IN FRONT OF STORE
SHE HAS JUST COME OUT
FROM RETURNING GIFTS

LOOKS IN HER PURSE
AND TAKES OUT TWO BILLS

LOOKS AT THE NEWSSTAND

GOES OVER.. PICKS UP A
PAPER AND HANDS HIM A
BILL

GIVES HER SOME CHANGE
ONLY SILVER.. SHE STARTS
WALKING AWAY.. AND STOPS

SHE GOES BACK TO THE STAND

JEAN:

(AFTER MONO) Now I've got to catch a bus...

Oh, my goodness, I have no change.. all
I have is a five dollar bill and a ten
dollar bill.

I'll get change by buying a paper...
I hope you don't mind changing this.

MAN:

Of course not lady..

JEAN:

He made a mistake.. he only gave me 95
cents.. and I gave him a five dollar bill

Where's my four dollars?

MAN:

What four dollars?

JEAN:

When I bought that paper just now I gave
you a five dollar bill - and you only gave
me 95 cents change..

MAN:

Look lady, you gave me a one dollar bill.

-1-

**JEAN:**

Mister - that was a five - believe me.. you don't think a woman would stoop to to lying for four dollars do you?

**MAN:**

Lady, how can you ask such a dumb question of a married man?

**JEAN:**

Now look.. I gave you a five dollar bill.

STARTS YELLING

HE STOPS HER

**MAN:**

Alright lady.. I take your word for it..

HANDS HER BACK THE MONEY
SHE STARTS WALKING
AWAY.. PUTS THE MONEY
IN HER PURSE

Here.

**JEAN:**

Thank you. Oh, no..

SHE TURNS AROUND AND
GOES BACK TO THE STAND

**MAN:**

Now what?

**JEAN:**

That wasn't a five dollar bill I gave you.

**MAN:**

I thought so.

**JEAN:**

It was a ten dollar bill.

-2-

MAN:

WHAT!!!

JEAN:

You see.. when I was standing there
waiting for a bus.. I looked and found I
didn't have any change for bus fare...
all I had was a five dollar bill and a
ten dollar bill.. so I figured I'd
buy a paper from you.. and get change..
so I gave you the ten dollar bill thinking
it was the five dollar bill and you
thought it was a one dollar bill.. do you
understand?

MAN:

I sure do lady, now beat it before I call
a cop..

JEAN:

What do you mean you'll call a cop?
Mister have you got a ten dollar bill
back there?

MAN:

I've got four of them.

JEAN:

Well, one of them is mine.

-3-

**MAN:**

Look lady, this is the oldest gag in the
world.. now why don't you go away before
I call the cop.

**JEAN:**

YOU'll call a cop... I'll save you the
trouble.. Officer.. officer.

COP COMES OVER

**COP:**

What's the trouble lady?

**JEAN:**

I bought a five cent paper from this man
with a ten dollar bill.. and I got
shortchanged.

CUTTING IN FIRMLY
ANNOUNCING

**MAN:**

She never gave me a ten dollar bill.

THE COP TAKES THIS IN
THEN TURNS TO JEAN

**COP:**

Lady can you identify the bill?

**JEAN:**

I sure can - I got it from my husband this
morning and I noticed there was a ketchup
stain on Alexander Hamilton's head.

-4-

LOOKS THEM OVER.. STOPS
AT JEAN'S BILL HANDS IT
BACK TO HER

WALKS AWAY, THEN
SHE STOPS AGAIN

SHE WALKS BACK TO THE
STAND

SHE DUMPS THE MONEY AND
THE NEWSPAPER ON THE
STAND

HE HANDS HER THE TEN
AND FIVE

**COP:**

I see.. let's take a look at your tens..
Looks like you made a mistake, watch it
Mack -

**JEAN:**

Thank you officer.. Hmph.. Wait a minute..
Now I've got too much money. Mister.

**MAN:**

Lady, don't tell me. It was a twenty
dollar bill.

**JEAN:**

No.. somewhere I made a mistake.. now
I've got too much money.

**MAN:**

Lady, you got me confused enough already,
why don't you leave me alone?

**JEAN:**

No, it's not fair.. we've got to clear
this up... I know what.. we'll start all
over again.. I'll give you all my money and
the newspaper
And now you give me the five dollar bill
and the ten dollar bill.

**MAN:**

Okay Lady..

-5-

**JEAN:**

Now I come over to you and I say please
give me a copy of the New York Times -
now what do you say?

HE'S PRACTICALLY IN
TEARS PULLS FLAP DOWN

**MAN:**

I say buy your papers elsewhere, lady..
I'm closed for the day.

JEAN GOES BACK
TO WAITING IN FRONT
OF THE STORE DOORWAY

So.. the bus driver'll change it for me..

A WOMAN WITH A BABY
CARRIAGE COMES ALONG
PARKS IT RIGHT NEAR
JEAN

**FIRST MOTHER:**

Miss, would you do me a favor?

**JEAN:**

Well, I don't know - you see..

**FIRST MOTHER:**

I have to go in and exchange something..
would you mind watching the baby?

**JEAN:**

But you see.. I'm waiting for a bus.

**FIRST MOTHER:**

I'll only be a minute.. Please.

THE WOMAN GOES INTO STORE
JEAN STANDS BY THE BABY
CARRIAGE, JEAN COMES
AROUND AND LOOKS AT
THE INFANT.

**JEAN:**

Oh, Alright... but hurry.

(MORE)

-6-

SHE BENDS DOWN (BLUBBERS)

SHE COMES UP WIPING EYE...
AS THO INFANT SPIT IN IT...

SHE TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS
INTO THE DOOR FOR THE WOMAN
...ANOTHER WOMAN MEANWHILE
COMES ALONG WITH A BABY
CARRIAGE...PARKS IT NEAR
JEAN ALONGSIDE OF JEAN'S...
THEN THE WOMAN GOES INTO THE
STORE...AFTER THIS JEAN TURNS
AROUND AND GOES TO THE WRONG
CARRIAGE...SHE LOOKS IN

SHE GOES BACK AND LOOKS
THROUGH THE WINDOW AGAIN...
THE SECOND MOTHER COMES OUT
AND WHEELS AWAY THE WRONG
CARRIAGE...JEAN LOOKS AT HER
WATCH

SHE GOES INTO THE STORE...
A SECOND OR TWO LATER THE
FIRST MOTHER COMES OUT...
SEES THE CARRIAGE ALONE.

SHE WHEELS THE CARRIAGE OFF
IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION...
A MOMENT LATER JEAN COMES OUT
OF THE STORE...

SEES CARRIAGE GONE...

THE COP COMES RUNNING OVER

**JEAN:**

My what a cute little baby...

Brrrr yourself...ah...

The kid's going to grow up to be a
trumpet player...

I'm going to be so late...I wish
that woman would hurry up...I wonder
where she is...

(BLUBBERS) Ah...the baby fell
asleep...isn't that cute...where is
this child's mother?

Oh, this is ridiculous...I better
go in and get her...

**FIRST MOTHER:**

Well, imagine that woman leaving...
well, there are some women who can't
be trusted with children...

**JEAN:**

Well, I don't see her inside
(SCREAM) somebody stole the baby...
Officer! Officer!

**COP:**

What's the matter now?

-7-

JEAN:

Officer, somebody kidnapped the baby...

COP:

What baby?

JEAN:

The baby that was right here in the carriage.

COP:

What carriage?

JEAN:

Officer, this is no time to ask foolish questions.

COP:

What's the baby's name?

OPENS NOTEBOOK...

JEAN:

I don't know.

COP:

A boy or a girl?

JEAN:

I don't know...I couldn't tell.

COP:

How old was the baby?

CLOSES NOTEBOOK...

-8-

JEAN:

I don't know.

COP:

Was it old enough to talk?

(BLUBBERS)

JEAN:

No, all it could say was Brr...

COP:

WIPING HIS EYE...

Lady, go home and sober up before I
run you in.

JEAN:

But officer, I tell you...

2ND MOTHER:

Officer, this is not my baby. Somebody
has my baby.

COP:

INDICATES JEAN

You too! Somebody stole her baby.

JEAN:

It wasn't my baby.

COP:

What!!!

2ND MOTHER:

Then whose baby is this?

1ST MOTHER:

WHEELING IN...

That's my baby.

-9-

(SPOT WITH MORT)

THE SCENE IS JEAN'S HOME...
SHE IS JUST COMING IN...
TAKES HER COAT OFF... HAS A
SHOPPING BAG... SPEAKS TO
CAMERA...

JEAN:

Well, I finally got home. I thought
I'd never make it. At least the
bus-driver was nice about changing the
five dollar bill.

Although I don't know what I'm going to
do with ninety-eight nickels.

OPENS HER PURSE AND A LOT
OF COINS POUR OUT ON TABLE

THEN SHE LOOKS AT HER
WRISTWATCH...

SHE PUTS ON APRON...

Well, I better start making dinner...

Now let's see what I can fix up for
Herbie's dinner... I'll open a can of
tomato soup... Then I'll fix up some
frozen shrimps... then I'll get some
dehydrated spinach... and then I'll make
some Instant Coffee... and for dessert
I'll send down to the drug store for
some ice cream... It's a lot of trouble
but after all when a man works hard all
day he's entitled to a good home-cooked
meal...

PUTS A FEW THINGS OUT

SHE STARTS OPENING A CAN...

(KNOCK ON THE DOOR)

Just a minute...

GOES TO DOOR AND ADMITS MORT...

HE'S IN AN APRON

Oh, hello Stanley...

-11-

HE COMES IN FURTIVELY

**MORT:**

Hello Mrs. Carroll, I'm terribly sorry
to bother you but Florence sent me in
to borrow a cup of flour. I'm making
a strawberry shortcake.

**JEAN:**

Oh...is that why you're wearing an
apron?

**MORT:**

Oh, no, I've been cleaning the
apartment.

**JEAN:**

Where's your wife?

**MORT:**

She's been playing Canasta all day--
and she just hates to come home to a
dirty house.

**JEAN:**

Well, I'll get you the flour.

SHE STARTS BACK FOR THE
DINETTE...

**MORT:**

Mrs. Carroll...do you mind if I use
your phone?

LOOKS AT THE DOOR...
MEANINGFULLY...

You see...I want to call somebody and
I don't want Florence to know about it.

-12-

HE GOES TO PHONE...CAMERA
FOLLOWS JEAN BACK INTO
KITCHEN WHERE SHE PUTS A LOT
OF FLOUR IN A GLASS BOWL...
WHILE HE DIALS THE PHONE..
SHE TALKS TO CAMERA...

SHE LOOKS AT HIM...

HE FINISHES DIALING...
LOOKS AROUND HIM IN WARY
MANNER...

JEAN:

Sure go right ahead...

As you probably gathered Stanley is a
henpecked husband--and you should see
that hen--200 pounds. Stanley wasn't
the only one--there were two other
fellows after her--Barnum and Bailey.
They're a very unusual couple...I think
he's from out of town and she's from
outer space.

I knew that their marriage would be in
trouble as soon as they moved in. I
saw *her* carry *him* across the threshold.
I could be wrong...for all I know...he
may be very happy with her...

MORT:

(TIMID) Hello Mother. Stanley.
Mother you were right--it's not working
out. She's constantly criticizing the
way I cook and clean the house--
doesn't she think a man has any pride
at all?

The other night, for dinner I fixed a
pot roast. She said she didn't like it
at all.

(MORE)

-13-

MORT: (CONT)

And then what do you think she did--she
threw it at me--of course it did--
right in the kisser!

Now mother, there's no point in your
crying...now please stop it before you
start me off...I'll call you tomorrow,
mother.

(HANGS UP)

-14-

JEAN PRETENDS SHE DIDN'T
HEAR THE PHONE TALK...SHE
COMES INTO THE LIVING
ROOM WITH BOWL OF FLOUR

**JEAN:**
Here's the flour, Stanley.

**MORT:**
Oh, thank you.

**JEAN:**
You look a little upset, Stanley--
anything wrong?

**MORT:**
Well...it's about me and my wife...

JEAN HOLDS UP HER HAND
AS THO TO HALT HIM

**JEAN:**
Hold it Stan...What goes on between you
and your wife is your own private affair...
and I'm not the kind of woman who meddles
in the private lives of my neighbors...

**MORT:**
Then I won't tell you.

**JEAN:**
What's the matter--don't you trust me?

**MORT:**
Well...I don't know if you've ever
noticed it, Mrs. Carroll--but my wife
dominates me.

**JEAN:**

Really?

-15-

**MORT:**

And if she doesn't get her way she gets so
moody--she pouts and sulks, and breaks
furniture.

**JEAN:**

Well, a lot of women break furniture
when they get mad.

**MORT:**

With a flick of their finger?...Oh, Mrs.
Carroll, I tell you I'm so depressed, so
miserable and so unhappy.

**JEAN:**

Stanley, why don't you just tell her off?

**MORT:**

I don't dare--I enjoy living too much.

**JEAN:**

Stanley, can I give you some friendly
advice?

**MORT:**

I wish you would.

**JEAN:**

Well, first of all you don't understand
women--they like to be dominated by their
husbands. They like a man who is strong
and asserts himself.

-16-

**MORT:**

Oh, I wouldn't know how to begin.

**JEAN:**

It's very simple. Just pretend that I'm
your wife, and you've just come home for
dinner. Come in demanding... say the things
you've always wanted to say--don't be
afraid--and I'll show you just how your
wife would react.

**MORT:**

Alright... I'll try....

I'm home Florence... and I want dinner
right... now... and none of your lip... do
you understand (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) this
is fun.

**JEAN:**

(ASSUMED VOICE) Stanley, you never spoke
to me this way before.

**MORT:**

Well, this is how it's going to be from
now on... I'm the man in this house see and
I'm going to run things my way... see...

**JEAN:**

Oh, Stanley, you're so masculine.

**MORT:**

I know (GIGGLES AGAIN)
-17-

HE WALKS AWAY FROM THE
TABLE... COMES BACK...
RATTLES CHAIR AS HE
SITS DOWN...

WALKS SWAGGERINGLY

JEAN:

So domineering...

MORT:

You said it....

SWAGGERS EVEN MORE

JEAN:

So fascinating and brutal.

MORT:

That's the word...You're looking at the
new Stanley Globberman...around this house
I'm the boss and you Florence you're a
big fat nothing!

MORT REACTS TO THE RING
AS THO STUNG...HE GOES INTO
A HYSTERICAL FIT OF FRIGHT

(PHONE RING)

MORT: (ALL FEAR)

It's Florence..I know it...she heard
every word I said..what'll I do?...she'll
kill me...you gotta hide me...please..

JEAN:

SHE PICKS IT UP...

Oh, Stanley, it's just the phone...

Hello..oh, hello, mother...I'm busy right

SHE HANGS UP

now..I'll call you back...

Stanley,...you were perfect...

MORT:

I was...

-18-

JEAN:

Yes...you were absolutely masterful..
brutal..manly...

STARTS TO SWELL AND
SWAGGER AGAIN...

MORT:

Gee!!

JEAN:

Now go in there and talk that way to your
wife...and you'll see that it'll change
everything...

HE PICKS UP THE BOWL OF
FLOUR...

HE STRIDES DRAMATICALLY
TO THE DOOR AS ---

MORT:

Okay...here I go....

(ORCHESTRA: ...TREADOR SONG FROM CARMEN
PLAYS TILL THE DOOR CLOSES AND THE MUSIC
GOES OUT ON THAT CUE)

JEAN:

You see, all he needed was little
friendly advice -- and he's a changed man.

SHE OPENS IT...AND HE IS
STANDING THERE WITH FLOUR
ALL OVER HIS HEAD AND
SHOULDERS...HE GLARES AT JEAN

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

JEAN:

Stanley!

MORT:

Mrs. Carroll..in the future will you
please not meddle in the affairs of your
neighbors..Good Day!

GOES OUT SLAMMING THE DOOR

-19-

ALAN GETS UNCOMFORTABLE

**ALAN:**
Love? ... Well, ... er... love is ... er...
you see... love (YELLS) Jeannie!

**ROBIN:**
Mommy's doing the dishes.

**ALAN:**
Oh. Well, Robin, love is when a fellow meets a girl and they like each other's company and they have interests in common ... and ... er ... well ... that's love ...

SHE GOES BACK TO READING

**ROBIN:**
Oh. Thanks, Daddy.

**ALAN:**
You're welcome, dear (DEEP SIGH OF RELIEF)

SHE COMES BACK

**ROBIN:**
Daddy.

**ALAN:**
Yes, dear.

**ROBIN:**
I think I'm in love.

HE LOWERS THE PAPER
SLOWLY AND LOOKS STRAIGHT
AHEAD POPEYED....

**ALAN:**
What's the boy's name?

**ROBIN:**
Mugsy.

-22-

**ALAN:**

What's his real name?

**ROBIN:**

I don't know. All we ever call him is
Mugsy.

**ALAN:**

Well, what do they call him in school?

**ROBIN:**

STUPID....He's not really...they just
tease him.. He's nice.

**ALAN:**

I guess you hold hands on the way home
from school, huh?

**ROBIN:**

Oh, no -- that's kid stuff.

**ALAN:**

Tell me Robin, has Mugsy ever kissed you?

**ROBIN:**

Oh, no!

**ALAN:**

That's good.

**ROBIN:**

But I kissed him once or twice.

-23-

**ALAN:**

Robin, you should concentrate on your homework.

**ROBIN:**

Oh, it doesn't interfere with my homework.

**ALAN:**

All the same...

**ROBIN:**

Daddy, when will I be old enough to get married?

**ALAN:**

Not for a while yet...Excuse me Robin...

I want to speak to your mother...

PUTS HIS PAPER DOWN... GETS UP AND HEADS FOR KITCHEN

-24-

**ALAN:** (CONT)

then she tells me she's got a boyfriend
named Mugsy she thinks she's in love
with ... and now she wants to know if
she's old enough to get married.

**JEAN:**

Is that what got you all upset?

**ALAN:**

Well, isn't that enough?

**JEAN:**

Herbie, don't be silly. All little girls
goes through that stage. It's puppy
love.

**ALAN:**

When do they outgrow this puppy love?

**JEAN:**

When they get married and lead a dog's
life.

**ALAN:**

Well, I don't like the idea of her
kissing boys at the age of 10. Don't
you think there's something wrong in
that?

PUTTING ON LIPSTICK -

-26-

**JEAN:**

Maybe you're right, Herbie. I started
when I was eight.

**ALAN:**

I don't know why you're taking this so
lightly.

**JEAN:**

Herbie... I'm going to a meeting tonight.
But first thing tomorrow I'll call up
Mugsy's mother and find out what his
intentions are.

**ALAN:**

Look, you can joke but from now on I'm
going to have to watch Robin more
carefully.

**JEAN:**

Don't worry about her ... she's a fine
little girl.

**ALAN:**

Sure, and I want her to stay that way.
I don't want her running wild.

**JEAN:**

Yes dear.

-27-

PUTTING ON HER HAT -

**ALAN:**

You know it's different than it was when
we were children... kids today mature
faster and get into trouble.

**JEAN:**

Yes dear.

**ALAN:**

You see things like this in the movies
every day.

**JEAN:**

What are you doing in the movies every
day?

**ALAN:**

It starts out innocent enough.. kissing
boys ... first thing you know she takes
up with the wrong crowd..and she's living
in a penthouse..wearing fancy clothes..
mink coats..diamonds..is that what you
want to happen to Robin?

**JEAN:**

, Of course not --- it should happen to
me .... Herbie stop being silly -- I
was the same way at her age.

-28-

HE HELPS HER WITH COAT-

**JEAN:**

I had crushes on different boys up until I was twenty years old. I had four or five dates a week. And every new fellow that took me dancing looked cuter than the last one.

**ALAN:**

You were really a crazy kid.

**JEAN:**

You're not kidding. I gave it all up to marry you.

**ALAN:**

Is that so?

SHE'S READY TO GO. HAS HER COAT ON...KISSES HIM

**JEAN:**

I'm only teasing you honey. You were the cutest of them all.

**ALAN:**

Don't change the subject. I'm still pretty worried about Robin.

**JEAN:**

So am I ... don't let her and Mugsy elope until I get home ... bye dear.

SHE EXITS

-29-

ALAN:

She can joke about it. But it's no
laughing matter bringing up a daughter
these days.

HE PACES BACK AND FORTH
IN FRONT OF THE COUCH AS
HE DOES THESE LINES...
HE THEN SITS DOWN ON THE
COUCH.

It's enough to make any father lose
sleep...(YAWNS) ... Boy, what a dinner
.... (SNORES A COUPLE OF TIMES)

FALLS OVER AND ASLEEP

DREAM MUSIC...

CLOUD EFFECT IN FRONT OF
ALAN'S SLEEPING FACE...
(A CLOSEUP).....

ALAN'S VOICE RECORDED

Imagine... my little Robin talking about
boys ... in love already ... she's only
ten years old ... and she's talking that
way ... Gee ... what's she going to be
like in 10 years ... she's got to grow
up wild ... my little Robin ... a wild
girl...wild...wild

HIS FACE FADES AND IS
REPLACED BY CALENDER
PAGES.... EACH ONE
HEADED BY DIFFERENT
YEAR.....1954...1955...
1956...1957...1958...
1959...1960...1961...1962
......

ALAN ROUSES HIMSELF FROM
THE COUCH...HE LOOKS AT THE
ALARM CLOCK ON TABLE

ALAN:

Four in the morning and Robin is still
not home....

-30-

THE DOOR BURSTS OPEN AND
JEAN DRESSED IN SAME KIND OF
DRESS COMES IN... SHE IS
ACCOMPANIED BY A FELLOW DRESSED
IN MOTORCYCLE OUTFIT GOGGLES..
HELMET..BOOTS

TO ALAN WHO GAPES..THE
FELLOW PULLS JEAN AROUND
AND GIVES HER A BIG KISS

JEAN:

Hiya Daddy....

Goodnight Johnny!

PULLS HIS GOGGLES OFF..

MUGSY:

I'm not Johnny -- I'm Mugsy...

SHE KISSES HIM

JEAN:

Oh. Goodnight, Mugsy.

ALAN:

Robin stop that!

JEAN:

Oh, by the way Daddy --- do you know
Mugsy.

ALAN:

I thought I told you to stop seeing him
ten years ago.

MUGSY:

By the way Mr. Carroll -- your daughter's
the best little smoocher in town.....

ALAN:

(SHOCKED) Robin, did you hear that?

-31-

**JEAN:**

Yes...(TO MUGSY) Thank you Mugsy!

**MUGSY:**

Hey baby, it's early yet, what do you say
we run down to Maryland and get married
-- on my motorcycle it'll take us two
hours -- it's only four hundred miles
away.

**JEAN:**

Sounds like fun!

**ALAN:**

Robin, I forbid you to go --

**JEAN:**

Come on pops, don't be a bringdown--
I'm seventeen -- all the girls of my
crowd have been married five times
already!

**ALAN:**

Do you have a job Mugsy? Do you work for
a living?

**MUGSY:**

What are you kiddinging me or something?

**ALAN:**

Robin, I want him out of here immediately.

-32-

**JEAN:**

He's right Mugsy -- you'll have to go --

SHE STARTS PUTTING
FRESH LIPSTICK ON

I have another date at four-thirty!

**MUGSY:**

HE EXITS.....

Okay -- Robin ... see you tomorrow night!

**ALAN:**

Robin, what do you mean you have another
date -- it's four in the morning!

**JEAN:**

Oh, it's alright Daddy -- Nicky doesn't
have to get up early -- he's a gangster!

JEAN PUTS ON LIPSTICK

**ALAN:**

Robin, don't you think you should be
concentrating on your homework instead of
men?

**JEAN:**

Don't be silly -- I was expelled from
school six months ago!

**ALAN:**

Did you cut too many classes?

**JEAN:**

No -- too many teachers!

-33-

**ALAN:**

Robin, you've got to go back to school--
and you've got to give up smoking.

**JEAN:**

Give up smoking? Why? I smoke only the
best cigars!

**SOUND**

SIRENS...SHOTS..SCREECHING OF
BREAKS...FOOTSTEPS RUNNING...

**JEAN:**

Oh, that must be Nicky.

SHE STRAIGHTENS HER
DRESS OUT...PRIMPS THE
DOOR BURSTS OPEN AND
GUY IN GANGSTER TYPE SUIT
COMES IN...A HURRY, GUN OUT
...IN OTHER HAND HE'S
DRAGGING A U.S. MAIL BAG.

**NICKY:**

Hiya Baby...

HE SLITHERS TO THE WINDOW
PULLS DOWN THE SHADE....

**JEAN:**

Nicky... what happened?

**NICKY:**

I held up a lousy little post office
right away they're making a Federal case
out of it.

**JEAN:**

Daddy...shake hands with Nicky...be
careful of his trigger-finger--it's
sensitive!

-34-

**ALAN:**

Robin, you can't run around with him...
he's a hoodlum.

**JEAN:**

What do you mean Daddy -- he's been to
the best places, Alcatraz, Leavenworth,
Sing Sing...

TAKES A BIG DIAMOND
BRACELET OUT OF HIS
POCKET...HANDS IT TO
JEAN...

**NICKY:**

Here baby...look what I got for you...
it's from that big jewel holdup.

**JEAN:**

Oh, Nicky, thank you.....

SHE PUTS IT ON

**ALAN:**

Robin, you can't accept jewelry from him.

**JEAN:**

But Daddy -- I earned it -- I drove the
get-away car.

**ALAN:**

Robin-- you could get into terrible
trouble that way.

**JEAN:**

I know -- I don't have a drivers
license!

-35-

NICKY LEAPS TO WINDOW
AND STARTS SHOOTING

A SPOTLIGHT BEGINS TO
PLAY OVER THE ROOM...

HE MOVES TO THE DOOR AND
NICKY STOPS HIM COLD
AT ALAN'S PRATT...

SHE EXITS...

SOUND

SIRENS...

NICKY:

It's the cops...Baby... we gotta clear
out of here fast...coming with me?

JEAN:

You know I am Nicky--this is what I call
excitement...Oh boy...

ALAN:

Robin...you can't run away with a
gangster...I won't let you do it... I'll
let the cops in...

NICKY:

Hold it Fatso---make one false move and
I'll blow your brains out! Robin!

JEAN:

What?

NICKY:

Wait in the stolen car!

JEAN:

Okay Nick...so long pop...

ALAN:

Robin...Robin...Robin...

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## SOUND

MACHINE GUN BULLETS...FADE TO
DREAM MUSIC...

DREAM EFFECT...LIGHTS UP
AGAIN...ALAN ON COUCH...HE'S
WRITHING AND YELLING

## ALAN:

Robin...Robin...Robin...

ROBIN AND JEAN ARE STANDING
OVER HIM...JEAN IN HER COAT
--THE ONE SHE LEFT IN...ROBIN
IN A BATHROBE...JEAN IS SHAKING
ALAN...

## JEAN:

Herbie...wake up...wake up....

HE SITS UP AND SHAKES
HIS EYES CLEAR... SEES
ROBIN...PULLS HER TO HIM

## ALAN:

Robin. I don't want you to see Mugsy
or Nicky anymore...

## ROBIN:

Who's Nicky?

## JEAN:

Herbie---what's the matter with you?

SHAKES HEAD AGAIN...

## ALAN:

I had a terrible nightmare--- Jean...
let's not have frozen shrimps for dinner
anymore...

BANGS HIS RIBS WITH FIST

WALKS FORWARD...

## JEAN:

Alright Herbie... Well, now I have to
give the dreamer some bicarbonate and put
him to bed... see you all next week.
Goodnight!

aek/bab/tp
12/30/53
5:40 pm

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