
(expansively)
Say listen, when you're talkin' to
old man Shapeley, you're talking to --
PETER
(suddenly)
Do you pack a gat?
A close view of the TWO shows the smile dying on Shapeley's
face. He looks up quickly.
SHAPELEY
Huh?
PETER
A gat! A gat!
(feeling him)
Got any fireworks on you?
SHAPELEY
(weakly)
Why -- no --
PETER
(carelessly)
That's all right. I got a couple of
machine guns in my suitcase. I'll
let you have one of them.
(Shapeley is beginning
to realize he is in
for something he
hadn't bargained
for, and stares
speechlessly at Peter,
who continues blandly)
Expect a little trouble up North.
May have to shoot it out with cops.
The perspiration starts appearing on Shapeley's brow (as we
see him in a close-up). Peter's voice continues:
PETER'S VOICE
(with emphasis)
If you come through all right, your
five G's are in the bag. Maybe more.
I'll talk to the "Killer" -- see
that he takes care of you.
SHAPELEY
(finally finding his
voice)
The Killer?
PETER
(seen with Shapeley;
watching the latter
to gauge the effect
of his words)
Yeah -- the "big boy" -- the Boss of
the outfit.
SHAPELEY
(shakily)
You're not kidnapping her, are you?
PETER
(tough)
What else, stupid! You don't think
we're after that penny-ante reward,
do you?
(contemptuously)
Ten thousand bucks? Chicken feed!
We're holding her for a million
smackers.
SHAPELEY
(stammering)
Say, look! I didn't know it was
anything like this, see -- and --
PETER
What's the matter with you! Gettin'
yellow?
SHAPELEY
(raising his voice,
pleadingly)
But I'm a married man. I got a couple
of kids. I can't get mixed up with --
PETER
(gripping his arm)
Sh-sh-sh --! Soft pedal, you mug! --
before I -- What're you trying to
do? Tell the whole world about it!
(low and menacingly)
Now listen, you're in this thing --
and you're staying in! Get me? You
know too much.
SHAPELEY
(frightened out of
his wits)
I won't say anything. Honest, I won't.
PETER
Yeah? -- How do I know?
(he reaches into his
coat threateningly)
I gotta good mind to plug you.
(arguing with himself)
I shouldn't take any chances on you.
SHAPELEY
(breaking down)
You can trust me, Mister. I'll keep
my mouth shut.
PETER
Yeah?
(he glares at Shapeley
a moment silently,
as if making up his
mind)
What's your name?
SHAPELEY
Oscar Shapeley.
PETER
Where do you live?
SHAPELEY
Orange, New Jersey.
PETER
Got a couple of kids, huh?
SHAPELEY
Yeah. Just babies.
PETER
You love them, don't you?
SHAPELEY
(sensing the threat;
horrified)
Oh, gee, Mister -- you wouldn't --
you ain't thinkin' about --
PETER
(threateningly)
You'll keep your trap shut, all right.
SHAPELEY
(quickly)
Sure -- sure -- I'll keep my trap
shut. you can depend on me, Mister.
PETER
If you don't -- Ever hear of Bugs
Dooley?
SHAPELEY
No.
PETER
Nice guy. Just like you. But he made
a big mistake, one day. Got kind of
talkative. Know what happened? His
kid was found in the bottom of the
river. A rock tied around its neck.
Poor Bugs! He couldn't take it. Blew
his brains out.
(Shapeley can't stand
much more of this.
He is ready to keel
over)
SHAPELEY
Gee! That musta been terrible.
(righteously)
I guess he had it coming to him
though. But don't you worry about
me. I don't talk. I never talk. Take
my word for it. Gee, I wouldn't want
anything to happen to my kids.
PETER
Okay. Just remember that. Now beat
it.
SHAPELEY
(grabbing Peter's
hand and shaking it
gratefully)
Oh, thanks, thanks, Mister. I always
knew you guys were kind-hearted.
PETER
(putting his hand
away)
Come on, scram! And stay away from
that bus.
SHAPELEY
Sure. Anything you say.
As he says this, he backs away from Peter, following which a
close-up of PETER shows a twinkle in his eye and then, as
seen by Peter, Shapeley appears walking hurriedly away. When
he thinks the distance is safe he starts running. He slips
and falls in the mud, picks himself up, and continues his
race for life.
The scene dissolves to the ROAD, at night, with Ellie and
Peter walking along. It is apparent they have been trudging
like this for a long time.
ELLIE
Poor old Shapeley. You shouldn't
have frightened him like that.
PETER
At the rate he started, he's probably
passed two state lines by this time.
The exercise is good for him.
ELLIE
Yes, I noticed he was getting a little
fat lately.
(she grabs her side)
Ouch!
PETER
What's the matter?
ELLIE
(grimacing)
I was never built for these moonlight
strolls.
(protesting)
Why did we have to leave the bus?
PETER
I don't trust that chatterbox.
The scene dissolves to the banks of a narrow STREAM at night.
Peter is bending over, removing his shoes, and we see the
two closer as they talk.
PETER
First town we hit in the morning,
you better wire your father.
ELLIE
Not as long as I'm alive.
PETER
Okay with me, if you can stand the
starvation diet.
ELLIE
What do you mean -- starvation?
PETER
It takes money to buy food.
ELLIE
Why, haven't you --?
PETER
(interrupting)
Not a sou. I had some before the
fainting scene.
ELLIE
You didn't give that boy all your
money?
PETER
I didn't give him anything. You were
the bighearted gal. How about wiring
your father now?
ELLIE
Never! I'll get to New York if I
have to starve all the way.
PETER
(rising -- uttering a
deep sigh)
Must be some strange power Westley
has over you women.
(he now has his shoes
off and ties them to
each other)
How do you expect to get there?
ELLIE
To New York?
PETER
Yeah.
ELLIE
I'm following you.
PETER
Aren't you afraid of me?
ELLIE
(confidently)
No.
PETER
(looking at her)
Okay. Hang on to these.
As he bends down in front of Ellie, he gets a firm grip around
her legs and throws her over his shoulder like a sack. She
squeals, terrified, but Peter ignores this; and with his
right hand, which is free, he lifts the suitcase and starts
walking across the stream. Ellie's first fright is gone and
she now rather enjoys the sensation of being carried by Peter.
She lets herself go completely limp, still clinging to his
shoes, which she carries by the string. As they walk, the
dangling shoes keep hitting Peter's backside.
PETER
I wish you'd stop being playful.
ELLIE
(thereupon holding
the shoes out at a
safe distance)
Sorry.
(Peter takes several
more laborious steps
before either of
them speaks)
It's the first time I've ridden "piggy-
back" in years.
PETER
This isn't "piggy-back."
ELLIE
Of course it is.
PETER
You're crazy.
ELLIE
(after a silence for
several seconds)
I remember distinctly Father taking
me for a "piggy-back" ride --
PETER
And he carried you like this, I
suppose.
ELLIE
Yes.
PETER
(with finality)
Your father didn't know beans about
"piggy-back" riding.
ELLIE
(another silence before
she speaks again)
My uncle -- Mother's brother -- had
four children... and I've seen them
ride "piggy-back."
PETER
I don't think there's a "piggy-back"
rider in your whole family. I never
knew a rich man yet who was a good
"piggy-back" rider.
ELLIE
That's silly.
PETER
To be a "piggy-backer" it takes
complete relaxation -- a warm heart --
and a loving nature.
ELLIE
And rich people have none of those
qualifications, I suppose.
PETER
Not a one.
ELLIE
You're prejudiced.
PETER
Show me a good "piggy-back" rider
and I'll show you somebody that's
human. Take Abraham Lincoln, for
instance -- a natural "piggy-backer."
(contemptuously)
Where do you get off with your stuffed-
shirt family?
(turning)
Why, your father knew so much about
"piggy-back" riding that he --
In his excitement he wheels around to speak to her, forgetting
that as he turns she goes with him. Not finding her at his
right, he swings around to his left. Naturally he takes Ellie
with him -- and realizing his mistake he mutters:
PETER
Aw, nuts!
He proceeds on his way, walking faster than before. They
continue this way silently for some time. Finally Ellie breaks
the silence.
ELLIE
(persistently)
My father was a great "piggy-backer."
Peter raises his eyes heavenward in thorough disgust, then
calmly hands his suitcase to her.
PETER
Hold this a minute.
Ellie takes the suitcase from him, and his hand now free, he
delivers a resounding smack on her backside, so that Ellie
lets out a yelp.
PETER
(taking the suitcase)
Thank you.
The scene dissolves to the edge of a cow PASTURE, at night,
and Ellie and Peter are revealed climbing under a barbed
wire fence, following which the scene dissolves to a HAYSTACK,
in front. Peter sets his bag down and surveys the layout,
Ellie watching him.
PETER
(to himself)
This looks like the best spot.
ELLIE
We're not going to sleep out here,
are we?
PETER
I don't know about you, but I'm going
to give a fairly good imitation of
it.
And he busies himself laying out a bed for her, pulling hay
from the stack and spreading it out on the ground. Ellie
wanders aimlessly and then moves to a rock, where she sits
and watches Peter.
ELLIE
(after a pause; coyly)
Peter --
PETER
(as a close view shows
him still arranging
her bed; grumbling)
What?
ELLIE'S VOICE
I'm hungry.
PETER
(without looking up)
Just your imagination.
ELLIE
(seen at the rock,
while Peter is out
of sight)
No, it isn't. I'm hungry and -- and
scared.
PETER'S VOICE
You can't be hungry and scared at
the same time.
ELLIE
(insisting)
Well, I am.
PETER
(as both he and Ellie
are seen in their
respective places)
If you're scared it scares the hunger
out of you.
ELLIE
(argumentatively)
Not if you're more hungry than scared.
PETER
(impatiently)
All right. You win. Let's forget it.
ELLIE
(after a pause)
I can't forget it. I'm still hungry.
PETER
(tearing his hair;
screaming)
Holy Smokes! Why did I ever get mixed
up with you!
This brings silence, and he goes on building a bed for her.
Then a close-up of Ellie shows her watching him. Her eyes
soften. A very definite interest in him is slowly but surely
blossoming, and the fact that he is making her bed adds to
the intimacy of the scene. A close view of PETER shows him
concentrating on his task, but he pauses a moment and turns
to glance at her. It is a devouring look, which he quickly
dispels by working more feverishly on her bed.
PETER
(muttering while he
works)
If I had any sense, I'd have been in
New York by this time.
(he emphasizes his
feelings by yanking
viciously at the hay
as both of them are
now seen)
Taking a married woman back to her
husband. Hunh! What a prize sucker I
turned out to be.
(He has her bed ready;
without glancing at
her)
Come on -- your bed's all ready.
She watches him a moment, then rising slowly, starts toward
Peter. Then she stands over her bed, surveying it
speculatively.
ELLIE
I'll get my clothes all wrinkled.
PETER
(sharply)
Well, take them off.
ELLIE
(shocked)
What!
PETER
(shouting)
All right! Don't take them off. Do
whatever you please. But shut up
about it.
She flashes him a petulant, offended glance but it is lost
on Peter, who has his back to her, and meticulously, she
slips to her knees and proceeds to stretch out on the hay.
The hay bed is bumpy and hard and she has quite a difficult
time getting comfortable; her efforts to do so are accompanied
by painful sighs. A close view shows PETER stopping to watch
her, and his look is sympathetic and solicitous. Then while
Ellie groans and sighs and pounds the hay with her palm,
Peter steps out of sight. Ellie is unaware of his departure,
so busily occupied is she with her makeshift bedding. She
squirms around unhappily and finally stretches out, deciding
to make the best of it. She lies on her back, her hands
clasped under her head, looking up at the stars.
ELLIE
(seen close, as she
is lying back on hay
bed)
You're becoming terribly disagreeable
lately. Snap my head off every time
I open my mouth.
(she waits for a reply,
but receives none)
If being with me is so distasteful
to you, you can leave.
(independently)
You can leave any time you see fit.
Nobody's keeping you her.
(martyr-like)
I can get along.
She waits a second and then turns to see what effect this
has on him. The fact that Peter is gone doesn't quite register
at first. She looks around calmly, then is puzzled, and
finally she becomes panicky. She sits up with a start.
ELLIE
(murmuring, frightened)
Peter --
(there is a pause
while she listens,
but nothing stirs,
and there is more
apprehension in her
voice)
Peter!
Real terror comes into her face, and she is ready to cry.
She gets to her feet.
ELLIE
(with a terrified
outcry)
Peter!!
At this he comes running into the scene; under his arm he
has a watermelon.
PETER
What's the matter?
ELLIE
(relieved)
Oh, Peter--
(she throws her arms
around his neck and
sobs freely)
PETER
(hoarsely)
What's got into you?
ELLIE
(clinging to him)
Oh, Peter! I was so scared.
With his free hand he removes her arm from around his neck
and starts away.
PETER
(setting the watermelon
down)
I wasn't gone more than a minute.
Just went out to find you something
to eat.
ELLIE
(a sob still in her
voice)
I know -- but --
PETER
(kicking the melon
over to her)
Here. Eat your head off.
ELLIE
I don't want it now.
PETER
(vehemently)
Thought you were hungry!
ELLIE
I was -- but --
PETER
But what!
ELLIE
I was so scared -- that it scared --
PETER
(exasperatedly)
Holy Jumping Catfish! You can drive
a guy crazy.
He kicks the melon viciously out of sight, and without any
particular preparation or fuss, he flops down on his bed,
following which Ellie goes to her bed and lies down, too.
Then a close view of ELLIE appears, and at the moment she
looks far removed from the spoiled, pampered, self-reliant
brat of Alexander Andrews. Instead, she is a helpless baby,
clinging to Peter's protective wing. She'd be ever so grateful
right now for a little civility on his part, for a little
tenderness and understanding, and she glances over at him,
hopefully. PETER, however, stares up at the stars, dreamily;
and we then see ELLIE turning away from him, disappointed.
Still, the minute Ellie turns her head, Peter looks at her
out of the corner of his eye, and it's a long and steady
gaze. Then suddenly he gets an idea and rises. He finds his
topcoat and goes to her.
PETER
Might get chilly later on.
(he spreads it over
her)
Better use this.
As he bends down to tuck her in, their faces are seen in
close proximity. Ellie, tremulous and fearful, has her eyes
peeled on him. The situation is imminent with danger; anything
is likely to happen at this moment; and she is frightened
and expectant -- she knows how weak she would be, if he
suddenly crushed her in his arms. Peter avoids her gaze. He,
too, is a bit shaky. The temptation is there and his
resistance is waning. He tucks her in and quickly turns away.
Ellie's eyes, however, never leave him. Immediate danger has
vanished, and it leaves her a little regretful.
A close view of PETER, as he walks over to a rock and sits
down, shows him nervously taking out a cigarette and lighting
it.
PETER
You've had a lot of men crazy about
you, haven't you?
ELLIE doesn't respond. She has the scrutinizing, speculative
look of a girl who feels herself falling in love with someone
who is practically a stranger to her, as a result of which
she is frightened. Then a wider view includes both of them
and we see that Peter, too, fights valiantly against a
mounting interest in this girl, who epitomizes everything he
dislikes. He creates the impression in the following scene
that in his analysis of her he is trying to dissuade himself
from something he is bound to regret. His attack on her,
consequently, is overly vicious.
PETER
I guess you've pretty much had your
own way with them. That's your trouble
mostly. You've always had your own
way. That's why you're such a mess
now.
He pauses a second, waiting for a protest, but Ellie offers
none; she is too much absorbed in her own confusing emotions.
A close view then shows PETER taking a long puff on his
cigarette and exhaling the smoke, watching it vanish before
he speaks.
PETER
(suddenly)
You know what generally happens to
people like you? You get your values
all mixed up. You attach all the
importance to the wrong things. Right
now, for instance, there's only one
thought in your mind -- to get back
to King Westley.
He waits for a reaction, but a close view shows ELLIE
absorbed, and she remains silent. Peter's voice continues.
PETER'S VOICE
Comical part of it is, it isn't what
you want at all. In a couple of weeks
you'll be looking for the nearest
exit...
(now seen with her)
People like you spend all your life
on a merry-go-round. I guess that's
what makes you so dizzy.
(he rises and paces a
few moments)
You're always chasing after something.
At least you think you are. Truth
is, you're just running away.
(emphatically)
From yourself, mostly. 'Cause you're
miserable. You hate yourself. The
world's full of people like you.
Don't know what they want.
ELLIE
Do you know?
PETER
Sure.
ELLIE
What?
PETER
(flatly)
Nothing.
(after a pause)
Nothing you'd give two cents for.
ELLIE
(seen close)
Try me.
PETER'S VOICE
I just want to be let alone, that's
all. Life's swell if you don't try
too hard. Most people want to get a
strangle-hold on it. They're not
living. They're just feverish.
(now appearing with
her)
If they didn't get themselves all
balled up with a lot of manufactured
values, they'd find what they want.
Peace and calm. When you get right
down to it, what's all the shootin'
for, will you tell me? After all,
you can only eat three meals a day,
only sleep in one bed --
(looking up)
Right now, that hay feels pretty
good to you, doesn't it? Sure it
does. 'Cause you were tired -- and
it's the only thing around.
ELLIE
You sound like a hobo.
PETER
I am. I only work when I have to.
Two years ago I got a notion and
went to China. There was a war going
on. Swell! After a while it got stale.
I went down to Tahiti. Just lay on
the beach for six months. What could
be sweeter?
ELLIE
Doesn't sound very exciting.
PETER, seen close, looks at her for a long time before
speaking:
PETER
I guess not. I'd have given odds it
wouldn't mean anything to you.
(he goes over and
flops down on his
own side of hay)
There were moments when I had hopes.
When I -- aw, I'm wasting time --
You're destined to be a dope the
rest of your life.
(contemptuously)
I pity you. Goodnight.
He turns over with a finality that precludes any further
discussion, following which a close-up of ELLIE reveals that
her eyes are wide open, staring thoughtfully up at the sky.
The scene fades out slowly.
A ROAD fades in. It is day now, and Peter and Ellie are
trundling along. Ellie limps, and wears an unhappy expression
on her face.
ELLIE
What are you thinking about?
PETER
By a strange coincidence, I was
thinking of you.
ELLIE
(pleased)
Really?
PETER
Yeah. I was just wondering what makes
dames like you so dizzy.
ELLIE
What'd you say we're supposed to be
doing?
PETER
Hitch-hiking.
ELLIE
Well, you've given me a very good
example of the hiking --
(strongly)
where does the hitching come in?
PETER
(amused at her)
A little early yet. No cars out yet.
She spies a rock and heads for it. Then we see her seated on
the rock.
ELLIE
If it's just the same to you, we'll
sit right here till they come.
(Peter comes over,
sets his bag down,
and prepares to wait)
Got a toothpick?
PETER
No. But I've got a penknife.
(he extracts one from
his pocket which he
snaps open)
ELLIE
Hay -- in my teeth.
She points to her front teeth, and Peter flicks the hay out
of her teeth.
PETER
There it is. Better swallow it. We're
not going to have any breakfast.
ELLIE
Needn't rub it in.
(Peter takes a carrot
out of his coat pocket
and starts nibbling
on it; Ellie looks
up at this)
What're you eating?
PETER
Carrots.
ELLIE
Raw?
PETER
Uh-huh. Want one?
ELLIE
(emphatically)
No!!
(as Peter smacks his
lips with satisfaction)
It's a wonder you couldn't get me
something I can eat.
PETER
You don't think I'm going around
panhandling for you.
(he takes a bite)
Best thing in the world for you --
carrots. Had a tough time getting
them. If that farmer ever caught me --
goodnight!
ELLIE
I hate the horrid stuff.
While she speaks a car roars by at terrific speed. Peter and
Ellie both jump up.
PETER
I wish you wouldn't talk too much.
We let a car get away.
(Ellie goes back to
her rock, despondently)
ELLIE
What if nobody stops for us?
PETER
Oh, they'll stop, all right. It's a
matter of knowing how to hail them.
ELLIE
You're an expert, I suppose.
PETER
Expert! Going to write a book on it.
Called the "Hitch-Hikers Hail."
ELLIE
There's no end to your
accomplishments.
PETER
You think it's simple, huh?
ELLIE
(exaggeratedly)
Oh, no!
PETER
Well, it is simple. It's all in the
thumb, see? A lot of people do it --
(waving)
like this.
(he shakes his head
sadly)
But they're all wrong. Never get
anywhere.
ELLIE
Tch! Tch! I'm sorry for the poor
things.
PETER
But the thumb always works. Different
ways to do it, though. Depends on
how you feel. For instance, number
one is a short, jerky movement--
(he demonstrates)
That shows independence. You don't
care if they stop or not. 'Cause you
got some money in your pocket, see?
ELLIE
Clever.
PETER
Number two is a wider movement -- a
smile goes with that one -- like
this.
(he demonstrates)
That means you got a couple of brand
new stories about the farmer's
daughter.
ELLIE
You figured that all out yourself,
huh?
PETER
Oh, that's nothing. Now take number
three, for instance. That's a pip.
It's the pathetic one. When you're
broke -- and hungry -- and everything
looks black. It's a long movement
like this --
(demonstrating)
-- with a follow through.
ELLIE
Amazing.
PETER
Hm? Yeah, but it's no good if you
haven't got a long face with it.
In the distance a car is heard approaching, and Ellie looks
up quickly.
ELLIE
(excitedly)
Here comes a car!
PETER
(alert)
Now watch me. I'm going to use Number
One. Keep your eye on that thumb,
baby, and see what happens.
Peter steps forward into the road and does his thumb movement.
The car approaches, but speeds right by, spreading a cloud
of dust in Peter's face, leaving him staring at the departing
car, nonplussed. Thereupon ELLIE (seen close) glances up at
him, a satirical expression on her face.
ELLIE
(sarcastically)
I'm still watching your thumb.
Peter is still looking after the car.
PETER
Something must have gone wrong. I
guess I'll try number two.
ELLIE
When you get up to a hundred, wake
me up.
Another car is heard coming, and Peter steps forward, prepared
to hail it. Then this dissolves to a long view of the ROAD
as a stream of cars of every description speeds forward
("toward the camera") and vanishes. The view moving in to
the side of the road, Peter is seen still in the same spot.
He waves his arms, jerks his thumb, indulges in all sorts of
gyrations, while Ellie remains slumped on her rock, completely
worn out.
Now Ellie watches Peter out of the corner of her eye, her
face expressionless. Peter continues his arm waving -- but
slows down like a mechanical toy which has run out. He finally
gets down to just thumbing his nose at the passing vehicles;
and then thoroughly wearied, he flops down on a rock near
Ellie.
PETER
I guess maybe I won't write that
book after all.
ELLIE
Yes. But look at all the fun you
had.
(as he glares at her)
Mind if I try?
PETER
(contemptuously)
You! Don't make me laugh.
ELLIE
You're such a smart aleck! Nobody
can do anything but you. I'll show
you how to stop a car -- and I won't
use my thumb.
The scene widens as she rises and steps forward.
PETER
What're you going to do?
ELLIE
Mind your own business.
She lifts her skirt to above her knees and pretends to be
fixing her garter. Her very attractive leg is in full display.
Almost instantly, we hear the screaming and grinding of
quickly applied brakes, and Peter looks up astonished.
The scene wiping off, we then get a closer view of Ellie and
Peter sitting in the back of an open Ford. It is a broken-
down, rickety affair of the 1920 vintage. Ellie grins
victoriously up at Peter, who stares ahead of him, glumly.
ELLIE
You might give me a little credit.
PETER
What for?
ELLIE
I proved once and for all that the
limb is mightier than the thumb.
PETER
Why didn't you take all your clothes
off? You could have stopped forty
cars.
ELLIE
We don't need forty cars.
Peter glares at her, and Ellie's eyes twinkle mischievously,
following which we get a wider view which includes the driver
of the car, Danker. He is a man of about thirty, a heavy
set, loose chinned person; at the moment he is singing an
aria from some opera. He suddenly stops, turning to Ellie
and Peter in the back seat.
DANKER
So you've just been married, huh?
Well, that's pretty good. If I was
young, that's just the way I'd spend
my honeymoon -- hitch-hiking. Y-e-s
s-i-r!
And for no reason except that he cued himself into it, he
bursts forth into song gustily.
DANKER
(singing)
"Hiking down the highway of love on
a honeymoon. Hitch-hiking down --
Down-down-down the highway Down --."
Ellie and Peter in the back of the car react to the noise
Danker makes.
PETER
Hey, hey, aren't you afraid you'll
burn out a tonsil?
DANKER
Tonsil? Me? No! Me burn a tonsil?
(singing)
"My tonsils won't burn -- As life's
corners I...
PETER
(giving up)
All right, let it go.
DANKER
(completing his last
line)
...turn."
The scene dissolves to the front of a LUNCH WAGON on a
deserted road, and Danker's car drives into the scene and
stops. Then we see Danker turning to Ellie and Peter.
DANKER
How about a bite to eat?
ELLIE
(quickly)
Why, I think that would be --
PETER
(stopping her)
No, thanks. We're not hungry.
DANKER
(sentimentally)
Oh, I see, young people in love are
never hungry.
PETER
No.
DANKER
(singing as he leaves
them)
"Young people in love Are very seldom
hungry. People in love Are very seldom
hungry..."
When he is out of sight, Peter glares at Ellie.
PETER
What were you going to do? Gold dig
him for a meal?
ELLIE
(defiantly)
Why not? I'm hungry.
PETER
Eat a carrot.
ELLIE
Never!
(she starts out of
car)
I'm going in and ask him --
PETER
(grabbing her arm)
If you do, I'll break your neck.
She looks up at his glowering face, realizes he means it,
and wilts under his dominant gaze.
PETER
Let's get out and stretch our legs.
Peter gets out, followed by Ellie, and they walk away from
the car. Both are silent. At the DOOR of the LUNCH WAGON,
then, Danker comes out and looks around furtively. Ellie and
Peter, as seen by him, appear, walking away, following which
the view moves over to the Ford and drops down to a close-up
of Peter's suitcase. Now Danker looks about quickly and starts
toward his car. He springs into the car, steps on the starter,
and is off.
ELLIE and PETER hear the motor. They wheel around, and their
eyes widen in surprise.
PETER
Hey!
He flings his coat at Ellie and dashes after the Ford. He is
then seen running after it when the car turns around a bend
in the road. Peter continues the pursuit. This scene wiping
off, the FORD now makes its appearance around the bend, and
as it approaches, Peter is seen at the wheel. He looks like
he's just been through a fight. And as Peter rides in, Ellie
comes running toward him.
ELLIE
(a note of great relief
in her voice)
Oh, Peter! What happened? Are you
all right?
PETER
Come on -- get in.
ELLIE
(noticing a gash in
his cheek)
Oh, you've been hurt! There's a cut
on --
PETER
(impatiently)
Come on! come on!
(at this she runs
around to get in the
other side)
ELLIE
(as she runs)
What happened?
PETER
(as we see them closer)
Just a road thief. Picks people up
and runs off with their stuff. What
a racket!
(by this time she is
in the car)
ELLIE
What'd you give him for the car?
PETER
A black eye.
(thereupon the car
moves out of sight)
A close view shows Peter and Ellie driving along in the Ford.
Peter looks ahead, uncommunicatively. Ellie glances up at
him, and it is plain that something's on her mind.
ELLIE
(a little self-
consciously)
Look -- uh -- how are the -- uh --
carrots holding out? Any left?
Peter glances at her. He knows what a concession this is on
her part, and he smiles sympathetically.
PETER
(tenderly)
You don't have to eat the carrots.
(as she looks her
surprise)
Just passed a pond with some ducks
in it.
ELLIE
(with a cry of joy)
Darling!
She reaches up and kisses his cheek, and Peter beams happily.
PETER
(looking worried)
Haven't much gas left in this thing.
Got to start promoting some.
(throwing her his
coat)
Better take the things out of the
pocket of that coat. Ought to be
good for ten gallons.
The scene fades out.
ANDREWS' STUDY fades in, affording a close view of King
Westley. He answers every description we have had of him. He
is a stiff, handsome, stuffed-shirt gigolo. He sits in a
chair, leaning on a cane, his gloves loosely in his hand.
The view then moves back to reveal Andrews, who, from the
opening of the scene, is speaking as he paces around the
room.
ANDREWS
I haven't changed my mind, Westley,
I want you to understand that! I
don't like you! I never have! I never
will! That's clear enough, isn't it?
KING
You've made that quite evident --
with all your threats of annulment.
(confident)
Well, it hasn't bothered me for a
minute. Ellie and I got married
because we love each other. And she's
proving it; as far as I'm concerned
there's going to be no annulment.
ANDREWS
(hard)
You've got a good thing and you're
hanging on to it, huh?
(Andrews smiles in a
very superior manner)
All right, you win. I'll just have
to get used to you. I admit I'm
licked. But only because I'm worried.
I've had detectives all over the
country searching for her. I've seen
thousands of photographs. Fortune
tellers, nuts, every crank in the
country has written me.
(quietly)
Haven't slept one night this week.
If I don't find her, I'll go crazy.
WESTLEY
I might have been able to help if it
weren't for you. I've been watched
so closely, I --
ANDREWS
(impatiently)
Yes. I know. Well, you can help now.
I issued a statement yesterday that
I've withdrawn my objections. Begging
her to come home. I haven't heard
from her. Apparently she doesn't
trust me.
WESTLEY
Why should she? After all --
ANDREWS
(interrupting)
All right. That's why I sent for
you.
(pointing to next
room)
There's a room full of reporters out
there. I want you to make a statement --
that you've had a talk with me --
that we've reached an understanding --
that if Ellen comes home, I won't
interfere with your marriage. Will
you do that?
WESTLEY
If you really mean it, I will.
ANDREWS
(strongly)
Of course I mean it! I don't care
whom she's married to --
(softly)
-- as long as I can get her back.
(he starts out)
As Andrews opens the door, a number of reporters enter.
ANDREWS
Come in, boys. This is my -- uh --
this is King Westley.
(Westley rises)
He has a statement to make.
REPORTERS
Hello, Westley... How do you do.
(they group around
him)
The scene dissolves to the side of a lonely ROAD at night.
First there is a close-up of a newspaper headline, which
reads.
ANDREWS WITHDRAWS OBJECTION Magnate and Aviator Reconciled
"Everything all right. Come home, darling," says Westley.
Then the view draws back revealing that the newspaper is in
the hands of Ellie, who sits in the car alone, gazing at the
headlines. Then Peter's voice is heard.
PETER'S VOICE
All right, Brat.
At the sound of his voice, she is startled, and she quickly
folds the paper and throws it out of sight. She starts to
get out of the car.
ELLIE
(as she scrambles out
of the car just as
Peter comes up to
her)
Any luck?
PETER
Yeah. He finally agreed to let us
have a room.
ELLIE
What about money?
PETER
Talked him out of it. He thinks we're
going to stay a week. I'll have to
think of something before morning.
ELLIE
That's swell!
PETER
I'm glad you think so. If you ask
me, it's foolish. I told you there's
no sense in our staying here tonight.
We could make New York in less than
three hours.
ELLIE
I couldn't arrive in New York at
three in the morning. Everybody's in
bed.
PETER
(after a pause)
Okay.
(with a wave of his
hand)
Cottage Number Three.
As they start toward it, the scene cuts to the OWNER'S CABIN.
The owner of the auto camp and his wife are standing at
window, looking out. She is a hatchet-faced shrew. He is
meek and docile.
WIFE
There you go -- trustin' people again.
How many times did I tell you --
OWNER
He looked like an upright young feller
to me, Ma.
WIFE
Yeah. They're all upright till they
walk out on you.
OWNER
Said he was gonna stay a week.
WIFE
Mebbe.
OWNER
Worst comes to the worst, we got his
car for security.
WIFE
(unconvinced)
I don't trust him.
The scene cuts to the inside of a CABIN not unlike the
previous auto camp cabin in which Peter and Ellie spent a
night. Peter's opened suitcase is on a chair, over which he
leans. Ellie walks around, puffing at a cigarette.
PETER
(without looking up)
Well, here we are on the last lap.
Ellie crosses to the window and stares out moodily. Peter
removes several things from his suitcase and lays them on
the bed. There is a strained silence between them, as both
are lost in their own thoughts. A close view of PETER as he
putters abstractedly with the contents of his bag creates
the impression that he empties it tonight rather ruefully.
It somehow spells finis to their adventure.
PETER
(strangely)
Tomorrow morning, you'll be in the
arms of your husband.
ELLIE (seen close) turns away from the window and looks at
Peter. She stares this way for a long moment before speaking.
ELLIE
(in a still, small
voice)
Yes. You'll have a great story, won't
you?
PETER
(dryly)
Yeah, swell.
Peter takes the rope out of his bag. It is the one used for
the "Walls of Jericho" previously. He lays it aside and then,
remembering, retrieves it. For a moment he holds it in his
hand, speculatively; then turning, proceeds to tack it up.
The noise of the tacking attracts Ellie's attention, and
Ellie (again seen close) turns and looks toward Peter.
ELLIE
Is that the Walls of Jericho going
up?
PETER'S VOICE
Yep! The Walls of Jericho.
(at which she turns
back to the window)
PETER (also seen close) stretches the rope across the room
and tacks the other side.
PETER
(then reaching for
blanket)
We certainly outsmarted your father.
(he throws the blanket
over the rope)
I guess you ought to be happy.
There is no response from her, a close view revealing that
she quite obviously isn't happy. They are now separated by
the blanket, and Peter gets her pajamas from his suitcase
and throws them over the blanket.
ELLIE
Thank you.
(there is silence
while Peter starts
undressing -- suddenly)
Am I going to see you in New York?
PETER
(laconically)
Nope.
ELLIE
Why not?
PETER glances up at the "Walls of Jericho" and after a
speculative pause, speaks quietly.
PETER
I don't make it a policy to run around
with married women.
A close-up of ELLIE, disclosing only her neck and shoulders,
shows her slipping out of her clothes. She pauses -- then
looks up.
ELLIE
No harm in your coming to see us.
PETER'S VOICE
Not interested.
(at this Ellie's face
falls, this is a
definite rebuff)
ELLIE
(weakly)
Won't I ever see you again?
PETER (seen close) is now getting into his pajamas.
PETER
What do you want to see me for? I've
served my purpose. I brought you
back to King Westley, didn't I?
(his mouth screws up
bitterly)
That's what you wanted, wasn't it?
ELLIE is already in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
ELLIE
Peter, have you ever been in love?
PETER crawls into bed.
PETER
I probably did the world a great
favor at that. Got two pinheads out
of circulation.
(he reaches over and
lights a cigarette)
Cupid thinks he's doing something
when he brings two lovers together.
What good's that? I'm bringing two
pains-in-the-neck together. I think
I'll start an institution -- hang
out a shingle.
The view now widens to include both sides of the blanket.
Ellie doesn't hear a word of Peter's attack. She is too intent
on her own thoughts.
ELLIE
Haven't you ever wanted to fall in
love?
PETER
Me?
ELLIE
Yes. Haven't you thought about it at
all? Seems to me you could make some
girl wonderfully happy.
PETER
(disdainfully)
Maybe.
(after a pause)
Sure -- sure, I've thought about it.
Who hasn't? If I ever met the right
sort of a girl, I'd --
(interrupting himself)
Yeah, but where you going to find
her -- somebody that's real --
somebody that's alive? They don't
come that way any more.
ELLIE's disappointment is apparent.
PETER
(seen close)
I've even been sucker enough to make
plans.
(a long puff on his
cigarette)
I saw an island in the Pacific once.
Never been able to forget it. That's
where I'd like to take her. But she'd
have to be the sort of a girl that'd
jump in the surf with me on moonlight
nights -- and love it as much as I
did.
(he loses himself in
his romantic
contemplations)
You know, those nights when you and
the moon and the water all become
one -- when something comes over you --
and you feel that you're part of
something big and marvelous.
(sighing)
Those are the only places to live.
Where the stars are so close over
your head that you feel you could
reach right up and stir them around.
A close-up of ELLIE at this point shows that she is affected
by his stirring description of a heaven -- from which she is
excluded, as she listens to him continuing.
PETER'S VOICE
Certainly I've been thinking about
it. Boy, if I could ever find a girl
who's hungry for those things --
PETER (again seen close) has disposed of his cigarette and
now stares dreamily heavenward.
PETER
I'm going to swim in the surf with
her -- I'm going to reach up and
grab stars for her -- I'm going to
laugh with her -- and cry with her.
I'm going to kiss her wet lips --
and --
Suddenly stopping, he turns his head slowly, sensing Ellie's
nearness; and the view, drawing back to include Ellie, shows
her standing at his bedside, looking down at him yearningly.
Then we see them close together: Peter's face is immobile.
Ellie drops to her knees.
ELLIE
(fervently)
Take me with you, Peter. Take me to
your island. I want to do all those
things you talked about.
Peter stares at her lovely face. His heart cries out with an
impulse to crush her in his arms.
PETER
(after a long pause;
hoarsely)
Better go back to your bed.
ELLIE
(simply)
I love you.
PETER
(arguing with himself)
You're forgetting you're married.
ELLIE
(tensely)
I don't care. I love you. Nothing
else matters. We can run away.
Everything'll take care of itself.
(begging)
Please, Peter. You can't go out of
my life now. I couldn't live without
you.
(in a choked voice)
Oh, Peter --
Sobbing, she lays her head on his breast and throws her arms
around him. All is quiet for a moment as Ellie's head rests
on his breast, while Peter struggles with an overwhelming
urge to pour out his heart to her.
PETER
(scarcely audible)
Better go back to your bed.
There is a lengthy pause, neither of them stirs. Then Ellie
slowly raises her tear-stained face and gets to her feet.
ELLIE
(whispering)
I'm sorry.
She turns and disappears behind the blanket. Peter remains
motionless. Then a close view shows ELLIE, as she gets into
bed, sobbing quietly. She hides her face in the pillow to
suppress her sobs. It is the first time in her life that she
has been so deeply hurt. A close view next shows PETER
reaching over for a cigarette, which he lights. All his
movements are thoughtful, meditative. He leans back and stares
at the ceiling, until we see only the cigarette in his mouth
as it emits slowly rising puffs of smoke. This dissolving,
the cigarette is seen to be burnt three quarters down, a
long, frail ash hanging perilously on. PETER is then seen as
he removes the cigarette from his mouth and crushes it in a
tray. He leans back on the pillow and for a moment he is
quiet. Then glancing over in Ellie's direction, he calls to
her:
PETER
(softly calling)
Hey, Brat --!
(a pause)
Did you mean that? Would you really
go?
(he waits for a
response, but none
comes. He tries again)
Hey, Brat --
He listens -- all is quiet. He slips his covers off and
crosses to the blanket, and peers over it. She is asleep.
Her tear-stained face rests on the pillow, her arm extends
over her head. It is a childlike posture.
PETER is watching her tenderly. He speculates whether to
awaken her and decides against it. He starts away. Peter
tiptoes around the room for a few moments, deep in thought.
Then as an idea which he has been turning over in his mind
begins to take form, he hastily begins dressing.
The scene dissolving, Peter is seen completely clothed and
starting for the door when he thinks of something. He turns
back, grabs his suitcase, stops to throw a kiss to Ellie,
and goes out into the night. Thereupon the scene wipes off,
disclosing a GAS STATION along the road at night. Here Peter
is talking to a station attendant.
PETER
All I'm asking is enough gas to get
me to New York. The bag's worth twenty-
five dollars.
MAN
(hesitatingly)
Yeah, but I got a bag. My wife gave
me one for Christmas.
PETER
("high-pressuring"
him)
Listen, man -- I'll tell you what
I'll do. When I come back in the
morning, I'll buy it back from you
and give you ten dollars profit?
What do you say?
MAN
(looking at Peter's
hat)
I ain't got a hat --
PETER
What?
MAN
I ain't got a hat.
PETER
(promptly putting it
on his head)
Well, you got one now. -- Come on,
fill 'er up.
While he is still talking the scene dissolves to a view of
Peter driving furiously, a broad, happy grin on his face,
following which several scenes wipe off in succession
(denoting the passage of time) -- scenes of Peter driving at
high speed, causing several cows to amble out of the way; of
the CAR driving into the Holland Tunnel, and of the BACK
ROOM of a SPEAKEASY where Peter stands in front of a small
desk upon which there is a typewriter. Near him is a swarthy
Italian.
PETER
Fine! That's fine, Tony. Now get me
a drink and make sure nobody disturbs
me for half an hour.
ITALIAN
(going out)
Sure. Sure, Pete.
As Peter plants himself in front of the machine, the scene
dissolves to a close-up of the typewriter carriage upon which
are typed the words:
"-- and that's the full and exclusive story of Ellen Andrews'
adventures on the road. As soon as her marriage to King
Westley is annulled, she and Peter Warne, famous newspaperman --
and undoubtedly the most promising young novelist of the
present era -- will be married."
The view drawing back, Peter re-reads the last sentence,
smiles contentedly, and as he yanks out the sheet, the scene
wipes off disclosing the outside of GORDON'S OFFICE, the
sign on the door reading: "Office -- Mr. Gordon." Gordon's
secretary is at her desk as Peter breezes in.
PETER
(rumpling her hair)
Hello, Agnes.
AGNES
Better not go in. He'll shoot you on
sight.
PETER
(entering)
I haven't been shot at for days.
In GORDON'S OFFICE, Gordon is at his desk. He looks up when
Peter enters.
GORDON
(rising to his full
height menacingly)
Get out of here!
PETER
(advancing)
Wait a minute, Gordon -- I --
GORDON
(quietly)
Get out!
Peter reaches his side, and grabs him by the arms.
PETER
Joe, listen--
GORDON
Don't "Joe" me.
PETER
Okay, Joe. Listen -- you know I've
always liked you. Anytime I could do
you a great turn -- anytime I ran
into a story that looked good -- I
always came running to you, didn't
I? Well, I got one now. Those wires
I sent you were on the level. It's
the biggest scoop of the year. I'm
giving it to you, Joe.
GORDON
You mean about the Andrews' kid?
PETER
That's it.
(tapping his pocket)
I got it all written up. Ready to
go. All I want is a thousand dollars.
Upon hearing this GORDON is ready to jump out of his skin.
GORDON
A thousand dollars!
(furiously)
Get out of this office before I throw
you out bodily.
PETER
Don't get sore, Joe. This is something
you got to do for me. I need a
thousand dollars -- and I need it
quick. I'm in a jam.
GORDON
(softening)
What's the thousand bucks for?
PETER
To tear down the Walls of Jericho.
GORDON
What!
PETER
Never mind... Listen -- suppose I
should tell you that Ellen Andrews
is going to have her marriage
annulled.
GORDON
Huh?
PETER
That she's going to marry somebody
else.
GORDON
You're drunk.
PETER
Would an exclusive story like that
be worth a thousand bucks to you?
GORDON
If it's on the level.
PETER
Well, I got it, Joe.
GORDON
Who's she gonna marry?
PETER
(taking out the story
from his pocket)
It's all right here. Give me the
thousand and it's yours.
GORDON
(skeptically)
I wouldn't trust you as far as I
could throw that desk.
PETER
Wait a minute, Joe. Use your bean. I
couldn't afford to hand you a phoney
yarn, like that. I'd be crazy. There
isn't a newspaper in the country'd
give me a job after that! I could go
to jail!
GORDON
I'd put you there myself.
PETER
Sure. I wouldn't blame you, either.
GORDON
Who's the guy she's gonna marry?
PETER
I am, Joe.
GORDON
(his eyes widening)
You!
PETER
Yeah.
GORDON
Now I know you're drunk.
(he grabs his hat)
I'm going home. Don't annoy me any
more.
PETER
(running after Gordon
as the latter starts
out)
For heaven's sake, Joe -- stop being
an editor for just a minute.
(he grabs his arm)
We've been friends for a long time,
haven't we? You ought to know when
I'm serious. This is on the level.
Gordon is affected by the sincere note in Peter's voice.
PETER
I met her on a bus coming from Miami.
Been with her every minute.
(hoarsely)
I'm in love with her, Joe.
GORDON
Well, I'll be--
PETER
Listen, Pal -- you've got to get
this money for me. Now. Minutes count.
She's waiting for me in an auto camp
outside of Philadelphia. I've got to
get right back. You see, she doesn't
know I'm gone.
(self-consciously)
A guy can't propose to a girl without
a cent in the world, can he?
While Peter has been speaking Gordon stares into space
thoughtfully.
GORDON
What a story!
(picturing it)
On her way to join her husband, Ellen
Andrews falls in love with --
(alert -- grabbing
paper out of Peter's
hand)
Lemme see that a minute.
He moves to his desk excitedly, and Peter, a gleam of hope
in his eyes, joins him, following which the scene cuts to
the SHACK of the camp owner and wife in the early morning.
The owner is suddenly startled out of his sleep by the voice
of his wife calling, "Zeke! Zeke!" He looks up, just as she
rushes into the room.
WIFE
I told you! I told you, you couldn't
trust him! He's gone!
OWNER
Who?
WIFE
That feller last night, that's who!
He was gonna stay a week, huh? Well,
he's skipped. Took the car with him,
too. We wouldn't have known a thing
about it until morning if I hadn't
took that magnesia.
(pulling at him)
Come on, get up, don't lay there.
Let's do something about it.
Thereupon the scene cuts to the AUTO CAMP CABIN affording a
close view of ELLIE tossing restlessly in her sleep. Suddenly
there is a loud banging on the door, and Ellie, startled,
awakens. The pounding continuing, Ellie looks around,
frightened. The door suddenly bursts open, and the owner and
wife enter. They both glance over at Peter's side.
WIFE
See that. They're gone!
OWNER
(timidly)
Looks like it, don't it?
(suddenly he sees
Ellie)
Here's the woman, ma.
WIFE
(full of fight --
glaring at Ellie)
Oh!!
ELLIE
(in a close view at
Ellie's Bed as the
owner and his wife
come up to her;
timidly -- sitting
up)
What's the matter?
WIFE
Where's your husband, young lady --
ELLIE
Husband?
WIFE
Yes -- if he is your husband.
ELLIE
Isn't he here?
WIFE
No, he ain't! And the car's gone,
too.
ELLIE
(bewildered)
Why, he'll be back.
WIFE
Yeah? What makes you think so! He
took his suitcase and everything.
(Ellie is perceptibly
startled by this
piece of news)
Kinda surprised, huh? It's just like
I told you, Zeke. They ain't married
a'tall...
There is a close view of ELLIE as the wife's voice continues
uninterruptedly:
WIFE'S VOICE
...could tell she was a hussy just
from the looks of her.
Ellie is lost in thought, trying to adjust herself to the
idea of Peter's leaving her like this. She scarcely hears
what is being said.
OWNER'S VOICE
Hey! You! Got any money?
ELLIE
(snapping out of her
trance)
Why -- no.
WIFE
(the three now seen
together)
Then -- you'll have to git!
OWNER
Yeah, you'll have to git.
ELLIE
Why, you can't put me out in the
middle of the --
WIFE
Serves you right. Oughta be careful
who you take up with on the road.
You can't go plyin' your trade in my
camp.
ELLIE
But can't you wait until morning --
WIFE
Ain't gonna wait a minute.
OWNER
Not a minute!
WIFE
Better start gettin' into your
clothes.
OWNER
Yeah.
WIFE
(glaring at him)
Zeke.
(he looks up startled)
Git!
OWNER
(disappointed)
Yes, Ma.
As Zeke leaves, the Wife plunks herself in a chair, grimly
determined to wait until Ellie gets dressed and out.
ELLIE
Can I use your telephone? I want to
talk to New York.
WIFE
You ain't gonna stick me for no phone
calls. You can go down to the
Sheriff's office.
The scene thereupon cuts to the EXTERIOR of the AUTO CABIN
as Ellie emerges, the Wife standing in the doorway. In the
foreground several people are scattered around the courtyard.
One woman washes stockings under a pump. A man is changing
the tire on his car. Ellie comes down the steps and crosses
the courtyard.
WIFE
(shouting to her)
And listen, next time better keep
away from here. I run a respectable
place.
Ellie does not turn, but walks straight forward, trying to
maintain her poise. The people in the courtyard turn to stare
at her, and one of them snickers.
The scene dissolves to GORDON'S OFFICE as Peter is pocketing
the money. Gordon is fondling the story.
PETER
Thanks, Pal. You saved my life.
GORDON
(waving the story)
Okay, Pete.
(he drops the story
on the desk and
escorts Peter out,
his arm around his
shoulder)
For my dough,
(smiling)
you're still the best newspaperman
in the business.
They reach the door, which Peter opens. Then they appear at
the DOORWAY. Through the open door the secretary stares
dumbfounded at their friendliness.
GORDON
S'long, kid. And good luck.
Outside GORDON'S OFFICE, Peter kisses the secretary as he
passes through.
PETER
'Bye, Agnes. You're beautiful. All
women are beautiful!
(he goes out)
Gordon is immediately electrified into action.
GORDON
Oh, boy! What a yarn! What a yarn!
(suddenly)
Get me Hank on the phone. Gotta hold
up the morning edition.
While he speaks he dashes back to his desk. We then see him
in his office.
SECRETARY'S VOICE
There's Hank.
GORDON
(grabbing phone)
Hank! Listen. Hold the morning
edition. Break down the front page.
Gonna have a completely new layout --
Send a couple of re-write men in
here. Don't do a thing -- I got a
story that'll make your hair curl.
During his speech, his other phone has been ringing
persistently. He has ignored it until now. He picks up
receiver:
GORDON
(into the second phone)
Yeah. Yeah. Don't annoy me. I'm busy.
(he bangs up receiver,
and turns back to
the first phone)
Listen, Hank! Dig out all the Andrews
pictures. Get Healy out of bed. I
want a cartoon right away.
(the second phone
rings impatiently,
but Gordon ignores
it)
With King Westley in it. He's waiting
at the church. Big tears streaming
down his face. His bride hasn't shown
up. Old Man Andrews is there, too.
Laughing his head off. Everything
exaggerated. You know -- Now snap
into it!
(he bangs up the
receiver, and grabs
the second phone,
speaking into it
impatiently)
Yeah. Yeah. What is it?
A close view of GORDON, as he listens, shows his eyes widening
with amazement.
GORDON
What! -- Ellen Andrews! You're crazy!
This cuts to a TELEPHONE BOOTH where a reporter is seen
speaking excitedly.
REPORTER
Yeah. She just phoned her father
from an auto camp to come and get
her. He's getting a police escort.
Westley's going along, too. She's
been traveling by bus. The moment
she read that her father and Westley
made up, she phoned in.
Back in GORDON'S OFFICE Gordon is seen still at the phone.
GORDON
You sure that's right! Say, you
haven't been drinking, have you!
Okay -- grab a car -- and stay with
them.
(he hangs up the
receiver and grabs
the first phone)
Put Hank on.
(shouting)
Agnes!
(as the secretary
hurries in)
Get me a doctor. I'm about to have a
nervous breakdown.
(she stares at him
dumbly as he speaks
into the phone)
Hank -- forget everything I just
told you. I was just having a
nightmare!
(he hangs up -- and
turns to Agnes)
Call up the police department! Tell
'em to find Peter Warne. Send out a
general alarm. I want the dirty crook
pinched.
He picks up Peter's story and flings it viciously into the
wastebasket.
AGNES
(starting out)
Yessir.
(two re-write men
come in, passing
Agnes)
MEN
You want us?
GORDON
(wheeling around)
Yeah. Shove everything off the front
page. Ellen Andrews just phoned her
father -- she's coming home. The
moment she heard the old man withdrew
his objections, she gave herself up.
Spread it all over the place. Here's
your lead: "Love Triumphant!" Step
on it!
MEN
(leaving)
Yessir.
Gordon goes to his desk, mumbling to himself. His eye lights
on the waste basket containing Peter's story, and he is about
to kick it when he stops. He stares at it thoughtfully,
reaches down, lifts it out -- runs through it hastily -- and
then stares into space, deep in thought.
The scene dissolves to an open ROAD, in the morning, as Peter
flies over it in his Ford. He beams happily. He passes a
gasoline truck and waves cheerily to the driver. This
dissolves to a close-up of an AUTO SIREN accompanied by a
prolonged wail, then to a ROAD, that morning, as four
motorcycles, two abreast, speed forward, followed by a
luxurious limousine, which in turn is trailed by a car filled
with reporters. Next, in the LIMOUSINE, Andrews is seen in
the back seat. He is accompanied by King Westley -- Henderson --
Lovington, and a police inspector.
HENDERSON
I knew she was safe.
LOVINGTON
(sighing)
Certainly gave us a run for our money.
(but Andrews is too
overwhelmed with joy
to listen to any of
this)
ANDREWS
(anxiously)
Can't you get them to go any faster?
(at this the Inspector
leans over to talk
to chauffeur)
This dissolves to a deserted ROAD, Peter at the wheel of his
car. His high spirits find expression in his efforts to sing.
PETER
(singing)
"I found a million dollar baby --"
He is interrupted by the song of a meadowlark, whistling its
strange melody. Peter listens to it a second time, then
answers its call by imitating it. The meadowlark whistles
again, and Peter is highly amused.
PETER
(waving his hand --
to the meadowlark)
Okay, Pal. Be seein' you.
Just then the sound of sirens is heard in the distance. Peter
glances back, and as the sirens come nearer, he pulls over
to the side of the road. There follows a full view of the
ROAD, with Peter in the foreground at the side as the police
cavalcade whizzes by accompanied by the shrieking sirens.
Thereupon PETER (seen close) gets an idea.
PETER
(to his Ford)
Come on, Dobbin, old boy. We got a
police escort.
He applies the gas and shoots out of sight, following which
a full view of the road shows Peter's car trying to catch up
with the parade. It outdistances him, however, and we see
PETER in the Ford pressing his body forward to help the car
make time. His foot pushes the accelerator down to the floor.
But the police cars are now out of sight, and Peter gives
up.
PETER
(seen close; to the
car -- with
exaggerated dramatics)
Dobbin, me lad. You failed muh. I'm
afraid you're gittin' old.
Thereupon the scene dissolves to a small town ROAD, where at
the door of a Sheriff's office a policeman is standing on
guard. The reporters hang around in front of him. Several
yokels look on. The limousine and motor cycles are at the
curb. And now, in a closer view, at the DOOR the policeman
on guard steps aside as the door opens and Ellie, her father,
and King Westley emerge. King has his arm around her. The
moment they appear in the doorway, cameras click and several
reporters surround them.
REPORTERS
Will you make a statement Miss
Andrews? Was it an exciting
experience? How did you travel?
ANDREWS
(brushing them aside)
Later, boys, later. See her at home.
They cross the sidewalk -- to the waiting limousine, as
cameras click.
The scene dissolves to a ROAD, with Peter still driving. He
is, however, as before, in excellent form, and is singing
lustily. Suddenly, however, his eyes widen and he pulls on
his brake; the car screeches and moans -- and comes to a
stop.
PETER
Take it easy, Dobbin. Remember your
blood pressure.
We find Peter directly in front of a slow moving freight
train. Several hoboes stick their heads out of a car, and
Peter waves to them. The hoboes look puzzled for a minute
and then wave back. The view then swings over to an opening
between the cars affording a flash of the police parade on
the other side, apparently on its way back.
PETER amuses himself by talking to an old flagman.
PETER
Better get that toy train out of
here. I'm in a hurry.
The Flagman grins at him in reply. By this time the last car
is in sight, and Peter gets all set to move. He stops,
however, to wave to a couple of brakemen on the rear platform.
In the meantime, the motorcycles have started forward, and
the sirens begin their low, moaning wail. Peter, attracted,
turns, and over Peter's shoulder we see the parade starting.
As the limousine passes, we get a glimpse of the inside.
Ellie lies back on King Westley's shoulder. He has his arm
around her as they pass out of sight. Thereupon a close view
of PETER shows him reacting to what he saw. He turns his
head quickly to stare at the disappearing car, a look of
astonishment and bewilderment in his eyes. Slowly he turns
his head forward, staring ahead of him blankly; he can't
quite make it out. Then gradually the significance of it all
strikes him -- and his mouth curls up bitterly.
The scene wiping off, a series of NEWSPAPER HEADLINES come
into view:
"ELLEN ANDREWS RETURNS HOME."
"MARRIAGE HALTED BY FATHER TO BE RESUMED"
"ELLEN ANDREWS AND AVIATOR TO HAVE CHURCH WEDDING"
"LOVE TRIUMPHS AGAIN"
"PARENTAL OBJECTION REMOVED IN FAVOR OF LOVERS"
"CANNOT THWART LOVE SAYS FATHER OF ELLEN ANDREWS"
"GLAD TO BE HOME SAYS ELLEN"
This dissolves to the anteroom of a NEWSPAPER OFFICE. The
place is alive with activity, and copies of newspapers are
lying around, bearing headlines relating to the Andrews story.
Peter, a bewildered, stunned expression on his face, enters
and crosses funereally toward Gordon's office. Several people
standing around look up.
PEOPLE
Hi, Pete -- Didya see this? Ellen
Andrews is back. Gonna marry that
Westley guy after all -- What a dame!
What a dame!
Peter pays no attention to any of this. He reaches Gordon's
door, which is open. He walks directly past Agnes and enters
the office. She looks up at him, puzzled. Then in GORDON'S
OFFICE, Peter walks to Gordon's desk and lays the roll of
bills on it. Agnes enters, watching him anxiously.
AGNES
Gordon's out back some place.
(seeing the money,
she looks up,
surprised)
PETER
See that he gets that, will you,
Agnes? Tell him I was just kidding.
(he goes out)
As Agnes stares after him, puzzled, Gordon dashes in from a
back door.
GORDON
You can't get a thing done around
her unless --
AGNES
Peter Warne was just in.
GORDON
Huh? What?
AGNES
Left this money. Said to tell you he
was just kidding.
GORDON
(looking at the money)
Where is he?
The scene cuts to the OUTER OFFICE and CORRIDOR, as seen
over Gordon's shoulder through the open door. Peter is seen
walking out. Gordon hurries after him.
GORDON'S VOICE
Hey, Pete!
At the sound of Gordon's voice, Peter turns, and Gordon comes
over to him.
PETER
Hello, Joe. Sorry. Just a little gag
of mine. Thought I'd have some fun
with you.
GORDON
(understanding)
Yeah. Sure. Had me going for a while.
PETER
Wouldn't have made a bad story, would
it?
GORDON
Great! But that's the way things go.
You think you got a swell yarn --
then something comes along -- messes
up the finish -- and there you are.
PETER
(smiling wryly)
Yeah, where am I?
GORDON
(slipping a bill in
his coat pocket)
When you sober up -- come in and see
me.
PETER
(a whisper)
Thanks, Joe.
He leaves, Gordon watching him sympathetically, and the scene
fades out.
The LAWN of the ANDREWS ESTATE fades in. It is morning and
at the moment the place is a beehive of activity. Dozens of
butlers and maids hustle around setting tables. Floral
decorations are being hung by men on ladders. In the
background on a platform, a twenty-piece orchestra is getting
ready, accompanied by the scraping of chairs, adjusting of
music stands, unpacking of instruments.
The scene cuts to ANDREWS' STUDY: King Westley is seated,
and Andrews walks around him. They are both dressed in striped
trousers, frock coat, etc.
ANDREWS
Well, here we are; it's all set.
You're finally going to be married
properly.
(he waves toward the
window)
With all the fanfare and everything.
(Shaking his head)
I still don't know how it happened --
but you're going to be my son-in-law
whether I like it or not. I guess
you're pleased.
KING
Why, naturally, I --
ANDREWS
(drily)
Naturally.
(with vehemence)
You're going to become a partner in
a big institution. It's one of the
largest in the world.
KING
You talk as if --
ANDREWS
Someday perhaps, you might even take
charge.
A close view of ANDREWS shows him looking around his study
despairingly.
ANDREWS
(murmuring)
The thought of it makes me shudder.
KING'S VOICE
(confidently)
You might be surprised.
ANDREWS
I hope so. However, that'll take
care of itself.
(taking a new tack)
There's another responsibility you're
taking on. One that I'm really
concerned about.
KING'S VOICE
What's that?
ANDREWS
My daughter.
KING
(the two now seen
again; lightly)
Ellie? Oh, she's no responsibility.
ANDREWS
No? Say, listen -- I've devoted a
whole lifetime trying to tame that
wildcat. Toughest job I ever tackled.
Ever hear of J. P. Clarkson? Biggest
man in the country, isn't he? Well,
I tamed him. Got him eating out of
the palm of my hand. I've browbeaten
financiers, statesmen, foreign
ministers -- some of the most powerful
people in the world -- but I've never
been able to do a thing with her.
She's been too much for me. I'm glad
you think it's easy.
(he bends over him)
Now listen -- if you'll do what I
tell you, perhaps I might develop a
little respect for you. You never
can tell.
KING
What would you like to have me do?
ANDREWS
Sock her!
A close view of KING shows him looking up, surprised, as
Andrews' voice continues.
ANDREWS' VOICE
Sock her at least once a day. Do it
on general principles. Make her know
you're the boss and never let her
forget it. Think you can do that?
KING
It's quite an assignment --
ANDREWS
Try. Do me a favor. Try. It's your
only chance. And hers, too. Do that
for me -- and maybe we'll be friends --
(muttering)
Maybe.
(he holds out his
hand)
Do we understand each other?
KING
(taking his hand --
rising)
Yes, sir.
ANDREWS
(dismissing him)
Fine. I'll see you at the reception.
He withdraws his hand, which he looks at disgustedly -- the
result of a jellyfish handshake.
KING
Oh, by the way, Mr Andrews, I thought
of a great stunt for the reception.
(as Andrews looks at
him quizzically)
I'm going to land on the lawn in an
autogyro. What do you think of that!
A close view of ANDREWS shows him staring off at King in
complete disgust.
ANDREWS
You thought that up all by yourself,
huh?
KING
(unabashed)
Why, it'll make all the front pages.
A spectacular thing like that --
ANDREWS
(hard)
Personally, I think it's stupid!
(humoring a child)
But go ahead. Have a good time. As
long as Ellie doesn't object.
KING
Oh, no. She'll be crazy about it.
Well, see you later. I'm going out
on the lawn and arrange for landing
space.
(holding out his hand)
Goodbye.
(but Andrews turns
his back on him)
ANDREWS
We've done that already.
KING
(smiling)
Yes, of course.
He turns and leaves; Andrews watching him go, shaking his
head sadly.
ANDREWS
Autogyro! I hope he breaks his leg.
Andrews starts out, and the scene cuts to the HALLWAY as
Andrews enters from the study. A maid coming down the stairs,
he calls to her:
ANDREWS
Oh -- Mary --
MARY
Yes, sir?
ANDREWS
How is she?
MARY
(hesitantly)
Why -- uh -- she's all right, sir.
ANDREWS
What's the matter? Anything wrong?
MARY
Oh, no, sir. No different than --
ANDREWS
Yes. I know. Still in the dumps,
huh?
MARY
Yessir. If you'll excuse me, sir --
she sent me for a drink.
(she leaves)
Andrews stands a moment thoughtfully and then starts up the
stairs, following which the scene dissolves to the UPSTAIRS
CORRIDOR in front of Ellie's door. Andrews enters and knocks
several times. Receiving no response, he gingerly opens the
door.
Next Andrews enters ELLIE'S BEDROOM and looks around. The
view swings around the room, following his gaze. It focuses
on Ellie, who reclines on a sofa, in her bridal outfit, her
head resting on the back. She stares moodily, unhappily up
at the ceiling. The view then expanding to include both father
and daughter, Andrews is seen staring at her a moment
sympathetically. He senses something is wrong.
ANDREWS
(after a pause)
Ellie --
ELLIE
(jumping up with a
start)
Oh, hello, Dad.
ANDREWS
(a close view as he
goes over to her)
I knocked several times.
ELLIE
Sorry. Must have been day-dreaming.
(to hide her confusion,
she reaches for a
cigarette)
ANDREWS
(with forced lightness)
Well, everything's set. Creating
quite a furor, too. Great stunt King's
going to pull.
ELLIE
(in a faraway voice)
Stunt?
ANDREWS
Landing on the lawn in an autogyro.
ELLIE
Oh, yes. I heard.
ANDREWS
(noting her
listlessness)
Yes. Personally, I think it's silly,
too.
As he continues talking, the view moves with Ellie, who
wanders over to a window overlooking the lawn and stares
out, lost in thought.
ANDREWS' VOICE
(he goes over the
Ellie)
You look lovely. Are you pleased
with the gown?
(as Ellie does not
seem to hear him, he
becomes worried)
Ellie!
ELLIE
(turning and looking
at him blankly)
Huh?
(it just penetrates)
Oh -- the gown --
(distantly)
Yes, it's beautiful.
ANDREWS
(tenderly)
What's the matter, Ellie? What's
wrong?
ELLIE
Nothing.
(she walks over to
table and crushes
her cigarette)
ANDREWS
You've been acting so strangely since
you returned. I'm -- I'm worried. I
haven't bothered to ask you any
questions -- I --
(waving his hand toward
the lawn)
Isn't all this what you wanted?
(receiving no answer
from Ellie)
You haven't changed your mind about
King, have you?
ELLIE
(too quickly)
Oh, no.
ANDREWS
If you have, it isn't too late. You
know how I feel about him. But I
want to make you happy. You gave me
such a scare -- I -- when I couldn't
find you.
(smiling feebly --
meaning his heart)
You know, the old pump isn't what it
used to be.
ELLIE
(her hand on his arm)
Sorry, Dad. I wouldn't hurt you for
the world. You know that.
She moves away from him and sits on the sofa, and Andrews
watches her a moment and crosses over to her. He sits beside
her, placing an arm affectionately around her shoulder.
ANDREWS
(tenderly)
Ellie -- what is it? Aren't you happy,
child?
At this point she finally breaks, and impulsively buries her
face on his breast.
ANDREWS
(after a pause,
hoarsely)
I thought so. I knew there was
something on your mind.
(there are audible
sobs from Ellie)
There -- there!
They remain thus quietly for some time. Finally Andrews breaks
the silence.
ANDREWS
What is it, darling?
(receiving no answer)
You haven't fallen in love with
somebody else, have you?
As this brings an audible sob from Ellie, Andrews lifts up
her chin.
ANDREWS
(looking into her
eyes)
Have you?
(Ellie turns her head
away, a little ashamed
of her tears)
Ellie now rises and walks miserably away from him, dabbing
her eyes. Andrews, watching her, realizes he has hit upon
the truth. He walks over to her.
ANDREWS
I haven't seen you cry since you
were a baby. This must be serious.
(Ellie is silent)
Where'd you meet him?
ELLIE
On the road.
ANDREWS
(trying to cheer her)
Now, don't tell me you fell in love
with a bus driver!
ELLIE
(smiling)
No.
ANDREWS
Who is he?
ELLIE
I don't know very much about him.
(in a whisper)
Except that I love him.
ANDREWS
(the great executive)
Well, if it's as serious as all that --
we'll move heaven and earth to --
ELLIE
(quickly)
It'll do no good.
(wryly)
He despises me.
ANDREWS
Oh, come now --
ELLIE
He despises everything I stand for.
He thinks I'm spoiled and pampered,
and selfish, and thoroughly insincere.
ANDREWS
Ridiculous!
ELLIE
He doesn't think so much of you
either.
ANDREWS
(his eyes widening)
Well!
ELLIE
He blames you for everything that's
wrong about me. Thinks you raised me
stupidly.
ANDREWS
(smiling)
Fine man to fall in love with.
ELLIE
(whispering)
He's marvelous!
ANDREWS
Well, what are we going to do about
it? Where is he?
ELLIE
(sadly)
I don't know.
ANDREWS
I'd like to have a talk with him.
ELLIE
It's no use, Dad. I practically threw
myself at him.
(she shrugs futilely)
ANDREWS
Well, under the circumstances, don't
you think we ought to call this thing
off?
ELLIE
No, I'll go through with it.
ANDREWS
But that's silly, child. Seeing how
you feel, why --
ELLIE
It doesn't matter.
(tired)
I don't want to stir up any more
trouble. I've been doing it all my
life. I've been such a burden to you --
made your life so miserable -- and
mine, too. I'm tired, Dad. Tired of
running around in circles. He's right,
that's what I've been doing ever
since I can remember.
A close-up of ANDREWS shows him watching Ellie, as her voice
continues.
ELLIE'S VOICE
I've got to settle down. It really
doesn't matter how -- or where -- or
with whom.
ANDREWS
(seriously -- impressed)
You've changed, Ellie.
ELLIE
(seen with Andrews;
sighing)
Yes, I guess I have.
(sincerely)
I don't want to hurt anybody any
more. I want to get away from all
this front page publicity. It suddenly
strikes me as being cheap and
loathsome. I can't walk out on King
now. It'll make us all look so
ridiculous.
(she shrugs resignedly)
Besides, what difference does it
make?
(inaudibly)
I'll never see Peter again.
ANDREWS
Is that his name?
ELLIE
Yes. Peter Warne.
She starts to walk away when she is attracted by her father's
surprise at the mention of the name.
ANDREWS
Peter Warne!
(his hand has
instinctively gone
to his inside pocket)
ELLIE
(noticing this)
Why? Do you know him?
(but Andrews withdraws
his hand. Apparently
he has changed his
mind)
ANDREWS
(evasively)
Oh, no -- no.
ELLIE
(suddenly anxious)
You haven't heard from him, have
you, Dad?
ANDREWS
(obviously guilty)
Why, no... Don't be silly.
ELLIE
Oh, please, Dad --
She has reached into his pocket and has extracted a letter,
which she hurriedly opens and reads, following which we see
a LETTER in Peter's handwriting. It is addressed to:
"Alexander Andrews, 11 Wall Street." It reads:
"Dear Sir: I should like to have a talk with you about a
financial matter in connection with your daughter. Peter
Warne."
Ellie is then seen reading and re-reading the note. Her face
clouds and then slowly changes to an expression of complete
disillusionment.
ELLIE
(her voice strident)
Looks like that was his only interest
in me. The reward.
ANDREWS
(taking the note from
her)
I'm sorry you read it.
ELLIE
Are you going to see him?
ANDREWS
I suppose so.
ELLIE
(hard)
Certainly! Pay him off. He's entitled
to it. He did an excellent job. Kept
me thoroughly entertained. It's worth
every penny he gets.
She paces agitatedly, Andrews watching her silently. He knows
what an awful blow to her pride this must be. Mary now enters
with a cocktail tray which she sets on the table.
ELLIE
Thanks, Mary. That's just what I
need.
(she pours herself a
cocktail)
MARY
Mr. King Westley is on his way up.
ELLIE
Fine -- Fine! Have him come in.
ANDREWS
(mumbling)
I'll be going.
(he goes out behind
Mary)
Ellie swallows her drink and starts pouring herself another,
as King enters.
ELLIE
(upon seeing him)
Well, if it isn't the groom himself!
You're just in time, King.
A close view of the TWO shows King taking her in his arms.
KING
How are you, Ellie?
(he gives her a kiss,
which she accepts
perfunctorily -- but
he insists upon being
ardent)
Are you happy?
ELLIE
(releasing herself)
Happy? Why shouldn't I be happy? I'm
getting the handsomest man in
captivity.
(handing him a drink)
Here you are, King. Let's drink.
(she holds her glass
out)
Let's drink to us.
(She drains the glass;
pouring another, as
she continues)
We finally made it, didn't we?
KING
You bet we did.
ELLIE
It's up to you now. I want our life
to be full of excitement, King. We'll
never let up, will we? Never a dull
moment. We'll get on a merry-go-round
and never get off. Promise you'll
never let me get off? It's the only
way to live, isn't it? No time to
think. We don't want to stop to think,
do we? Just want to keep going.
KING
Whatever you say; darling.
ELLIE
I heard about your stunt. That's
swell, King. Just think of it -- the
groom lands on the lawn with a plane.
It's a perfect beginning for the
life we're going to lead. It sets
just the right tempo.
(handing him a drink)
Come on, King. You're lagging.
(they both drink)
In ANDREWS' STUDY, Andrews walks around the room, perceptibly
affected by his visit with Ellie. He keeps turning Peter's
letter over in his hand, apparently debating in his mind
what to do with it. He finally gets an idea -- and
determinedly crosses to the phone. Then the scene cuts to a
HOTEL ROOM. First there is a close-up of a NEWSPAPER -- a
tabloid bearing a heading which reads: "LOVE TRIUMPHANT."
"Interrupted Romance of Ellen Andrews and King Westley
Resumed, as Father Yields. Wedding Reception to be Held on
Andrews' Lawn."
Below this is a page of pictures, and the view turns to each
photograph. The first picture is of Ellie and King on a beach.
The title over the picture reads: "Where they met." The second
picture shows them in the cockpit of a plane, the heading
reading: "Where they romanced." The next picture is of a
small frame house with a shingle on it reading: "Justice of
the Peace." Over the photograph is a caption: "Where they
were married." The next picture is of the Andrews yacht, and
the title reads: "Where she was taken." Finally, the view
moves down to the bottom of the page to a picture of Ellie
and King, with her father between them, in front of Sheriff's
office. Caption reads: "Where love triumphed." Over these
pictures the phone bell has been ringing.
And now PETER is seen staring, expressionless, at the
newspaper. Suddenly he becomes conscious of the phone ringing;
he looks up -- then goes to it.
PETER
(into the phone)
Hello... Yes?... Who?... Oh... Why
can't I see you at your office?
The scene cuts to ANDREWS' STUDY, affording a close view of
ANDREWS at the phone.
ANDREWS
I leave for Washington tonight. May
be gone several weeks. Thought perhaps
you'd like to get this thing settled.
This cuts to the HOTEL ROOM where PETER is at the phone.
PETER
Yeah, but I don't like the idea of
walking in on your jamboree... Just
between you and me -- those things
give me a stiff pain.
ANDREWS
(seen in his office)
You needn't see anybody. You can
come directly to my study. I'd
appreciate it very much if --
PETER
(at his phone)
No -- no. What the deuce do I want
to --
His eyes fall on something, and there follows a close view
of a tabloid newspaper, featuring the heading: "Love
Triumphant" and containing the pictures of Ellie and King.
The view then moves down to feature headline reading "Groom
to Land on Bride's Lawn."
"King Westley plans to drop in an autogyro on the lawn of
Andrews estate..." Peter's mouth screws up disdainfully.
PETER
(into the phone)
Yeah, wait a minute. Maybe I will
come over. I'd like to get a load of
that three-ring circus you're pulling.
I want to see what love looks like
when it's triumphant. I haven't had
a good laugh in a week.
(he is still at the
phone as the scene
dissolves)
Then the LAWN of the ANDREWS ESTATE dissolves in. It is now
filled with guests, who wander around, chattering gaily. The
orchestra plays. A captain of waiters in the foreground
instructs his men.
CAPTAIN
I want everything to be just so.
When the ceremony starts, you stand
on the side -- still. No moving around --
no talking, comprenez?
The view cuts to a ROADWAY leading to the estate, and Peter
is seen driving up in his Ford and squeezing in between two
Rolls-Royces. The uniformed chauffeurs glare at him. But
Peter springs nonchalantly out of his car.
PETER
(blithely, as he passes
them)
Keep your eye on my car when you're
backing up, you guys.
And as he goes, the chauffeurs look at each other, surprised.
The scene dissolves to ANDREWS' STUDY, where a butler stands
in front of Andrews who is seated at his desk.
ANDREWS
Show him in.
The Butler leaving, a close view shows ANDREWS reaching over
and snapping on a dictograph concealed somewhere on his desk.
The office coming into view again, we see Andrews rising and
awaiting Peter's entrance. After a moment Peter comes in,
removes his soft felt hat, and tucks it under his arm.
ANDREWS
Mr. Warne?
PETER
Yeah.
ANDREWS
Come in. Sit down.
Peter advances into the room, looking around curiously. His
air is frigid, contemptuous as Andrews studies him, and he
makes no move to sit. Andrews waves to a chair and sits down
himself. Peter flops into the nearest chair.
ANDREWS
(seen close with Peter;
after a pause)
I was surprised to get your note. My
daughter hadn't told me anything
about you. About your helping her.
PETER
That's typical of your daughter.
Takes those things for granted.
(too restless to sit,
he jumps up)
Why does she think I lugged her all
the way from Miami --
(vehemently)
For the love of it?
ANDREWS
Please understand me. When I say she
didn't tell me anything about it, I
mean not until a little while ago.
She thinks you're entitled to anything
you can get.
PETER
(bitterly)
Oh, she does, huh? Isn't that sweet
of her! You don't, I suppose.
ANDREWS
(shrugging)
I don't know. I'd have to see on
what you base your claim. I presume
you feel you're justified in --
PETER
(seen close now)
If I didn't I wouldn't be here!
(he reaches into his
pocket)
I've got it all itemized.
(and he throws the
paper on Andrews'
desk)
ANDREWS picks up the paper and glances at it.
PETER
(now seen closer with
Andrews)
I sold some drawers and socks, too;
I'm throwing those in.
ANDREWS
And this is what you want -- thirty-
nine dollars and sixty cents?
PETER
Why not? I'm not charging you for
the time I wasted.
ANDREWS
Yes, I know -- but --
PETER
What's the matter? Isn't it cheap
enough? A trip like that would cost
you a thousand dollars! Maybe more!
ANDREWS
Let me get this straight. You want
this thirty-nine sixty in addition
to the ten thousand dollars?
PETER
What ten thousand?
ANDREWS
The reward.
PETER
(sharply)
Who said anything about a reward!
ANDREWS
(smiling)
I'm afraid I'm a little confused.
You see, I assumed you were coming
here for --
PETER
(impatiently)
All I want is thirty-nine sixty. If
you'll give me a check I'll get out
of this place. It gives me the
jitters.
ANDREWS
You're a peculiar chap.
PETER
(irritably)
We'll go into that some other time.
ANDREWS
The average man would go after the
reward. All you seem to --
PETER
Listen, did anybody ever make a sucker
out of you? This is a matter of
principle. Something you probably
wouldn't understand.
(he burns at the
thought)
When somebody takes me for a buggy
ride I don't like the idea of having
to pay for the privilege.
ANDREWS
You were taken for a buggy ride?
PETER
Yeah -- with all the trimmings. Now,
how about the check. Do I get it?
A close-up indicates that ANDREWS has been studying Peter
throughout the scene. He is now completely won over.
ANDREWS
(smiling)
Certainly.
(he opens a checkbook
and writes it out)
While Andrews writes, Peter wanders around the room in an
attitude of bitter contempt. Andrews rises and goes to him.
ANDREWS
Here you are.
(as Peter takes the
check)
Do you mind if I ask you something
frankly?
(Peter just looks at
him without responding)
Do you love my daughter?
PETER
(evasively, while
folding the check)
A guy that'd fall in love with your
daughter should have his head
examined.
ANDREWS
That's an evasion.
PETER
(putting the check
into a wallet)
She grabbed herself a perfect running
mate. King Westley! The pill of the
century!
(pocketing wallet)
What she needs is a guy that'd take
a sock at her every day -- whether
it's coming to her or not.
A close view of the TWO shows Andrews smiling: Here is a
man!
PETER
If you had half the brains you're
supposed to have, you'd have done it
yourself -- long ago.
ANDREWS
Do you love her?
PETER
(going for his hat as
he replies)
A normal human being couldn't live
under the same roof with her, without
going nuts.
(going to the door)
She's my idea of nothing!
ANDREWS
I asked you a question. Do you love
her?
PETER
(snapping it out)
Yes!
(as Andrews smiles)
But don't hold that against me. I'm
a little screwy myself.
He snaps the door open and goes out, following which ANDREWS
is seen watching the door, his eyes twinkling, and the scene
cuts to the DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY as Peter comes through, moving
on to the front door. But just as he reaches it, Ellie enters,
accompanied by half a dozen men and holding a cocktail in
her hand. They see each other almost simultaneously, and
both stop, glaring.
PETER
(looking her over
contemptuously)
Perfect! Now you look natural.
At this Ellie leaves her group and comes toward Peter, and a
close view shows them together, glaring at each other.
ELLIE
(icily)
I hope you got your money.
PETER
You bet I did.
ELLIE
Congratulations.
PETER
Same to you.
ELLIE
Why don't you stay and watch the
fun? You'll enjoy it immensely.
PETER
I would. But I've got a weak stomach.
He wheels around and goes through the door, Ellie looking
after him, her eyes blazing. The drone of a plane motor
outside is heard, and several people rush down the stairs,
all excited.
GUESTS
Here comes King! He's just coming
down! Hurry up, everybody! Come on,
Ellie!
Immediately there is a general excitement, as guests hurry
through the hallway on the way to the lawn. But Ellen does
not move -- she remains staring blankly at the door through
which Peter went until Andrews enters from his study.
ANDREWS
I just had a long talk with him.
ELLEN
(her voice breaking)
I'm not interested.
ANDREWS
Now, wait a minute, Ellie --
ELLIE
(sharply)
I don't want to hear anything about
him!
She walks away from him, and Andrews, frustrated, looks at
her helplessly. Thereupon the scene dissolves to a full view
of the LAWN. The orchestra is playing Mendelssohn's Wedding
March. The lawn is crowded with guests. In the background we
see the autogyro idling. A closer view shows a small platform,
serving as an altar. Over it there is an arbor of roses.
Back of the altar stands a minister, ready. A reverse view
reveals a long, narrow, carpeted pathway leading to the house.
Both sides are lined with guests, who are murmuring excitedly.
At the moment, King Westley and his best man are marching
solemnly toward the altar. Back of the altar we see a high
platform upon which are several newsreel men who are grinding
their cameras.
The guests, of whom close glimpses are caught, are now peering
over each other's shoulders. King and his best man have
reached the altar, and the music of the wedding march comes
to a stop. The orchestra leader is looking around, apparently
waiting for a signal. At the DOOR of the HOUSE a very "prissy"
middle-aged man waves his handkerchief and nods his head to
the orchestra leader. The orchestra leader acknowledges the
signal by nodding his head -- turns to his men -- waves his
baton, and the orchestra starts playing, "Here Comes the
Bride." -- The guests whisper to each other excitedly. A
great deal of stirring takes place.
The door of the house slowly opens -- and a parade of small
flower girls emerges. They march, taking each step carefully,
while they strew flowers along the path. They are well out
of the way when Ellie, on the arm of her father, appears in
the doorway. A view of the guests shows that they cannot
contain themselves. Murmurs of "Here she comes," and "Doesn't
she look beautiful?" are heard. The newsreel men on their
platform behind the altar bestir themselves. This is what
they've been waiting for!
ELLIE and her FATHER (seen close) now make their way to the
altar. Ellie's face is solemn, and her jaws set.
ANDREWS
(whispering out of
the side of his mouth)
You're a sucker to go through with
this.
Ellie glances at him out of the corner of her eye -- and
quickly turns forward again.
ANDREWS
That guy Warne is O.K. He didn't
want the reward.
Ellie keeps her eyes glued in front of her, remaining
expressionless.
ANDREWS
All he asked for was thirty-nine
dollars and sixty cents... that's
what he spent on you. It was a matter
of principle with him -- says you
took him for a ride.
This registers on Ellie and she raises her eyes -- but her
reaction is only slightly perceptible.
A close view of a GROUP OF GUESTS shows two girls looking
enviously in the direction of the bride.
A YOUNG GIRL
(whispering)
I wish I were in her shoes.
SECOND GIRL
Yes. She certainly is lucky.
ELLIE and her FATHER are seen again, and ANDREWS is still
whispering to her.
ANDREWS
He loves you, Ellie. Told me so.
This brings a definite reaction, which she quickly covers
up.
ANDREWS
You don't want to be married to a
mug like Westley.
At this there is a close view of Westley -- there is a
satisfied smirk on his face.
ANDREWS
I can buy him off for a pot of gold,
and you can make an old man happy,
and you wouldn't do so bad for
yourself. If you change your mind,
your car's waiting at the back gate.
Ellie gives no indication of her intentions. Her face remains
immobile. And now Ellie and her father have reached the altar.
The "prissy" man is placing them in position. The big moment
has arrived. The guests are all atwitter. But a close view
of ELLIE shows that she realizes that her fate is closing in
on her. She looks around for a means of escape.
MINISTER
(starting the ceremony)
Dearly beloved, we are gathered
together here in the sight of God
and in the face of this company to
join together this man and this woman
in holy matrimony. If any man can
show just cause why they may not
lawfully be joined together, let him
speak now or else hereafter forever
hold his peace. King, wilt thou have
this woman to be thy wedded wife? So
long as ye both shall live?
KING
I will.
MINISTER
Ellen, wilt thou have this man to be
thy wedded husband so long as ye
both shall live?
Then, seen at the ALTAR, Ellie makes her decision. She reaches
down, takes a firm hold on her train and, pushing several
people aside, runs out of the scene. Those at the altar look
up, surprised, and the most startled of all is KING himself.
KING
(calling after her)
Ellie!
He starts to go after her -- but finds Andrews in his way
while the outcries of the guests rise in chorus.
GUESTS
What's happened? Where's she going?
On the platform, the newsreel men, a look of astonishment on
their faces, decide to follow Ellie.
A MAN
Get her, Mac! She's ducking!
And, as viewed by the newsreel men, Ellie is seen in the
distance dashing through the gates. The guests stare
dumbfounded. Following this, Andrews and King are seen
together in the crowd.
KING
(helplessly)
What happened?
ANDREWS
(blandly)
I haven't the slightest idea.
But his mouth twitches as he tries to keep from smiling. As
King runs out of sight Andrews gets out a cigar and lights
it -- a happy smile on his face which he now doesn't try to
conceal.
Outside the FRONT GATE Ellie is seen in a fast roadster, as
she starts away with a plunge. Her eyes sparkle. A crowd of
people dash up, headed by King. They stop dead when they see
the car disappear. On the LAWN the commotion runs high, and
the guests chatter their amazement. A close view of ANDREWS
shows him smiling with satisfaction.
The scene dissolves to ANDREWS' OFFICE, where Andrews is
regaling himself with a whiskey and soda. He is in a
pleasantly inebriated mood when his SECRETARY enters.
ANDREWS
(as he picks up the
phone that has started
ringing)
Don't want to talk to -- don't want
to talk to anybody. Don't want to
see anybody.
SECRETARY
But it's King Westley on the phone.
ANDREWS
Ooooooh.
(into the phone)
Hello my would-be ex-son-in-law.
I've sent you a check for a hundred
thousand. Yes. That's the smartest
thing you ever did, Westley, not to
contest that annulment. That's
satisfactory, isn't it? Yeah. Well,
it ought to be. Oh I'm not
complaining. It was dirt cheap.
(as he hangs up)
Don't fall out of any windows.
SECRETARY
(placing a telegram
on the desk)
There's another wire from Peter,
sir. They're in Glen Falls, Michigan.
ANDREWS
(reading it)
"What's holding up the annulment,
you slow poke? The Walls of Jericho
are toppling."
(to the Secretary)
Send him a telegram right away. Just
say: "Let 'em topple."
This dissolves to the exterior of an AUTO CAMP very much
like the other camps at which Peter and Ellie stayed. The
owner's wife is talking to her husband.
WIFE
Funny couple, ain't they?
MAN
Yeah.
WIFE
If you ask me, I don't believe they're
married.
MAN
They're married all right. I just
seen the license.
WIFE
They made me get 'em a rope and a
blanket, on a night like this.
MAN
Yeah?
WIFE
What do you reckon that's for?
MAN
Blamed if I know. I just brung 'em a
trumpet.
WIFE
(puzzled)
A trumpet?
MAN
Yeah. You know, one of those toy
things. They sent me to the store to
get it.
WIFE
But what in the world do they want a
trumpet for?
MAN
I dunno.
The scene moves to the cabin occupied presumably by Peter
and Ellie. The windows are lighted. There is a blast from a
trumpet, and as the lights go out a blanket is seen dropping
to the floor, and the scene fades out.
THE END