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CARL: (Cont'd)

I'm so deep in things I'm afraid
I'll get out of touch.

(MARGARET WATCHES HIM WARMLY, THEN
KISSES HIS CHEEK)

MARGARET:

You're the best Senator the State
of Maine ever had and Fred Gelder
knows it.

CARL: (GRINS)

I better call him and make sure.
(AS THEY START SLOWLY TOWARD THE
PHONE)

Say, how is everything? I hear
Christmas business is great. I
talked to Bud over at the Tribune
yesterday and he says the stores
are packed --

(HE AND MARGARET STOP AS THEY HEAR
JUDY COME CLATTERING DOWN THE STAIRS.
JUDY IS A BLONDE, EBULLIENT ELEVEN-
YEAR-OLD IN DUNGAREES. BEHIND HER
COMES, MORE SLOWLY, JEFF JESSUP.
JEFF, ALSO ELEVEN, WEARS A MACKINAW
OVER HIS DUNGAREES)

JUDY:

Daddy!

CARL:

Hi, Judy!

(MORE)

-11-

(SHE THROWS HERSELF AT HIM FOR A HUG)

CARL: (Cont'd)

Way you act, you'd think I've
been away for a year!

JUDY:

I'm gonna be an angel in the
Christmas Pageant!

CARL:

Fine. Now all you've got to do
is start acting like one at home.

(HE PATS HER ON THE FANNY. THEN HE SEES JEFF, WHO HAS COME DOWN THE STEPS AND NOW STANDS NEAR THE DOOR. FOR A MOMENT CARL DOESN'T RECOGNIZE HIM)

MARGARET:

Carl, you know Jeff Jessup.

JEFF:

Hello, Mister Broggi.

CARL:

Why, sure. George Jessup's son.
You look just the way he did when
we went to school together! Merry
Christmas.

(JEFF IS SUDDENLY VERY INTENSE)

JEFF:

You know what I'm getting for
Christmas? A bicycle.

(CARL'S TAKEN ABACK BY HIS INTENSITY)

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CARL:
Well, that's fine.

JEFF:

I already got some of those re-
flectors. You know? Little red
reflectors? They go on the mud-
guards. It's gonna be blue and
it's gonna have reflectors. 'Course,
Pa hasn't got it yet, but he prom-
ised. That means I'll get it,
doesn't it? A promise means I'll
get it?

CARL:
Well, sure it does.

(HE COVERS THE PUZZLE WITH HEARTINESS)
How is your father, Jeff? Working
hard down at the mills?

(THERE IS A PAUSE. JEFF SEEMS TO SHRINK WITHIN HIMSELF. HE PULLS HIS MACKINAW TIGHT AROUND HIS NECK)

JEFF:

I - I gotta go. G'bye.

(HE EXITS BEFORE ANYONE CAN STOP HIM,
CARL, KNOWING SOMETHING IS WRONG, LOOKS
AT MARGARET)

MARGARET:
George, hasn't worked since October,
Carl. Didn't you know?

CARL:
What? (THEN, REMEMBERING) Oh,
that's right.

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CARL: (Cont'd)

A hundred and fifty
of them...But I heard it was only
temporary.

MARGARET:

Oh, it is. That's what everybody
says.

(CUT TO:)

(CU OF CARL, THINKING)

CARL:

Sure it is. It's bound to be.

(BUT FOR THE FIRST TIME A SHADOW OF
DOUBT CROSSES HIS FACE AND HE WONDERS)

(DISSOLVE TO:)

(THE SMALL DINING ALCOVE OF THE JESSUP
KITCHEN. THE MEAL'S ALMOST FINISHED,
BUT A DISH OF PUDDING STANDS UNTOUCHED
AT JEFF'S PLATE. BESIDE IT ARE TWO
BIKE REFLECTORS. ECU ON REFLECTORS AND
PLATE)

JEFF: (O.S.)

But you promised! I even bought
these - you promised!

(PULL BACK TO THREE SHOT OF JEFF,
GEORGE AND ELLEN JESSUP. SHE IS A
SMALL, GENTLE WOMAN WHO FEELS JEFF'S
UNHAPPINESS)

What am I gonna do with 'em now?

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ELLEN: (Cont'd)

to it....

(JEFF TAKES THE REFLECTORS AND EXITS)

(GEORGE WATCHES HIM GO, THEN TOYS
WITH HIS DESSERT. THERE IS A TIGHT
PAUSE)

ELLEN:

You're the one that's not eating.

GEORGE:

...Ellen, isn't there some way
we could swing it? What about
the savings account?

ELLEN:

Now you know we can't touch
that!

GEORGE:

Why not? This is only temp-
orary!

ELLEN:

George, that's what you said
eight weeks ago!

GEORGE:

But, we're getting by! I've
got my severance pay, my un-
employment insurance.

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ELLEN:

He doesn't need a bike!

GEORGE:

He's only a kid!

ELLEN:

He's got to grow up sometimes...
(GEORGE GETS UP QUICKLY, IN FRUSTRATION, TURNING AWAY FROM THE TABLE.
ELLEN GOES TO HIM)

He said he'd wait till Spring,
didn't he? Didn't he, George?
(SHE TOUCHES HIS BACK. HE TURNS
SLOWLY, HIS ANGER GONE, ASHAMED
OF HIMSELF)

GEORGE:

Didn't mean to raise my voice,
Ellen. I never used to. Funny
how cash being a little tight
can creep into a man's throat
like a buzz saw...

ELLEN:

How long is it going to be?
(GEORGE SHRUGS)

GEORGE:

Don't know for certain.

Seems like nobody knows.

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(CONTINUE WITH BOTH OF THEM DISCUSS-
ING THE SITUATION IN PANTO

SWAYZE: (V.O.)

So the talk went late in 1953.
Not only with the Jessups, but
with the others. The Mastrovics.
Bill Potter's family. Jean
Charbeaux...The doubts and the
fears -- creeping in like cold
air; How long would it be? How
could they find out?

DISSOLVE TO:

(INTERIOR OF THE BARBER SHOP.)
(A SMALLTOWN SHOP WITH ONLY TWO
CHAIRS. CARL IS IN ONE CHAIR, JUST
BEING FINISHED UP BY THE BARBER,
HARRY PENNYMAN. HARRY HAS A TEN-
ENCY TO BE FAWNING AND CYNICAL.
WAITING ARE THE PAYMASTER, BUD
WRIGHT - ABOUT 30, A BOYISH, CHUBBY-
FACED, ENTHUSIASTIC MAN - AND JOHN
PAPAS, ABOUT 60, WHO'S BUILT LIKE
A WRESTLER AND IS GREEK, WITH AN
ACCENT)

SWAYZE: (V.O.)

But they were only a few out of
many. Their fears and doubts were
lost and almost forgotten. Sanford
was busy - prosperous - happy.

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PAYMASTER:

Huh? ... Oh, they'll be back.

That's just seasonal.

(THE CAMERA LOSES THE PAYMASTER AND HARRY AS CARL MOVES TOWARD THE CHAIRS.)

HE PAUSES TO TALK TO BUD AND JOHN, WHOM HE KNOWS BETTER AND LIKES. BUD HAS A COPY OF THE TRIBUNE WHICH HE'S READING.)

CARL: (GRINNING)

Look at him. Bud, don't you ever get tired reading your own newspaper?

(BUD, TAKEN UNAWARE, IS A LITTLE SHAMEFACED. HE PUTS IT AWAY QUICKLY)

JOHN:

He ain't reading, Carl. All he does is count the ads, hey?

BUD: (ENTHUSIASTICALLY)

Why shouldn't I? This is the biggest issue the Tribune ever had. Four more pages of advertising than last year!

(THE CAMERA HAS PICKED UP ED BALLENGER AS HE CAME IN THE ENTRANCE TO THE SHOP.)

ED IS ABOUT 35, TALL AND SLIM AND RATHER SERIOUS. HE HANGS HIS COAT ON THE COATTRACK BETWEEN THE CHAIRS AND THE DOOR.)

-23-

GEORGE: (Cont'd)

gettin' pretty sharp, I cut Jeff's
hair last week --- Carl, this was
Ellen's idea.

CARL:

I heard about the mills. George,
we've known each other since the
first grade, there's no reason
you can't ask me anything.

GEORGE:

Well, you're a senator now.

CARL:

What is it?

(GEORGE LOOKS PAST HIM AGAIN. HE HAS TO FIGHT TO KEEP HIS VOICE DOWN)

GEORGE:

Everybody says it's temporary.
Only a few of us laid off and
just seasonal. Only it keeps
going on, one day after the other.
Nine weeks now, you know? How
long is temporary before it gets
permanent!

(HE STOPS; HIS VOICE HAS BEEN CREEP-
ING UP. HE SWALLOWS)

The Mastrovics are talking about
moving away. Find another job.

CARL:

You can't do that, George.

(MORE)

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CARL: (Cont'd)

Leave Sanford?

GEORGE:

No, no ...

(HE SHAKES HIS HEAD, POSITIVE ABOUT IT)
That's all right for Mastrovic, he's
only been here ten years. I've been
here seems like always. And Ellen,
too -- she keeps saying it was her
family that caught the first Maine
lobster ... No. Only - Carl, can't
somebody find out?

CARL:

It won't last long, George.

GEORGE:

It already has - for me. Every-
body keeps saying business is so
good. Not with us.

(HE LOOKS AT CARL)

CARL:

I don't exactly know what I can do.

GEORGE:

(NODS, BUT KEEP LOOKING INTENTLY AT
CARL)

Eyeh. After all you're a state
senator. Like I told Ellen, you've
got more important things. I just
couldn't think who else to ask.
Thanks anyway.

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(CARL STOPS HIM AS HE'S ABOUT TO TURN AWAY)

CARL:

You know Ralph Sawyer, don't you?

GEORGE:

I know who he is. He's the plant manager!

CUT TO:

(CU OF CARL)

CARL:

Being a Senator has certain advantages ... I'll talk to him to-night - at my house.

DISSOLVE TO:

(THE BROGGI LIVING ROOM. IT'S THE TAG END OF A CHRISTMAS EVE 'AT HOME'. THE TREE IS UP WHERE THE TELEVISION SET WAS, BUT NOT DECORATED. ABOUT TEN PEOPLE ARE STILL THERE, SOME OF THEM ALREADY ON THEIR WAY OUT. ED BALLENGER CALLS "GOODNIGHT. MERRY CHRISTMAS." JOHN PAPAS CALLS AFTER HIM: "WAIT, I GET MY COAT" ... AS ALL DRIFT TOWARD THE HALL, WITH MARGARET GOING ALONG. CARL AND BUD COME ON SCREEN IN FOREGROUND WITH RALPH sawyer, the plant manager. THEY PAUSE A MINUTE, CARRYING ON

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WHAT HAS OBVIOUSLY BEEN AN EARNEST
CONVERSATION)

CARL:

But what about what's been hap-
pening to other textile mills in
New England, Sawyer?

SAWYER:

Senator, I can only say what I
said before ... It's what I told
Wright. The Sanford Mills --
(MARGARET APPEARS IN THE BACKGROUND,
IN THE HALL ENTRANCE)

MARGARET:

Bud ... your wife says to hurry...
that baby sitter won't stay for-
ever.

BUD:

Hey, that's right ... Merry
Christmas, Sawyer. Carl.
(HE GOES INTO THE HALL. WE SEE, IN
THE BACKGROUND, THE CROWD LEAVING
WHILE CARL AND SAWYER TALK)

SAWYER:

I've got to go too, I'm afraid.

CARL:

Sure.

(BUT THEY MOVE VERY SLOWLY, SO THAT
BY THE TIME THEY REACH THE HALL ONLY
MARGARET IS LEFT)

(MORE)

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CARL: (Cont'd)

Sawyer, I know how much the mills
mean to you --

SAWYER:

They ought to. I've been with
'em for years. The best mills
in the world!

CARL:

There's never been any difficulty.
Never even a labor dispute. I
know that ... But Sanford depends
on the mills. Close the mills
and we go broke. Can't you give
me a better idea?

(THEY REACH THE HALL, THE CAMERA WITH THEM. THEY PAUSE IN THE HALL, WITH MARGARET IN BACKGROUND)

SAWYER:

Now what more could I tell you?

CARL:

I'd like to find out about the
men who have been laid off. When
do they go back?

SAWYER:

I just can't say. Any week now,
I hope.

CARL:

Do you think any more will be laid
off?

-28-

SAWYER:

No. Absolutely not.

CARL:

How can you be so sure? Take these
other textile mills like that one
in Worcester --

SAWYER:

Broggi, we're not in Worcester ...
Senator, look. I realize as well
as you that the textile situation
is generally unstable. All sorts
of things have been happening
lately. During the war we were
going full speed, there was over-
production. Now there's a great
deal of competition. New mater-
ials have come in. And there's
the foreign manufacturers. They're
back in business now and they're
a serious threat in terms of pro-
duction costs. A lot of things
have affected us.

(HE GETS HIS COAT. CARL HELPS HIM
ON WITH IT)

CARL:

You sound pretty pessimistic.

SAWYER:

No, I'm not pessimistic! It's
just a readjustment period, that's

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CARL: (Cont'd)

I kept seeing the mills like -
like a great big dam. First one
crack developing and then another
and maybe another ... Margaret,
we depend on the mills. They're
all we've got to depend on - and
we shouldn't ... It's like having
all our eggs in one basket, and
we shouldn't. If anything happens--
(HE TURNS SUDDENLY, ACCIDENTLY KNOCK-
ING THE BOX OF ORNAMENTS OUT OF HER
HANDS. IT DROPS TO THE FLOOR)

CUT TO:

(CU OF BOX AND BROKEN ORNAMENTS ON
FLOOR)

DISSOLVE TO:

(THREE SHOT OF JOHN, BUD AND ED IN
JOHN'S OFFICE UP OVER HIS STORE.
WIDEN TO INCLUDE CARL, EARNESTLY
PANTOING ARGUMENT WITH THEM. THE
OFFICE IS A FAIRLY LARGE ROOM WITH
A DESK AND A FEW FILES. A BOOKCASE
IS ALONG ONE WALL, LOADED WITH BOOKS.
ALL ARE IN CASUAL CLOTHES, JOHN UN-
SHAVED)

SWAYZE: (VO APOVE)

That night Carl Broggi made some

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SWAYZE: (Cont'd)

phone calls. Christmas morning
at eight o'clock, a meeting was
held. In order to get away from
the celebrations going on at
their homes, the place chosen was
the office of a local merchant,
John Papas. With Broggi and
Papas were Ed Ballenger, owner
of an automobile agency and Bud
Wright, publisher of the Sanford
Tribune.

BUD:

Okay, okay, Carl. If you say
something has to be done, okay
... But why us?

(PULL BACK TO INCLUDE CARL IN SCENE)

CARL:

It's got to start some place, Bud!
... We don't even have a Chamber
of Commerce, we wouldn't know what
to do if the mills closed.

ED:

Did Sawyer say they would?

CARL:

No, he talked just the other way.

ED:

Well, who do we believe - you or
him? Seems to me he ought to know.

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CARL:

Ed, in case it _should_ happen! If
it does we're sunk - all we've got
is that one business. We need more!
(HE'S ON HIS FEET, TRYING TO CONVEY
HIS FEELINGS)

You know how everybody is when
things are going good. We sit
on our hands - let things drift
... We've got to have plans!
That's what a Chamber of Commerce
is for - plans!

ED:

... I've got cars to sell, it's
a full time job. Sounds like
a lot of hard work, Carl.

JOHN:

Hey, so we work harder. Carl
says 'Chamber of Commerce' - all
right, I go along with what Carl
says. Here --

(HE GOES TO HIS DESK, BRINGING A
CHECKBOOK OUT OF A DRAWER AND REACH-
ING FOR A PEN)

It takes money for a Chamber of
Commerce, no? ... How about I
start it, Carl. A hundred dollars,
okay?

-34-

(JOHN STARTS TO MAKE OUT THE CHECK.
BUD AND ED TRY TO STAY ALOOF, BUT
CAN'T. THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER
AND REACH AGREEMENT. BUD NODS TO
CARL)

BUD:

I guess we can find the time.

CARL:

It'll take a lot of it. Getting
up facts and figures. Going
after new firms and getting 'em
to move here to Sanford ...

(HE SMILES) Fred Gelder's going to
be awful mad.

(BUD AND ED REACT, AS DOES JOHN,
WHO LOOKS UP FROM HIS DESK)

BUD:

Fred Gelder? ... What's he got
to do with it? Carl, you're not
in this.

CARL:

How can I stay out?

BUD:

But you'll be up in Augusta with
the Senate. You're too busy.

(CARL SHAKES HIS HEAD. CHURCH BELLS
HAVE STARTED RINGING, OFF SCREEN.
CARL CALLS ATTENTION TO THEM WITH
A MOTION OF HIS HEAD. HE GOES TO

-36-

"TIE TOWN THAT REFUSED TO DIE"

ACT TWO

(FADE IN:)

(F. LS OF SANFORD, PANNING OVER SNOWY
VIEW)

SWAYZE: (V.O.)
January, 1954. Sanford, Maine
settled back after the holidays....

(CUT TO:)

(F. STOCK SHOTS OF KIDS GOING TO
SCHOOL IN SNOW)
School began again - as it always
had.

(CUT TO:)

(F. GATES OF MILL, IN SNOW. WORKERS
GOING IN)
At the mills the regular shifts
reported in with no change.
The same machines were in oper-
ation --

(CUT TO:)

(F. STOCK SHOTS OF BUSY TEXTILE MACHINES)
The carders, the draw-frames, the
weaving....Shearing machines....
folding machines...

(CUT TO:)

(F. STOCK SHOT. A BANK OF IDLE MACHINES)

-37-

SWAYZE: (V.O.) (Cont'd)

... And the same machines which
had been idle before were still
idle.

1954. It began with only one
difference.

(CUT TO:)

(F. STOCK SHOTS OF TYPICAL MEN'S CLUB)

AUDIENCES: KIWANIS, ROTARY, ETC.

(SUPER LIVE OVER THEM, ECU'S OF CARL
TALKING, OF BUD AND ED - AND CARL AGAIN)

SWAYZE: (V.O.) (Cont'd)

Carl Broggi had announced he would
not run for the Senate again. He
and Bud Wright and Ed Ballenger
made speeches to get a Chamber of
Commerce started...the reaction
was mixed.

(CUT TO:)

(THE BARBERSHOP. CU ON HARRY PENNYMAN
READY TO SHAVE . THE PAYMASTER)

HARRY:

A Chamber of Commerce. What do

we need a Chamber of Commerce for?

You know how many speeches they've

-38-

HARRY: (Cont'd)
made in the past four days?

Six of 'em - Six!

(HARRY DROPS THE CHAIR TO SHAVE
POSITION ABRUPTLY. THE PAYMASTER
DISAPPEARS OFF SCREEN, REVEALING
JOHN PAPAS BEHIND THE CHAIR)

JOHN:
Seven, Harry. They do another
one last night at the Rotary
Club.

PAYMASTER: (OS)
I heard one at Kiwanis. Broggi's
a good speaker.

HARRY:
Chamber of Commerce. All I know
is it costs money.

PAYMASTER: (OS)
It's bound to cost something.

HARRY:
The way they're talking, the mills
are closed already.

JOHN:
They don't say that. They say just
in case.

HARRY:
Do you think the mills will close.
Whole thing's a waste of time!

-40-

SAWYER: (Cont'd)

your husband feels. But
what he and the others are
doing is actually undermining
confidence in the mills.
Don't they realize that?
Fred have you heard the
speeches?

FRED:

I don't want to hear
them.

CARL: (OS)

I don't blame you....

(CUT TO:)

(LS, SHOOTING PAST THEM TOWARD
THE HALL. CARL IS THERE, HIS
COAT ON, AND CARRYING AN UN-
tidy, FULL BINDER. HE COMES
IN, PUTTING THE BINDER ON THE
PIANO AND TAKING OFF HIS COAT
WEARILY)

CARL:

We're getting sick of them
ourselves. And I'm not too
sure about our audiences,
either.

-42-

CARL:

Finished?...Why should it? All
I'm doing is staying out of pol-
itics until we get straightened
away.

SAWYER:

What makes you think we're not?
Talking about the mills folding
up. Where'd you ever get that
notion?

CARL:

Christmas Eve, Mr. Sawyer.

SAWYER:

Christmas Eve? Here? Now? I
never told you anything like
that. (TO MARGARET) You heard
me, Mrs. Broggi.

CARL:

Call it a feeling.

SAWYER:

I don't know what to call it.
The way you people are acting
you want the mills to close!

CARL:

Want them to? (HE STANDS UP)
Our chief industry? The only
income Sanford has?...Sawyer,
without the mills we'd dry

-43-

CARL: (Cont'd)

up and blow away, every business
in town would dry up!

SAWYER:

Then why are you doing this?

All this gloom and depression.

You - you're crying wolf!

CARL:

We're not, we....

(SAWYER'S INTENSITY SHAKES HIM AND
HE FEELS A HEAVY UNCERTAINTY. HE
LOOKS AT FRED, AS IF SEEKING RE-
ASSURANCE)

FRED: (NODS)

Calamity Howlers, Carl. There's
nothing as unpopular as a man
who keeps saying there's going
to be trouble.

CARL:

But it might happen!

SAWYER:

I can assure you, it won't!

FRED:

Whether it does not not!....

Pull out of it, Carl. You
depend on votes. Let

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FRED: (Cont'd)

the others handle it. You keep
on, you're not only dead this
year, you're dead every election
year...You think it over. There's
still time...

(HE STARTS TOWARD THE HALL, STOPPING
AT THE PIANO AS SAWYER SPEAKS)

SAWYER:

I'll go with you...

(HE SPEAKS CALMLY AND WITH FRIEND-
LINESS)

Senator, I didn't mean to get so
worked up....But the mills are my
life too. I've put everything in-
to them. Sweat, time, sleepless
nights...,It's not easy keeping them
going these days. Sometimes the profit margin
is pretty thin...A board of direc-
tors is human, Senator. A lack of
confidence affects them just like
anybody else.

CARL:

Are you saying that if we talk
this way we may be responsible....

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SAWYER:

I don't know. But there's no reason
to talk that way. No reason at all!

(HE LOOKS AT CARL, LETTING IT SINK
IN. THEN HE GOES OUT WITH FRED. PAN
FROM A SHOT WHICH INCLUDES THEM TO
AN MS ON CARL. HE STANDS A MOMENT,
THINKING. SLOWLY HE MOVES TO THE
PIANO AND PUTS HIS HAND ON THE BINDER.
HE OPENS IT, LOOKING AT SEVERAL OF
THE PAGES)

(CUT TO:)

(ECU OF THE PAGES. EACH IS TYPED,
NOT TOO WELL: LIKE NOTES AT THE
BEGINNING OF A RESEARCH JOB: PAGE

ONE:
FACTS NEEDED

GET STATISTICS ON TOWN -
LABOR POOL, INCOME,
EDUCATION, ETC.

SURVEY WATER SUPPLY, ELECTRIC
POWER.

START COMMITTEES ON THESE *NOW!* )

(CARL TURNS THE PAGE:

BE READY FOR NEW BUSINESS --

WHAT ADVANTAGES IN SANFORD?

NEED MAILING LIST -

LEARN HOW TO CONTACT --

(CUT TO:)

(TWO SHOT AS MARGARET JOINS CARL.

CARL INDICATES THE BINDER)

-46-

CARL:

All the things we've got to do.

We've been working nights....

Trying to get people interested
- trying to get started.

(HE CLOSES THE BINDER, RUNNING HIS HAND OVER IT)

Are we supposed to junk it before
we even get started? ...Margaret
what's wrong with trying to pro-
tect ourselves? It's like insur-
ance - nobody wants to die, but
people get insurance just in case!
....You heard them, didn't you?

MARGARET:

Yes.

CARL:

Unpopular - you know they're right?
I've never been so unpopular in my
life.

MARGARET: (QUIETLY)

Not with everyone, Carl.

CARL:

No, not everyone. There are some
who agree it's a good idea.

(HE STOPS. LOOKING AT MARGARET, HE
REALIZES SHE MEANT HERSELF. HE RE-
LAXES AND SMILES BACK AT HER. HIS

-47-

SMILE WIDENS AND HE CHUCKLES.
WITH RENEWED CONFIDENCE, HE TAKES
HER IN HIS ARMS)

(DISSOLVE TO:)

(ECU ON THE BINDER ON A TABLE, OPEN
ON PAGE ONE)

SWAYZE: (VO)

Facts. Statistics....Start committees now. In late January, 1954, the work began. It moved slowly at first - nallyingly...
(PULL BACK SLOWLY. ED IS STANDING AT THE TABLE; WITH HIM IS THE PAY-MASTER, AN ELDERLY LIBRARIAN NAMED SARAH, AND GEORGE. GEORGE IS THERE ONLY BECAUSE HE FEELS HE SHOULD BE, BUT HE DOESN'T LIKE THE IMPLICATIONS OF IT. ED TAPS THE PAGE)

ED:

First thing we've got to get -
these figures. How many avail-
able for jobs.

PAYMASTER:

There's not many right now.

(GEORGE FLINCHES A LITTLE, BUT NO ONE NOTICES. ED PANTOS MOVES POINTS FROM THE PAGE. PULL BACK TO SHOW MORE OF JOHN'S FORMER OFFICE. THE

-49-

(AS THEY FINISH WITH THE TABLE, BUD
COMES IN THE DOOR. HIS SHOULDERS
ARE TOUCHED WITH SNOW AND HE'S CARRY-
ING A CARDBOARD SIGN WRAPPED IN
PAPER. HE BRINGS IT TO THE TABLE)

BUD:

Where's Carl? He ought to see
this too.

PAYMASTER:

What is it?

SARAH:

Whatever it is, it's getting wet.
(BUD ANXIOUSLY CHECKS THE WRAPPING)

BUD:

We better not wait, then.

(HE REMOVES THE WRAPPING, REVEALING
A HAND-LETTERED SIGN READING: CHAMBER
OF COMMERCE)

There we are. Courtesy of the
art department of the Sanford
Tribune.

(HE TURNS, HOLDING IT UP, SO IT CAN
BE ADMIRED. THE CAMERA IS ON IT AND
THE DOOR BEYOND. THE DOOR OPENS.
CARL ENTERS, PANTING OVER A TYPE-
WRITER. THE PAYMASTER GOES OVER TO
GIVE HIM A HAND)

SARAH:

A typewriter!

["-52-", "FOR AN ANSWER. HE GETS ONLY\nSILENT SYMPATHY)", "GEORGE: (Cont'd)", "I better go.", "(GEORGE EXITS)", "PAYMASTER:", "Guess we can't blame him.", "CARL:", "Nobody's blaming anybody!\nBut either we do it or we\ndon't! A lot of people\nthink we're crazy. It's\nnot easy to keep going when\nfolks laugh at you! You\nknow what it takes. It takes\nguts.", "(HE STOPS AND LOOKS AT HIS IN-\NTENT AUDIENCE. WHAT HE SEES\nSATISFIES HIM)", "Okay. I guess we'll manage.", "(DISSOLVE TO:)", "(CU OF ELLEN STANDING BESIDE\nHER KITCHEN WINDOW, HOLDING\nBACK THE CURTAIN. THE RAIN\nIS COMING DOWN STEADILY OUT-\nSIDE. SHE'S HOLDING THE CURTAIN\nBACK, WATCHING FOR SOMEONE. WHEN SHE"]

-53-

SEES WHOM SHE'S WAITING FOR, SHE
DROPS THE CURTAIN QUICKLY AND SITS
DOWN AT THE DINETTE TABLE, ON WHICH
IS A PILE OF JEFF'S SPRING CLOTHES.
SHE STARTS TO WORK ON A PATCH ON A
PAIR OF DUNGAREES. GEORGE ENTERS,
HIS RAINCOAT AND PEAKED CAP WET.
EACH IS TRYING TO BE CASUAL, BUT
NOT SUCCEEDING)

GEORGE:

Regular Spring thaw outside,
Ellen. Turning real warm.
Jeff still in school?

(SHE NODS)

What do I smell?

(ELLEN INDICATES THE PILE OF CLOTHES)

ELLEN:

Moth balls. I just got 'em
out...He's shootin' up so fast

I just hope he ain't outgrown 'em.

(GEORGE PUTS AN ENVELOPE ON THE TABLE)

GEORGE:

That's the last of the unemploy-
ment checks.

(HER EYES FOLLOW HIM AS HE TURNS HIS
BACK TO SHUCK HIS RAINCOAT AND HANG
IT ON A HOOK BESIDE THE DOOR)

What do we do now?

-55-

(HE SHOWS HER HIS HANDS)

Spent years learning how! How
do you think it feels, seeing
the mills still busy.

ELLEN:

There's some say they won't be
busy long.

GEORGE:

Ah, what do they know? All I
know is the smoke still pouring
from the chimneys, and me still
outside!

(HE SITS DOWN, TIRED)

I didn't go into the bank, Ellen.
I meant to - Lord knows we need
something to go on. I knew how
you felt. Guess I feel the same
way.

ELLEN:

Can't we hang on, George?

GEORGE:

On what?

(HE PICKS UP THE UNEMPLOYMENT CHECK)

This is the last. The last,
Ellen!

(HE SLAMS IT DOWN, SHAKES HIS HEAD)

Hang on... All winter long I been

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GEORGE: (Cont'd)
sayin' that. Cuttin' corners,
scraping....We got rid of the
telephone, we cut our own hair.
No bike for Jeff. I told him
Spring and he still won't have
one!.....Ellen, you know Ernie
Ferguson?

ELLEN:
At the mills?

GEORGE: (NODS)
I ran into him this afternoon...
He's got a cousin down South.
North Carolina...They've got
textile mills down there. Harry's
cousin wrote him they're crying
for skilled workers.

ELLEN:
Leave Sanford? Is that what
you're saying?

GEORGE:
Might have to.

(THEY ARE SO INTENT THAT NEITHER ONE
NOTICES JEFF OPEN THE BACK DOOR. IM-
MEDIATELY HE FEELS THE TENSION. HE
CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIM, SILENTLY.
HIS HAIR IS WET)

ELLEN:
We wouldn't have any friends down

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(CUT TO:)

(F. STOCK SHOT OF NEGOTIATION SESSION)

SWAYZE: (VO)

....There was talk of strike. The
whole town discussed it, argued
pro and con.

(SUPER LIVE:)

(TWO SHOT OF CARL AND SARAH, PANTOING
TALK)

(SUPER LIVE:)

(HARRY, ED, AND TWO MORE MEN IN BARBER-
SHOP IN VIOLENT ARGUMENT)

But there had never been a strike
in Sanford. There was no strike
now....

(CUT TO:)

(ZOOM IN ON FRONT PAGE OF TRIBUNE:

CONTRACT SIGNED!

UNION AGREES TO WAGE CUT!)

The mills stayed open, the workers
stayed at their machines...

(DISSOLVE TO:)

(LS, JOHN PAPAS' OFFICE. THE WINDOWS
ARE OPEN. PAN OVER IT, SHOWING EMPTI-
NESS. AS CAMERA PANS BY TABLE NEAR
WINDOW, THE BREEZE BLOWS SEVERAL SHEETS

-60-

TO THE FLOOR. PANNING FURTHER, WE
PICK UP CARL AND BUD AT ONE END OF
THE TABLES. CARL IS READING THE
PAPER. THEY GIVE THE FEELING OF
MEN WITHOUT WORK TO BE DONE)

BUD:

Did you hear the Jessup's left
town? Got a job in North
Carolina.

CARL:

Maybe I should leave town....

(HE INDICATES THE PAPER)

The mills are more solid than
ever, according to this ---

(HE QUOTES)

Burlington Mills Buys Out Sanford
Textile.

BUD:

What's wrong with
that?

CARL:

I think it's great. But now I've
got nothing to do, who needs this
now?

(HIS GESTURE TAKES IN THE EMPTINESS
OF THE ROOM)

BUD:

Carl, they haven't dropped out. It's

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BUD: (Cont'd)

hot - they're up at the lake.

Out fishing.

CARL:

Umm....

(THE CAMERA PANS AS HE WALKS OVER AND PICKS UP ONE OF THE SHEETS ON THE FLOOR)

"Characteristics of Sanford Water
Supply: Nitrates. Three-tenths
of one percent per million. Acid-
ity six, point seven"....

(HE PICKS UP ANOTHER ONE)

"Available Labor Tool by Age group
...Twenty-one and over: male,
four thousand three hundred thirty
four; female, four thousand eight
hundred and thirty....

(HE PUTS THEM ON THE TABLE)

Only they're not available.

Everybody's working... Bud, you
know what I am? I'm a false
prophet.

(HE AND BUD TURN TOWARD THE DOOR
AS IT OPENS. IT'S FRED GELDER.
HE'S EXCITED AND EAGER. HE CLOSES
THE DOOR AND CROSSES TO CARL QUICKLY)

FRED:

Carl, thought I'd find you here.

Hello, Bud....

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(HE SHAKES HANDS FERVENTLY. MOVE IN
FOR THREE SHOT, WITH CARL BEWILDERED.
FRED LOOKS AROUND WITH SATISFACTION)

FRED: (Cont'd)

I see project disaster has folded
hasn't it?

CARL: (A VAIN ATTEMPT)

We could still use new industries --

FRED:

Sure you could. What town
couldn't? But now, with Burlington
in the picture, why sweat over it?
You've got better things to do!

(MOVE INTO CU OF FRED)

You can run for the Senate.....
Carl, you can. There's still time
and we need you. You're a good
man with a fine record, and the
voters know it! Change your mind
and run, Carl!

(DISSOLVE TO:)

(THE BROGGI LIVING ROOM. IT'S LATE
AFTERNOON. CARL AND MARGARET ARE
DISCUSSING FRED GELDER'S PROPOSITION.
CARL IS TRYING TO DECIDE)

CARL:

He said he'd drop by, Margaret.
Give me some time to decide.

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MARGARET:

Isn't it too late? Your name isn't
even on the ballot.

CARL:

It would have to be a write-in
campaign.

(HE GETS UP AND PACES. HIS ENERGY
IS IN SHARP CONTRAST TO THE LETHARGY
OF THE LAST SCENE)

It's tougher, but Fred thinks it
can work. Fred's a smart poli-
tician - he wouldn't suggest it
if he didn't think so.

MARGARET:

What do you think, Carl?

CARL:

I don't know. I'd hate to run
and lose - have it all for nothing.
Bud is all for it, he wanted me to
say 'yes' right off the bat. He'd
back me up in the Tribune. That's
important - it covers the entire
county.

MARGARET:

What happens to the Chamber of
Commerce? All those plans you've
worked on?

CARL:

What's the point of it now?

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(HE GOES OVER TO HER)

CARL: (Cont'd)

Margaret, I'm tired of arguing
all day and all night. All
year long it's been uphill.
Getting committees started.
Getting people to work when
they'd rather be off fishing!

MARGARET:

You enjoyed being a Senator,
didn't you, Carl?

CARL:

Sure I did. I got a feeling I was doing something that had value, I was accomplishing things. Maybe Fred was right, I thought more about Sanford and York County than I should have. But I did the best I could!...Margaret, I was a good Senator.

(MARGARET LOOKS AT HIM, THEN, SMILING, SHE GOES OVER TO HIM)

MARGARET:

Whatever you want to do,
Carl.

-65-

(CARL GIVES HER A HARD HUG WITH ONE
ARM)

CARL:

Fine! Then it's settled!...You
know I'll be working even harder
- not just because it's a write-
in campaign. But the Democrats
- they're strong this year.

(SOUND: THE DOORBELL)

(CARL IS CERTAIN IT'S FRED; HE GESTURES SO TO MARGARET. PUTTING HIS ARM AROUND HER, THEY HEAD FOR THE FRONT DOOR, CARL TALKING EBULLIENTLY ON THE WAY. THE CAMERA GOES WITH THEM)

We'll have to get with Bud, and Ed,
and start things fast. Map out
where I'll make speeches. There's
no trouble in Ogonquit or here in
Sanford and Springvale, but Bidde-
ford won't be easy...I can run on
my record. Like Fred says it's a
good one!

(THEY'RE AT THE DOOR)

One good thing, Margaret. Long
as it's a write-in, Broggi's an
easy name to spell!

(CARL OPENS THE DOOR. INSTEAD OF
FRED, IT IS RALPH SAWYER. HE'S TENSE

["-66-", "UNDER A STRAIN. CARL AND MARGARET\nSENSE IT IMMEDIATELY)", "CARL:", "Sawyer!", "(HE LOOKS PAST HIM, AS IF STILL\nAWAITING FRED)", "MARGARET:", "Come in.", "(RALPH NODS HIS THANKS, AND ENTERS.\nMARGARET, CLOSING THE DOOR, IS IN-\NTENT ON HIM)", "RALPH:", "Broggi, I want to apologize.", "There've been times these past\nmonths I -- I've said some very\nharsh things about you. I apol-\nogize. ... I've been walking for\nan hour, not knowing what to do.\nI walked over to the playground\n-- to the pool above the dam.", "CARL:", "What for?", "RALPH:", "Just sat there. Tried to think....", "(TO BOTH, AS IF IN APPEAL)", "You don't know how I argued,\nI argued myself hoarse."]

-67-

CARL:
With who?

SAWYER:

The people from Burlington.
(CARL AND MARGARET EXCHANGE A
GLANCE)

You can't blame them, they
have to go by the figures.

CARL:
Sawyer, what are you saying?
The Mills -- ?

SAWYER:

Closing. By the end of this
year they'll be shut down
completely.... You were right
all the time, Broggi, if it's
any satisfaction.

(CARL'S FACE MIRRORS THE SERIOUSNESS OF THE SITUATION: IT'S SAD AND UNHAPPY, AND YET GRIMLY DE-TERMINED)

CARL:
Satisfaction? No. I wish to
God I **had** been wrong.

FADE OUT

END OF ACT TWO

-68-

ACT THREE

FADE IN:

(LS OF JOHN'S OFFICE. WINTERTIME.
PEOPLE ARE DRESSED WARMLY. BUT NOW,
IN CONTRAST TO THE LAST TIME WE SAW
THE OFFICE, IT'S CROWDED. AT THE
DOOR, OPEN, A MAN IS LETTERING
"CHAMBER OF COMMERCE". THERE ARE
SEVERAL FILE CABINETS WHERE THE
BOOKCASES HAD BEEN. THERE ARE MORE
PHONES ON THE LONG TABLES, AND MORE
TYPEWRITERS. AND MORE PEOPLE: CARL,
BUD AND ED (AT THE RIGHT END, ALMOST
LIKE EDITORS); JOHN IS KIBITZING AT
THE DOOR; HARRY PENNYMAN, AT THE FAR
END OF THE TABLE IS ARGUING WITH
SARAH; MARGARET, IDLE AT ONE OF THE
TYPEWRITERS, HAS THE PAYMASTER AND
THE MAN NEAR HER. SEVERAL OTHER
MEN ARE AROUND. HOWEVER, EXCEPT FOR
CARL, BUD AND ED, ACTIVITY IS AIM-
LESS. THE THREE ARE IN A HUDDLE;
THE OTHERS SEEM TO BE WAITING, AS
IF ANXIOUS TO START, BUT NOT KNOWING
HOW)

SWAYZE: (V.O.)

Nineteen fifty-five ... After
eighty-seven years, the Sanford

-69-

SWAYZE: (V.O.) (Cont'd)

Textile Mills had closed. Almost four thousand out of work. A town one day throbbing with life, was now face-to-face with economic disaster... (AS HE FINISHES, CARL RAPS THE TABLE TO GET ATTENTION. GRADUALLY HE GETS IT, PEOPLE MOVING IN TOWARD THE TABLE) (MOVE CAMERA SLOWLY IN TOWARD THE TABLE, ALWAYS KEEPING CARL IN IT; THEN AROUND BEHIND CARL, SHOOTING DOWN THE TABLE)

SARAH::

Where do we begin, Mister Broggi?
We just don't know where to begin!

CARL:

Well, we've got the ammunition.
A lot of facts - all in the files.
Our population, available labor,
water power, cost of electricity,
taxes ...

PAYMASTER:

And now all that empty space!

ED:

We'll fill it!

HARRY:

A million and a half square feet.
Know how big my barber shop is -
less than three hundred. Just
losing those taxes alone!

-71-

HARRY:

(ALWAYS DOUBTFUL)

Those other towns have money
to spend! How much have we
got?

SARAH:

(TO HARRY)

Why don't you show a little
courage - we're not dead
yet!

HARRY:

Mighty close to it!

CARL:

Hold it! ... Now just -
let's think about it.

(HARRY, DISGUSTED, MOVES AWAY
FROM THE OTHERS AND WATCHES,
AS DETACHED AS HE CAN GET.
INTERCUT THE OTHERS AS THEY
MAKE ABORTIVE SUGGESTIONS)

ED:

The town for your business?

(HE SHAKES HIS HEAD, NOT LIKING IT)

-72-

PAYMASTER:

Do You Need Space?

BUD: (OS)

It's not exciting. No human interest.
(THE PAYMASTER HAS TO AGREE)

SARAH:
(LOOKING AT THE MAN BESIDE HER)

I saw an ad once.. It was

for houses: The Perfect Home for
You ...

CUT TO:

(LS OF GROUP. AS THEY WRESTLE WITH
IT, JOHN IS GETTING THE BEGINNING OF
AN IDEA OUT OF WHAT SARAH HAD SAID.
HE'S MOVING SLOWLY IN, TRYING TO GIVE
IT WORDS)

CARL:

It's got to wrap it all up. What
Sanford means ...

JOHN: (GROPING)

Carl ...

ED:

It means a lot, but ... (SHRUGS)
A slogan ...

JOHN:

Carl ... What she said ...

(HE LOOKS AT SARAH)

Before - what you said?

-73-

(JOHN'S INTENSITY DRAWS THE OTHERS, EVEN HARRY)

SARAH:

What I said? ... Courage?

(JOHN GESTURES IT AWAY. HE INDICATES HARRY)

JOHN:

You and him ... We're not dead?

(BUD LOOKS AT SARAH, GROPING FOR IT. THE FEELING OF HAVING HIT ON IT GROWS IN EVERYONE)

BUD:

We're not dead yet?

PAYMASTER:

Our town won't die.

CARL:

Refuse. Sarah said refuse.

(BUD GRABS FOR A PIECE OF PAPER)

Sanford refuses to die!

JOHN: (NODDING VIGOROUSLY)

Yes ... Yes!

ED: (OVERLAPPING)

Something like that!

(THE MUSIC COVERS THEIR VOICES AS THEY CROWD IN AROUND BUD, WHO'S WRITING)

DISSOLVE TO:

(ZOOM IN ON THE SANFORD POSTER: WE REFUSE TO DIE! 15,000 PEOPLE FIGHT BACK!)

-74-

(MONTAGE OVER IT:)

SWAYZE: (VO)

15,000 people. A whole town.
Now the year of preparation
began to blossom.

'FACTS ON SANFORD' BOOKLET;

MAILING PIECE: 'PLANNING A MOVE?'

FOUR-FOLD HEADED: 'AIRPLANE VIEW
OF A STRATEGIC INDUSTRIAL PLANT-
LOCATION.'

SWAYZE: (VO) (Cont'd)

The facts gathered during long
hours were put together.

Booklets, brochures, pamphlets.

STATE EMPLOYMENT BROCHURE ON

'SANFORD LABOR POOL: APTITUDES
AND SKILLS.'

THREE-FOLD: 'FOR SALE OR LEASE'.

SANFORD CHAMBER OF COMMERCE.)

(DISSOLVE TO:)

(LS OF JOHN'S OFFICE, WITH ORDERLY,

SWAYZE: (Cont'd)

(VO)

All part of an all-out campaign
to bring new blood to a dying
community. People who refused
to give up.

-75-

BUT BUSY ACTIVITY. PAN AND MOVE
IN ON ONE OF THE "REFUSE TO DIE"
ADS PINNED ON A WALL. GO TO ECU
ON LINE AT BOTTOM: "PEOPLE OF
SANFORD, MAINE")

(DISSOLVE TO:)

(THE BROGGI DINING ROOM. CARL,
HIS COLLAR AND TIE LOOSENED, IS
HAVING A CUP OF COFFEE WITH
MARGARET. HALL AND DOORWAY IS
VISIBLE)

MARGARET:

Nothing yet?

CARL:

(SHAKES HIS HEAD)

We've sent out a thousand
mailing pieces. Took ads.

MARGARET:

What about that manufacturer
you talked to last week in
Albany. Wasn't he signed
just about?

(CARL TAKES A SIP OF HIS COFFEE)

-77-

CARL:

A good one?

(CAMERA MOVES INTO THREESHOT.)

BUD:

That chemical firm down in Boston.

Remember? A man named Snyder?

..He called up again. He wants
to see us this week.

CARL:

This week? What's the matter with
tomorrow? Or today!

(CUT TO:)

(CARL AS HE CROSSES TO THE TELEPHONE,
IN THE ANGLE BETWEEN THE DINING AND
LIVING ROOMS. HE TALKS AS HE GOES.)

CARL:

It's only forty-five minutes by
plane - Margaret, look up the next
flight!

(TO BUD, O.S.)

We can get a room at the Copley-Plaza!

(HE PICKS UP THE PHONE)

Operator, I want long distance...

(TO BUD) What's his number?

DISSOLVE_TO:__

(THE HOTEL ROOM. A BUSINESS SUITE, WITH
CHAIRS AND A TABLE, NO BED. OPEN CU ON
ED, NEATLY DRESSED, ON PHONE, NODDING

-79-

CARL:
We've got all the facts.

ED: (TO BUD)

We know 'em in our sleep.

CARL:
We'll just do the best we can.

BUD: (SWALLOWS HARD)

Sure.

(SOUND: A KNOCK ON THE DOOR.)

(THEY ALL LOOK. BUD PULLS AT HIS
COLLAR. ALL OF THEM LOOK AT EACH
OTHER, READY FOR THE PLUNGE. CARL
GOES TO THE DOOR. IT OPENS TOWARD
THE CAMERA SIDE, CONCEALING WHOEVER
IS THERE. CARL STARTS TO REACH OUT
HIS HAND.)

CARL:
Come in, Mister Snyder.

DISSOLVE_TO:

(CUT TO SNYDER, A BULKY, ALMOST FAT,
NICE GUY. BUT HE'S REALLY INTENT ON
THIS. HE WEARS HIS COAT NOW. HE HAS
A HABIT OF TAPPING HIS TEETH WITH
HIS GOLD PENCIL. AS HE TALKS WIDEN
ANGLE TO INCLUDE BUD AT EASEL. BUD
HAS HIS COAT OFF. THE EASEL IS ON A
PICTURE OF THE MILLS AND THE LETTERING:
UP TO 1-1/2 MILLION SQUARE FEET! AIRY,
MODERN, AVAILABLE!)

-JO-

SNYDER:

Now you understand me, Mister
Broggi. Space is no problem, space
you've got plenty. And I like
Sanford - believe me, a nice town...
But -- these men. All the experience
they have is textiles. I'm in chemicals.

BUD:

Mister Snyder.

(BUD FUMBLES WITH THE SHAKY EASEL. HE
FLIPS TO A CARD WITH A PICTURE OF MEN
WORKING GLASS OVER A BUNSEN BURNER.

THE LEGEND: VOCATIONAL TRAINING
SPECIAL COURSES IN ELECTRICITY, WELD-
ING, ELECTRONICS, MACHINE SHOP --)

There are training courses being
given now under the department
of education.

(ED, HIS COAT ON, LEANS IN ON SCREEN)

ED:

You wouldn't be in operation for at
least two months. We could start a
chemical course as soon as you decide.
The men would be trained ahead of time.

BUD:

We had the State Employment office
run an aptitude test. Our people
can fit themselves to your jobs.
There's a high percentile of ed-
ucation - that's important!

-31-

DISSOLVE TO:

(TWO SHOT OF CARL, WITH COAT OFF, AND
SNYDER. SNYDER'S COLLAR IS OPEN.
HE'S DOODLING ON A SCRATCH PAD.)

CARL:

Everything you need - water.

Electricity - plenty. There's

24-hour police and fire protection--

(SNYDER TAPS HIS TEETH)

SNYDER:

Water, yes ... Wait!

(BUT ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS TAKE OFF
HIS COAT.)

QUICK DISSOLVE TO:

(TIGHT TWO SHOT OF BUD AND SNYDER.
BUD HAS HIS TIE OFF AND HIS SLEEVES
ROLLED UP. THEY ARE CLOSE TO THE
EASEL.)

BUD:

Disposal of wastes is important to
you. In the chemical business -
you have a lot of wastes. Our
sewerage facilities are good. The
rates are minimum. Over thirty
thousand cubic feet is only ten
dollars per quarter.

(CUT TO:)

(CU OF CARL. HE'S TALKING EARNESTLY,
BUT NOT FAST.)

-82-

CARL:

We've been a one-industry town,
Mr. Snyder. But we don't intend
to say that way. We want diversi-
fication -- we've got the land,
we've got the facilities, we've
got the know-how and we've got
the people!

(CUT TO:)

(ECU OF SNYDER, TAPPING HIS TEETH)

SNYDER:

I don't know. How responsible are
your people? Got to have responsi-
ble help.

(CUT TO:)

(TWO SHOT OF SNYDER AND ED)

ED:

We've been responsible for ninety
years! And skilled people! There's
a tradition of responsibility!

SNYDER:

Yes, okay. But wage scale - yours
is high. Not like down South.

(CUT TO:)

(ECU OF CARL)

CARL:

You _can_ get cheap labor down South!
But is that the whole answer?

(DISSOLVE TO:)

-33-

(LS OF THE ROOM. THE ASH TRAYS ARE FULL, THE AIR IS SMOKEY. ALL HAVE THEIR SLEEVES ROLLED UP. THERE ARE PAPERS SCATTERED ON TABLE AND FLOOR, SOME CRUMPLED. IT'S THE END OF A LONG SESSION. CARL, BUD, AND ED ARE WATCHING SNYDER, WHO'S BUSY FIGURING ON A SCRATCH PAD. THEY'RE TENSE, WAITING FOR HIS DECISION. SNYDER SITS BACK, THINKING.)

SNYDER:

I'll tell you what I don't like. These taxes. I got an offer down South I don't mind telling you. In Georgia. They said I wouldn't have to pay any taxes. - no taxes at all on my plant. Why can't I get the same deal from you?

CARL:

We can't...

(HE PUTS HIS POINT ACROSS QUIETLY, BUT WITH DEEP SINCERITY.)

We don't think you want it either.

Not in the long run.

SNYDER:

Long or short, what difference?

CARL:

A lot...What are taxes for? They

-34-

CARL: (Cont'd)

pay for streets and lighting.

Police, fire... They pay for schools
and libraries and garbage collection
and new paint on the town hall...

They make a town, Mister Snyder.

Not just a collection of houses where
a lot of people live who don't give
a hang about each other, They make
a town that's neighborly and solid.

- and proud of itself. Proud of it-
self and proud of the work it can turn
out for you!

(SNYDER SITS BACK, MULLING IT OVER, TAP-
PING HIS TEETH. THE TENSION IS ALMOST
UNBEARABLE.)

SNYDER: (FINALLY)

It's a deal. My plant goes to
Sanford.

(THE SHAKY EASEL CRASHES TO THE FLOOR.
BUD, GRABBING FOR IT, ALMOST GOES
DOWN. THE RELEASE FROM TENSION STARTS
EVERYONE LAUGHING AND SHAKING HANDS.)

(SUPER OVER: MONTAGE OF TRIBUNE HEAD-
LINES:)

(DISSOLVE TO:)

(LS, JOHN PAPAS' OFFICE. KEEP AS
BACKGROUND FOR MONTAGE, WITH PEOPLE
BUSY.)

-85-

WASCO CHEMICAL MOVES TO SANFORD!

SWAYZE: (VO)

SANFORD NEW HOME OF SEAMLOC!

Two new companies ...

SANFORD DRESSES!

Three ... Four ...

COMPRON INCORPORATED!

Five ...

COLONIAL AIRCRAFT!

Bu this week, the last week of
November, 1955, Sanford, Maine ..

EXTRA! SANFORD LANDS NORTH STAR!

has become the new home of ten industries

...Of those thrown out of employ-
ment, more than twenty-five hundred
are back at work!

(DISSOLVE TO:)

(FILM: STOCK SHOT OF THE STEEPLE OF
A WHITE FRAME CHURCH. IT'S SNOWING.
THE CHURCHBELL IS RINGING. START
PANNING DOWN SLOWLY.)

(DISSOLVE TO:)

(LS OF CHURCH ENTRANCE, SHOWING STEPS.
IN BACKGROUND THE BIG FRONT DOOR IS
OPEN. THERE'S A LIGHT SNOW AS PEOPLE
DRIFT IN. MOVE IN SLOWLY. THE CHURCH

-86-

BELL AND THE LONG SHOT COVER THE
FIRST FEW LINES)

(JOHN PAPAS SAYS 'HELLO' TO SARAH AND
GOES INTO THE CHURCH. BUD STOPS TO
TALK TO SNYDER AND GO ON IN. MARGARET
AND CARL COME IN WITH JUDY; THEY TALK
TO ED. BUD BECKONS ED FROM THE VESTRY;
HE GOES IN. SARAH STOPS TO SPEAK TO
MARGARET. THE BELL STOPS RINGING)

SARAH:

Yes, it was cold - and that was
the night my furnace decided to
act up.

MARGARET:

That's always the way.

SARAH:

Margaret, I know Thanksgiving is
a busy day, but are you going to
be home tonight? I'd like to talk
to you about the library book fund.

MARGARET:

We'll be home. Anytime, Sarah.
(JUDY HAS SEEN SOMEBODY OFF SCREEN.
AT FIRST SHE'S NOT QUITE SURE WHO
IT IS)

SNYDER: (TO CARL)

You know what, Carl? You know how

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SNYDER: (Cont'd)

good business is? I need more help --
(HARRY PENNYMAN, COMING BY, PAUSES)

-- a hundred more men I'll need. I
called the employment office yesterday.

HARRY:
Best place in the world for a grow-
ing business! Right, Carl?
(HE GOES ON IN. CARL SMILES, REMEMBERING
HOW HARRY HAD DRAGGED HIS FEET)

SNYDER:
Coming in?
(CARL NODS. SNYDER DOESN'T WAIT. CARL
IS ABOUT TO MOVE MARGARET IN WHEN JUDY
TUGS HER SLEEVE)

JUDY: (EAGERLY)
Mom.
(THEY FOLLOW HER GAZE. WARM RECOGNITION COMES OVER THEIR FACES)

SARAH: (VERY PLEASED)

Well!

JUDY: (TO JEFF OS)

Hi!
(JEFF COMES ON SCREEN AS JUDY GOES
DOWN A STEP TO MEET HIM)

JEFF:
Hi, Judy.
(THEY STAND THERE, CONVEYING THEIR
DELIGHT IN SEEING EACH OTHER BY THEIR

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(KEEP BELLS BEHIND)

SWAYZE: (VO)

Just five days ago - November 24th
- was Thanksgiving Day. On that day
a special prayer was given in the
Sanford churches.

(TAKE BELLS OUT)

(CUT TO:)

(FILM: STOCK SHOT OF MINISTER IN PULPIT)

SWAYZE: (VO)

The same prayer spoken by each
Minister before each congrega-
tion: (QUOTING) "This year be-
gan for our town in darkness.
Our mills were closed. Many
were out of work, without em-
ployment, without a future."

(DISSOLVE TO:)

(THE CAST IN THEIR PEWS, LOOKING
UP TOWARD CAMERA AS IF TOWARD THE
PULPIT. PAN OVER THEM SLOWLY)

SWAYZE: (VO)

"Now on this Thanksgiving Day
the darkness has lifted and we
look forward to the future with
renewed faith."

(PICK UP ELLEN AND GEORGE, THEN JEFF.
THEN JUDY. THEN MARGARET AND CARL)