12.

NEAR

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COMBINATION OFFICE AND HOUSE ON CANAL STREET bearing

sign: MARTIN DILL---LAWYER. A bleak and shabby
contrast with the gentle beauty of TIM'S plantation
home. DILL, TIM, and others dismount. SLAVES take
charge of the baggages. Horses are tied to hitching

post. DILL takes out enormous keys, der the door.
Finds a letter un-

Evidences of miserly living.

70

DIM HALLWAY OF HOUSE./ TIM asks if no one lives with him.

DILL says he lives alone. TIM asks if he has no slaves.

DILL says he sometimes buys and sells them, but doesn't
care to own them.

71

JANIE peeps and peers through the house, followed by
GUMBO. They are seeking the kitchen. CAMERA TRUCKS.

72

JANIE finds the kitchen in a sorry state, dusty and
bachelor-like. GUMBO says, "There ain't nothin' to
eat here." JANIE says it looks like there never has
been. She starts cleaning up kitchen.

73

DILL SEATED AT HIS DESK. TIM figetting on a bench nearby.
BILL opens the letter he has picked up under door. It
A GRAND-
discloses that it is from mm UNCLE of TIM'S in Kentucky,
a relative on his mother's side. (IRVIN COBB TYPE)
who expresses an interest in TIM'S welfare.

74

PORTION OF TEXT OF LETTER ON SCREEN.

75

TIM drops a he vy law book to the floor.

76

DILL calls UNCLE CATON to escort LITTLE MASTER TIM to his
room upstairs in the rear. TIM asks about supper.
DILL says, "Supper? Oh, yes! See that JANIE prepares
some supper." CATON and TIM leave the room. DILL
picks up a quill pen and begins to write. He is an-
swering the GRAND-UNCLE, assuring him that he will
look after TIM and bank the assets of the estate after
the numerous bills are paid.

["13.", "77 PORTION OF FLOWING TEXT OF DILL'S LETTER ON SCREEN as he writes.", "78 SEVERAL DAYS LATER, TILIGHT, DILL SITS AT HIS DESK with a great ledger before him, figuring, figuring. CATON comes to tell him that dinner is served.", "CATON", "79 ~~CATON~~/AT DOOR OF TIM'S ROOM. TIM'S says he's coming to dinner. STARTS out. CATON says gently, \"MARS TIM, your hair ain't combed!\" TIM returns to slick down hair.", "80 DINNING ROOM. DILL and TIM at dinner in bleak room at candle-lighted table. CATON serving. DILL tells how profligate his father has been and TIM/that sale of FATHER'S effects has not brought in desired amount of money.", "81 JANIE and GUMBO in the kitchen dishing up food. UNCLE CATON enters. Begins to tell them an amusing tale. NEGROES Laugh loudly.", "82 DINNING TABLE. DILL remarks, \"Slaves are rather noisy creatures, aren't they?\" TIM says he likes to hear them laugh. DILL says there'll be one less mm to-morrow. He intends to sell UNCLE CATON. TIM can no longer eat. He protests.", "83 KITCHEN. JANIE and GUMBO laughing loudly at CATON'S antics. Suddenly they hear the LAWYER'S Symmymmymymymmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm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87 BED ROOM. Night. UNCLE CATON lays out TIM'S nightclothes and smoothes back the bed-covers. They are together for the last time. TIM is downcast, but UNCLE CATON is trying to make things more cheerful for him. He tells the child a Br'er Rabbit story, and together they sing a gay little tune of the Old South. TIM falls asleep. The song slows down. The OLD MAN nods in his chair, also. Suddenly, he awakes with a start, looks gently at his LITTLE MASTER as he sleeps, and tiptoes out of the room.

88 SLAVE MARKET IN NEW ORLEANS. The auction block. Crowd. Slaves. Dealers. Auctioneer.

89 IN CROWD, the lawyer, DILL, and TIM. Also a youth resembling the young Lincoln.

90 THE SALE. Various lots of ordinary field hands are sold. Then UNCLE CATON is put on the block. The AUCTIONEER waxes eloquent as to his virtues as a faithful servant and an exelent buy. The bidding is brisk. CATON is sold away to a cruel-looking MASTER from the rice fields in the delta lowlands.

91 TIM IN TEARS as UNCLE CATON'S hands are chained.

92 FACE OF THE TALL STRANGER DISTRESSED.

93 CATON LED AWAY as TIM promises to buy him back someday, real soon.

93a DILL COUNTS HIS GOLD PIECES and puts them into a bag.

94 THE TALL YOUNG MAN, who looks strangely like LINCOLN seems him the weeping child who, in manly fashion, is trying to hold back his tears. The STRANGER puts his arm about TIM and speaks a kind word. A SLAVER asks angrily who the stranger is. ANOTHER answers, "I don't know, but he sure must be a stranger in these parts. Don't nobody talk like that mmmthasmmmg here."

95 NEW ORLEANS STREET AT DUSK. TIM and his silent GUARDIAN walk home together. The LAWYER clutches a bag of gold.

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YARD OF DILL'S HOUSE. TIM AND GUMBO standing side by side looking sadly through the high iron fence, bored, like little prisoners. Few people are passing. TIM speaks of UNCLE CATON and expresses a desire to earn enough money to buy him back. He discloses to GUMBO that LAWYER DILL gives him 25¢ a week spending money, and shows GUMBO a bright new quarter. GUMBO suggests they go spend it. But TIM says LAWYER DILL has forbidden him to leave the yard. GUMBO says if slaves can run away, he don't see why white folks can't. As they talk, in the distance, gradually approaching, the cry of a CHIMNEY-SWEEP is heard. The CHIMNEY-SWEEP appears outside the fence, chanting:

(FOLLOWING PAGE).

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YARD OF DILL'S HOUSE. EM TIM and GUMBO are standing side by side looking sadly through the high iron fence, bored, like little prisoners. Few people are passing. In the distance we hear the cry of a chimney-sweeper, Romanay, Romanay, Romanay, lady!

Tim speaks
ofUncleCATon and
has desire to earn
money to buy him
back. He directs to
Gumb that
Bill wash him
& 25¢ a week
allowance.

I know why you chimney won't draw,
Stove won't bake and you can't make no cake.
And I know why you chimney won't draw.

He wears an old top hat and carries a bundle of sacks,
ropes and brushes over his shoulder.

TIM stops him to ask what he is selling. He explains that "Romanay" means chimney-sweep, but that he is none EM anxious to clean any chimneys that day. He has had too big a time at the Showboat last night. The boys' eyes light up at the mention of the word Showboat.

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GUMBO suggests to LITTLE MASTER TIM that they run away and go down to the river to see the showboat, because things are too sad around the house since UNCLE CATON has been sold. Besides there is no room to play. CAUTIOUSLY TIM and GUMBO steal out of the yard and into the street.

98

IN THE STREET TIM AND GUMBO BREAK AND RUN.

99

MAIN STREETS OF NEW ORLEANS. The two BOYS wander carelessly about buying sweetmeats, inquiring where the levee is. A FAT NEGRESS sells them pralines, and points the way toward the docks.

100

THEY PASS AN IRON FOUNDRY and see the SLAVES making the beautiful iron grills of the period.

101

GREAT COMMOTION ON THE WHarf. CROWDS MILL ABOUT. NUMEROUS POLICE OFFICERS are there. The Showboat is being driven from the dock as a public nuisance, as TIM and GUMBO arrive.

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102 CLAIRE, LOVELY LEADING LADY OF THE SHOWBOAT, IS ON DECK pleading with the officers to be allowed to find BOUTON and delay the sailing. OFFICERS say the boat has played there a week and hasn't yet paid the city tax. CLAIRE says she herself will pay the tax from the night's performance. But the OFFICER replies that they have BOUTON arrested and will make him work it out in prison. CLAIRE yells to crowd that they'll pay in the next town.

103 BEFORE TIM'S DISSAPOINTED EYES THE SHOWBOAT SAILS. GUMBO also looks distressed. A by-stander tells them the next town is eight miles up the river.

104 PAPA DONDON'S TAVERN. BOUTON IS IN THE TOILS OF THE LAW. As he is taken off to jail, he leaves word to send his FAT FRIEND to the prison to help, bringing the money to pay his fine and the tax.

105 TIM DECIDES TO FOLLOW THE SHOWBOAT ON FOOT UP THE RIVER. GUMBO is afraid to go because of JANIE and the lawyer, watches him out of sight. DILL. TIM starts out alone. GUMBO KUNGGAMIKAN

106 COUNTRY ROAD. TIM WALKS BRISLY ALONG a dusty highway that winds sometimes besides the river, sometimes through the woods. He passes a persimmon tree and knocks some down. He passes a flock of geese, and a fierce fox old gander NIPES attacks him, nipping his behind. TIM frightens him away.

107 POLICE COURT. BOUTON'S FAT FRIEND SHOWN ARRIVING with hand full of bills which he loans BOUTON to pay his taxes and fine.

108 LEAVING THE POLICE COURT, ON STEPS BOUTON requests the loan of just enough more to hire a horse to overtake his showboat. FRIEND digs down into his jeans for the money, bringing up a handful of coins, faithfully.

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109 COUNTRY ROAD AGAIN. TIM IS HUNGRY. He throws a stick into a chesnuttree and brings down a branch of chesnuts, burrs and all, and begins to eat them. The sun goes down. TRUCK SHOT of TIM continuing down the road in the dusk. night Glow worms appear. The night noises of the countryside begin. Frogs croak, katydids sing, a meadow lark calls. TIM imitates the frogs, then the meadow lark. But the frogs drown out the meadow lark. TIM begins to sing an old Negro folk song, a comical song about the wedding of the bullfrog:

THE FROG WENT A-COURTIN',
HE DID RIDE. Um-hum-m-m!
HE CARRIED HIS PISTOL BY HIS SIDE. Umhum!
HE SAID, A MISS FROG, WILL YOU MARRY ME? Um-hum!
YES, MR. FROG, WHERE'LL THE WEDDING BE? UM-HM!
WAY DOWN YONDER IN A HOLLOW TREE. UM-HUM!

TIM eats chesnuts as he sings. Behind him in the distance, hooftbeats are heard.

110 A HORSEMAN OVERTAKES TIM. IT IS BOUTON returning to the showboat. He stops and picks TIM up.

111 TRUCK SHOT in the early darkness of BOUTON and TIM going down the road, singing the FROG SONG. TIM is reminded of his father and tells BOUTON all about the old plantation and that he is now an orphan. Also of his desire to see the show. BOUTON says the show costs a Quarter. TIM shows him the money he has, just a Quarter. BOUTON takes it laughingly and puts it in his vest pocket.

112 KITCHEN OF DILL'S HOME IN NEW ORLEANS. JANIE preparing supper. She asks GUMBO to go call Mars TIM to wash his face to dine. Exit GUMBO.

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113 JANIE MUTTERING AS SHE PULLS PAN OF BISQUITS FROM STOVEK.
"This kitchen ain't big enough to scat a cat in without
getting fur in your mouth."

114 GUMBO sticks his back through door of kitchen and says: "I
don't see Mars Tim nowhere." JANIE then orders him to
knock on door of LAWYER DILL'S office and see if he is
in there, XXXXX

115 GREAT EXCITEMENT IN DILL'S HOUSE. TIM IS NOT TO BE FOUND.
JANIE, GUMBO, looking innocent, and DILL running around
in circles.

116 JANIE LOOKING UNDER BED IN BED ROOM.

117 GUMBO LOOKING IN FLOOR BARRELL.

118 PAN OF MEAT BURNING IN EMPTY KITCHEN.

119 DILL LOOKS THROUGH STABLES---but no TIM.

120 IN THE KITCHEN DILL FACES THE TEARFUL JANIE AND THE SILENT
GUMBO. DILL accuses JANIE of neglecting her duty of
looking after TIM. Then he turns on GUMBO who plays
gumb and knows nothing, finally pretending to have lock-
jaw so he cannot talk. DILL says he is going to sell
GUMBO, and that he will get the police after TIM.

121 DILL LEAVING HOUSE IN DARK, hurriedly, to notify police of
lost boy.

122 BOUTON AND TIM RIDING INTO A LIGHTED RIVER-TOWN. BOUTON
stops at a saloon, dismounts, leaving TIM outside to
hold his horse.

123 BOUTON IN SALOON BUYING A DRINK WITH TIM'S QUARTER.

124 SHOWBOAT AT ANCHOR BESIDE THE LEVEE. Crowds gathering. The
band playing.

125 STREET OUTSIDE SALOON. TIM waiting impatiently, holding the
horse, as he hears the music playing at the foot of the &
street where he sees the lighted Showboat.

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126 MESS HALL OF THE SHOWBOAT. The last of the actors are finishing supper, served by a tall skinny Negro woman, GLORY. CLAIRE, the beautiful, cheery, and very competent leading lady has taken charge of things in BOUTON'S absence. She hurries the actors up as it is soon time for the show to begin. Some of the actors, eating hoggishly, resent her, Even if she is the leading lady, they say she is not the boss. The BASS TUBA PLAYER from the band enters for his supper. GLORY says there ain't no more, that they just barely eked out things as it was.

127 GALLEY WHERE NARCISSUS, THE NEGRO COOKX (and GLORY'S husband) shows the TUBA PLAYER the empty pans through the serving window. CLAIRE says she will find him something, however. She goes into galley to see what there is. But all food bins are empty. Gesture of despair. KEXKK

128 TICKET BOOTH OF SHOWBOAT. Audience gathering. Band playing outside. TUBA PLAYER angrily rejoins band, playing very loudly and out of tune.

129 /STREET. TIM still holding the horse, very restless now. Finally BOUTON emerges. They ride on to the riverside.

130 ENTRANCE OF SHOWBOAT. BOUTON takes TIM in, saying he has already paid.

131 DRESSING ROOM. BOUTON introduces TIM to CLAIRE as a new partner in the snow business, and a former plantation master and slave owner now slightly down on his luck. CLAIRE asks if he has had anything to eat. He hasn't, so she takes charge of him.

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132 DINNING HALL. THE NEGRO COUPLE SERVE TIM a scanty dinner,
but in full courses (since he is a gentleman) as the
sounds of the show go on upstairs. TIM wants to bolt
his food, but is too polite and the service is too
ceremonious. Finally TIM finishes and rushes upstairs.

133 BACKSTAGE ON SHOWBOAT. Quick flashes of various parts of
the show, recitations, musical numbers, etc., as TIM
watches shyly from the wings, being shoved and bumped
about. BOUTON sees him and takes him outside to see
the finale.

134 AUDITORIUM AT REAR. BOUTON holds TIM so he can see over
the heads of the crowd.

135 FINALE ON STAGE. Full cast line-up singing and dancing as
the curtain falls to great applause.

136 OFFICE. COUNTING OF MONEY AFTER SHOW. BOUTON and CLAIRE,
with TIM. CLAIRE suggests locking all the money up,
but BOUTON says it will be safe in his pockets. He
invites CLAIRE to accompany him ashore as soon as he
puts TIM to bed.

137 BOUTON'S CABIN ON THE BRIDGE. BOUTON LEAVES TIM ALONE as
the BOY gets into one of his white shirts for a night
nightgown.

138 STREET END BESIDE XXXXXX THE RIVER. Show folks shown
heading for tavern. CLAIRE asks BOUTON to be careful
with his money as food and finances are short. BOUTON
waves her protests aside.

139 THE LEVEE. NEGROES SHOWN LOUNGING AND LOVING THERE IN THE
moonlight. The night and the stars are so pretty that
one of them says the angels must be peeping down, right
out of heaven. The NEGROES begin to sing, LAWD, SEND
ONE ANGEL DOWN:

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TEM

If-a you can't come,
If-a you can't come,
If-a you can't come, Lawd,
Send-a one angel down.
Send him in de midnight,
Send him in de mornin',
Send him in a hurry, Lawd,
If-a you can't come.

140 BOUTON'S CABIN. TIM, in BOUTON'S shirt, looks out of the high cabin window as the NEGROES sing. He remembers UNGLE CATON used to sing that song. In his high clear voice, TIM joins in.

141 LEVEE. THE STARTLED NEGROES CEASE THEIR SONG. Frightfully, they begin to draw away. THEY think TIM'S voice is an angel right out of the sky. But finally someone spies TIM up there in the moonlight in the window of the cabin. They smile, delighted with the little singer. Then, joyfully, inxx a great burst of song, the NEGRO'S voices join TIM'S, and the aif is filled with music.

142 BOUTON AND CLAIRE RETURN TO THE SHOWBOAT. They are struck by the singing of the NEGROES and TIM'S voice floating high above them all.

143 THE SHOWBOAT, THE NEGROES, THE LEVEE, AND TIM dissolve into

144 SUNRISE ON THE MISSISSIPPI. The old Showboat is going full steam up the stream, it's paddle wheel chugging, its stack belching smoke.

145 ABOARD THE SHOWBOAT. Early morning activities. NARCISSUS
KE scrubbing decks.

146 IN XXXIXX THE GALILEY GLORY PREPARES BREAKFAST.

147 ACTORS TUMBLING INTO DIPPING SALOON TO EAT in kimonas and half-attire. They begin to kick at the meagre breakfast, since there was a full house the night before. CLAIRE tries to quiet them, but they demand BOUTON.