"MR. SMITH GOES TO WASHINGTON"
Lewis R. Foster
The CAPITOL DOME at Washington fades in. It is night, and
the dome is flooded in light.
This view dissolves to the exterior of a Newspaper Office
WINDOW, seen at night. The letters on the window, illuminated
by a street light, are picked out with increasing
distinctness. They read: WASHINGTON POST-DISPATCH. This
dissolves into the NIGHT CITY EDITOR'S OFFICE, where a
lethargic, eyeshaded man behind a desk reaches for the
telephone which is ringing.
(Then, perking up)
Inside a PHONE BOOTH in a Hospital Corridor, where a nurse
seated at the corridor desk is visible through the glass
doors of the booth, a man is telephoning:
Senator Samuel Foley--dead. Died a
minute ago--here at St. Vincent's.
At the bedside was state political
sidekick, Senator Joseph Paine--
And we see the HOSPITAL OFFICE where Senator Joseph Paine, a
trim, rather dignified man of fifty-eight, occupying the
desk of the nurse who stands by, is talking rapidly and
agitatedly into a phone.
(into the phone)
Long distance? Senator Joseph Paine
speaking. I want the Governor's
residence at Jackson City--Governor
Hubert Hopper. Hurry--
The scene dissolves into a skimming view of TELEPHONE WIRES
strung over a vast distance--and then into the BEDROOM of
Governor and Mrs. Hopper, where the Governor and his wife
are found in their twin beds, the room darkened. The buzzer
is sounding. Mrs. Emma Hopper, wife of the Governor, sits
bolt upright in the dark.
I knew it! I knew a night's rest
wasn't possible in this house!
(As the buzzer is
(waking with a start,
Wha--? Yes, sweetheart-- Wha--?
That infernal phone!
Yes, yes--phone, phone--
(Fumbling for the
A--an outrage, pet--an outrage--I'll
look into this--
(Seizing the phone)
Hello--Joe!--What!--No! Not really!
What is it?
In the HOSPITAL ROOM, we see Paine on the phone.
It couldn't have come at a worse
time. Call Jim Taylor. Tell him I'm
taking a plane tonight for home.
In GOVERNOR HOPPER'S BEDROOM:
(on the phone)
Yes, Joe, yes--right away.
(He hangs up--then
lifts the receiver
again and begins to
What is it?
Of all the times! Of all the times!
Two months to the end of his term--
and Foley has to go and die on us--
Whom are you calling--in the dead of
Taylor, my dear.
Can't that wait, Hubert?
No, no--believe me, pet--this is
(Into the phone)
Hello, hello. Is Taylor there?--
Governor Hopper. Quickly, please--
This isn't a home, it's the crossroads
of the world!
Now, now, Emma, dear--you mustn't
forget we have been chosen by the
people of this commonwealth to--
Save that for the laying of
Oh, that morning you looked in the
mirror and saw a statesman!
(Then, excitedly into
In political boss TAYLOR'S ROOM, we see JIM TAYLOR, a hard-
bitten, taciturn, impressive man in his fifties. At the
moment, he stands at a phone, in vest and rolled up sleeves,
a cigar between his fingers. Behind him, in a smoke-filled
room, man are seated at a card table from which Taylor
evidently has just risen.
What's up, Happy?
In HOPPER'S BEDROOM:
Sam Foley--died tonight in Washington.
Joe just called. Can you imagine
In TAYLOR'S ROOM:
Died, huh? Well, take it easy, Happy.
Is Paine coming?--Good. Keep your
shirt on--and your mouth shut. No
In HOPPER'S BEDROOM:
(into the phone)
And now flashing on the screen are NEWSPAPER HEADLINES of
the following morning--announcing Foley's death--and finally
such headlines as:
SUCCESSOR TO FOLEY
TO BE NAMED BY GOVERNOR
APPOINTEE WILL FILL OUT
UNEXPIRED TERM OF TWO MONTHS
FOR VACANT SENATE CHAIR
The scene dissolves into the GOVERNOR'S OUTER OFFICE, in the
morning. The office is full of people--newspapermen--dignified
citizens--women--all waiting to see the Governor. A group is
collected around the male secretary's desk. Two other desks
are seen with secretaries at them. There is an undertone of
If His Excellency's statement is
going to make the noon edition--
Governor Hopper said you would have
it any minute--
An austere gent named Edwards pushes toward the desk.
Will you please remind the Governor
He know your committee is waiting,
(Raising his voice
over the room)
The Governor will see *all* committees
at the first opportunity.
In the GOVERNOR'S PRIVATE OFFICE we see Hubert Hopper and
McGann, the former on the dictagraph, while McGann lounges
in a chair.
(into the dictagraph)
Yes, yes--tell them I'll see them
(Snapping up the
wildly on McGann)
I can't hold them off! They want
something to say about this
appointment. Ten to one they've got
Relax, Happy. Jim said to wait.
I *can't* wait, McGann! You go into
that room and tell Jim Taylor and
Joe Paine that I give them *one more
*You* tell Jim Taylor.
Washington! Always discussing the
problems of Washington. Nobody ever
thinks of the State--and my problems!
I *will* tell Jim Taylor. It's high
*time* I told him a thing or two!
(He pushes the door
to a small ante room)
In the ANTE-ROOM, Joe Paine and Jim Taylor are on their feet,
as Happy insert his head.
Look here, Jim--if you and Joe are
going to gab about this appointment
*any* longer, I'm going ahead and
see those committees!
You'll see those committees when
Hubert retires, closing the door. Jim Taylor turns back to
That Happy Hopper is tougher to handle
than a prima-donna.
--in other words, Jim--with this
Willet Creek Dam on the fire--the
man who goes to the Senate now in
Sam Foley's place can't ask any
questions or talk out of turn. We
must be absolutely sure of him.
That's why I say Miller--Horace
Miller. He jumped through hoops for
the machine before we moved him up
to the bench. He'll take orders.
Jim--suppose we didn't try to go
through with this Willet Creek Dam--
suppose we postpone it until the
next session of Congress--or drop it
That'd be a crime--after all this
work--getting it buried in this
Deficiency Bill as nice as you please--
approved--all ready to roll--
How much does the Willet Dam mean to
Joe--I've got a lot of people to
take care of in this State.
I know, but is it worth the risk of
a scandal now that a new man is going
to the Senate?
Joe--what's the matter with you--
where you're concerned, I wouldn't
take the slightest risk--'specially
now after the great reputation you've
made in the Senate. Why, look at
this campaign I've started for you
in all my papers. You're the logical
man from the West on the National
ticket--at the convention, anything
There is a pause while Joe looks at a newspaper.
Joe, that's coming a long way in
twenty years since I met you
practising law down there in Main
Jim--if what you say about the future
is remotely possible--why not do as
I say--drop things like this dam?
We can't drop it now, Joe. We bought
the land around this Dam and we're
holding it in dummy names. If we
drop it or delay it--we are going to
bring about investigations, and
investigations will show that we own
that land and are trying to sell it
to the State under phoney names. No,
Joe, in my judgment the only thing
to do is push this Dam through--and
get it over with.
Well, then appoint Miller--if you're
sure he'll take orders.
Don't worry about Horace--he'll take
orders. Come on--
He goes to the door quickly, followed by Paine.
In the GOVERNOR'S PRIVATE OFFICE, as Taylor and Paine barge
in, Happy Hubert throws his hands up.
Well! Thank Heaven!
The dictagraph buzzes.
(shouting into it)
One minute! Just one minute!
Happy, we've got the man. Horace
Terrific! A born stooge! Horace'll
perform like a trained seal.
Jim--if I fling a party man like
Horace in the face of those angry
Happy, for reasons there isn't time
to go into--it's got to be Miller!
We've given you the man. Now write
(Moving to the door)
Come on, Joe. Come on, Chick.
Now, wait fellows--great Heavens.
I've got to see those angry committees
first--feel them out a little--work
Harmony--and Horace Miller.
The scene dissolves to the GOVERNOR'S OFFICE, full of
committee people, arranged in rows of chairs, closely packed
together. Hubert, at his desk, is addressing them.
(spreading the old
Gentlemen--in considering the
candidates who might answer to the
high qualifications of United States
Senator--there was one name that
shone out like a beacon--one I'm
sure you will enthusiastically approve--
the Honorable *Horace Miller*.
A minor bedlam breaks loose. Excited men rise and shout.
Not Horace Miller!
A Taylor Man!
The Veterans will have no part of
A party man! One of Taylor's tools!
Give us a clean man for a change!
The New Citizen's Committee won't
stand for Miller!
The scene dissolves to the GOVERNOR'S LIBRARY in the HOPPER
HOME, at night. Hubert stands troubledly while Taylor, hat
in hand, is tearing into him and McGann just listens.
They put up *their* candidate? Who?
*Henry Hill?* That crackpot? That
long-haired--! Why, you should have
killed that so fast--!
I--I couldn't, Jim. Those men were--
We can't help *what* they were! Forget
Jim, that bunch is out for blood. If
I throw Horace in their teeth now--
I said forget 'em! Horace Miller
goes to the Senate--and that settles
I *won't* send Horace Miller!
I *won't* let you stand there
callously and perhaps wreck my whole
*Your* political future! I bought it
for you and made you a present. And
I can grab it back so fast it'll
make your head spin. You got a nerve
to stand there and worry about just
*your future* when we're in this
(Starting for the
The man is--*Miller*.
The two are gone, leaving Happy very unhappy. He stands for
a baleful instant. The butler appears.
Mr. Edwards of the Citizen's Committee
on the phone, sir.
No! I'm out. I'm sick. I--I--
He picks up the phone.
(brightening his manner)
*Good* evening, Mr. Edwards... Why,
I have the matter under advisement
this very moment. Now it isn't a
question of my *objecting* to Henry
BY A PHONE, Edwards is seen to be in considerable heat.
(into the phone)
Hill is the man every decent element
wants--and *expects!* It's Henry
Hill, Mr. Governor--or else!
In the GOVERNOR'S LIBRARY, Hubert is seen wincing.
Yes, Mr. Edwards. Certainly. I shall
bear that in mind. Good night.
He hangs up, a picture of deepening misery, as Emma appears
at the door.
I'll bear that in mind... What? Oh.
Dinner. Pet--my stomach couldn't
hold a bird seed.
We're waiting, Hubert.
The scene dissolves to the DINING ROOM. The Hopper family is
seated at dinner. Six children are around the table--four
boys ranging from nine to sixteen, and a couple of in-between
girls. The butler is placing the soup before them.
Really, my dear--I don't feel like a
("Number Two" son)
What's the matter, Dad? Is it getting
Is *what* getting me down?
("Number One" son)
You're in a deuce of a pickle, aren't
("Number Three" son)
Looks like Henry Hill--huh, Pop?
Naw--it's Horace Miller--or else!
Hubert chokes on his soup.
Gee, I wouldn't appoint an old twerp
like Horace Miller--Taylor or no
Taylor! May I ask what *Taylor* has
to do with it?
Well, he's still running the show,
ain't he, Dad?
Emma! I will not have conversations
of this sort carried on by the
children at dinner!
Nonsense. Why don't you listen to
your children for a change? You might
actually learn something?
For instance, how to run the affairs
of government? No doubt my children
could make this appointment *for* me--
with the greatest ease!
That's easy. Jefferson Smith.
I beg your pardon?
Jeff Smith. He's the only Senator to
Sure. He ought to be President.
("Number Four" son)
I like Jeff Smith.
You, too! Fine. Fine. That's everybody
heard from. Forgive my abysmal
ignorance--but I don't know Jefferson
Smith from a--
Gosh, Pop--head of the Boy Rangers!
Oh, a *boy*!
No, *no*, Pop--Jeff's a *man*! Jeff
Smith! Biggest expert we got on wild
game--and animals--and rocks.
Yes, and right now he's the greatest
hero we ever had. It's all over the
Sure. Didn't you see about the
terrific forest fire all around
I did. What about it?
Well, Jeff put that out himself.
Well--Jeff and the Rangers. He was
out camping with 'em--and they saved
hundreds of people and millions of
And not one boy even scratched!
Now, if you really want a Senator--
I do *not* want a Senator. And I do
*not* want any more of this nonsense!
Why, I think it's very sweet of the
He's the greatest *American* we got,
too, Dad. Can tell what George
Washington said--by heart. An' "Boy
Stuff's" got the swellest stuff in
"Boy Stuff." That's the name of Jeff's
magazine. He prints it.
(Pulling one out of
his pocket excitedly)
Look--here's one--oh, it's great--
*everybody* reads it--all the kids
in the State--a million of 'em. Look,
Pop--let me read you a--
Peter, I'm in no mood to hear childish
You're all wet, Pop! Listen to this:
(Flipping back to a
"What makes a man humane to man--to
give and not to take--to serve and
not to rule--ideals and not deals--
creed and not greed--." How about
No, *sir*! You couldn't do better,
Jeff for Senator.
(his anger rising)
Emma! Will you *please*--?
(leaping in on the
Want to get out of a pickle, don't
(leaping right in,
Always looking out for votes, aren't
Yeah--an' here's fifty thousand kids
with two folks apiece--and *they
If you want to do yourself some good
in this State, Dad--
If you're ever going to stand up
like a man some day and tell Taylor
to go to--
That settles it! I will not be
attacked and belittled by my own
children in my own home! My nerves
are strained to the breaking point!
He throws his serviette down and rushes from the dining-room.
Papa's mad, Mama.
The scene dissolves to Hubert Hopper's STUDY, at night. Hubert
is pacing miserably as Emma enters, carrying his dinner on a
plate and setting it down on his desk.
(in quiet, heart-
Emma! I'm a man at the end of his
No wonder--without your dinner.
Emma, which is it--Horace Miller or
Well, your children are very bright--
and *they* say Jefferson Smith.
And Emma, without pausing, passes on out. Hubert is beside
himself, and begins to pace again.
Henry Hill--Horace Miller--Henry
Then on a desperate impulse, he takes a coin from his pocket
and gets ready to flip.
He shuts his eyes and flips. The coin falls on the library
table. He rushes to it. His eyes pop.
The COIN is seen standing on edge, leaned against a small
stack of magazines and papers.
HUBERT is at his wit's end. Then his eyes travel over to the
paper on top of the pile. We see the NEWSPAPER HEADLINE:
GRATEFUL CITIZENS POUR GRATITUDE
ON HERO JEFF SMITH
Hubert stares at this headline, then suddenly, wildly, dashes
for the door.
The scene dissolves to a STREET, at night: a row of simple,
white-frame houses with neatly kept front years and white
picket fences. Street lamps illumine the scene. A limousine
has come to a stop before one HOUSE, JEFFERSON SMITH'S, and
Governor Hubert Hopper is alighting. He pauses to look at
the house, is uncertain for an instant as to whether to go
in or not; then makes up his mind, pushes through the gate
and goes up the walk.
At the DOOR, Hubert pauses again before knocking, but finally
does so. As his knuckles rap on the door, a terrific blast
of band music, blaring instruments badly played. lets go
from inside the house. Hubert, startled out of his wits,
turns to run for his life and makes two steps when the door
is opened; and there stands a smallish, somewhat gray, sweet-
faced little lady (Jeff's Ma). The music goes on, so that
both have to raise their voices above it.
I *thought* I heard... Yes?
Uh--Jefferson Smith's residence?
Yes. Come in.
Is--uh--Jefferson Smith at home?
Certainly. Step right in.
In the SITTING ROOM of the Smith Home, a neat, cozy room,
there are about twenty kids, ranging from nine to fifteen,
imitating a band. An older boy is leading them. They are of
all descriptions of dress; some in poor clothes--one with
his leg in a brace. Hubert edges into the room dumbfounded.
(loudly above the
I'll call Jeff. He's back in the
She starts across the room. Hubert remains, disconcerted by
the music. Suddenly, he looks off into the adjoining room
with curious interest--and also to escape the music, he moves
The adjoining room the Hubert enters is an OFFICE. It contains
everything from a roll-top desk crammed with mail, to a small
power printing press--to short-wave radio equipment. It is a
beehive of activity, with some eight or ten boys working
like the seven dwarfs--printing cards on the press--tying
copies of "Boy Stuff" into bundles--tinkering with the short-
wave set. Hubert is set back on his heels by this unexpected
sight. He notes the little placards framed on the wall,
bearing the words of great men, and such admonitions as:
"When there's an edge--give it to the other fellow." "When a
man dies he clutches in his hands only that which he has
given away during his lifetime--" --Jean Jacques Rousseau.
"No man is good enough to govern another."--Abraham Lincoln.
"You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your
grandfather was." He notes the boys working at the radio--
others working at the desk--while all the time, the little
power press goes on. Suddenly Ma returns, followed by
Jefferson Smith--fine looking, rangy, youthful--at the moment
wiping some white substance from his right hand.
Good evening, sir. I was just making
Well--I'll go to Halifax!
Suddenly great excitement ensues.
Boys! Attention! Governor Hopper!
The little fellows drop what they are doing and come to
attention while Jeff dives for a chair and whips it around.
Now--now--please--that's quite all
right. Relax, boys--
This--this is a great honor, sir. I--
Not at all. I've come to pay you a
personal and official--and I might
say--a *tardy* tribute, Mr. Smith,
for your recent heroic conduct.
Oh, now, I'm afraid that's been
No. No. A signal service to the State.
Yes, indeed. And not only that but--
uh--I've heard of your excellent
work in leading and guiding our youth--
Well--that's not work, sir--that's
No doubt. No doubt. And this fine
little paper--"Boy Stuff"--with, I
dare say, an *enormous* circulation
in the State.
Well--it started with a little
mimeograph sheet--and it's just grown
out of all sense and reason--
Excellent! Excellent! My boy, I'm
convinced our State has a great debt
of gratitude to you--
Excuse me for interrupting, Governor,
--that plaster's gonna harden any
Gosh! You see sir--I was fixing some
plaster for a cast on Amos' leg--
he's always chewing 'em off. I'll
only be a minute--if you'll excuse
By all means--by all means.
Jeff exits hurriedly.
Maybe you'd like to come along and
watch, Governor? Jefferson's done a
wonderful job with that leg.
Why, of course.
Ma starts out after Jeff--Hubert follows. He descends the
few steps after her.
The PET SHOP, which Ma and Hubert enter, is a crudely built
room, another addition to the house proper. The instant they
set foot inside, the damnedest furore breaks loose--dogs
bark--parrots scream, until Hubert is about to lose his mind.
Jeff is placing his plaster on the center table and is
stepping to one of the cages.
Jerry! Blackie! Queenie! Let's have
it quiet, fellows!
Now, now, now!
It's all right, Governor.
She moves toward the table--Hubert following.
A pet shop?
Well, it sort of got to be--from
Jeff just pullin' splinters and things--
Jeff pulls down from a cage Amos, a Siamese monkey, and sets
him on the TABLE. Amos is fighting fiercely. The cast on his
leg hangs down in shreds. Hubert, approaching, is amazed and
startled. Jefferson starts to pull the old cast from Amos'
Here, Skinny, give me a hand. Hold
Amos' tail down so he can't get it
around my waist.
Ma holds the monkey's tail as directed--or tries to.
Now, now, now--that isn't going to
get you any place. Get a firm grip,
Satan's in this little fella tonight!
Sorry about this, Governor. But it
won't take a minute. You were saying
something in the other room, sir--
Well--yes--I was saying--the State
should reward you--
--And it is in my power to confer a
very signal honor upon you. In my
official capacity, therefore, I--
Ma! Hold him!
I just can't, son--not the head and
Uh--could--could I help--?
Thanks, Governor--*yes*! Do you mind?
His head--Ma'll take the tail.
Just get one hand against each ear
there--keep his face straight up.
Hubert timidly does as directed. Amos yells--Hubert almost
Hold 'im, Governor. That's right.
Cinch him down. Fine--fine--
Jeff starts to put the plaster on.
What were you saying, Governor? Sorry.
and for all)
I said, sir--in my official capacity--
as an honorary gesture--I appoint
you to the United States Senate!
It does not penetrate to Jeff that instant.
Now, Amos, now--
(Then, as Hubert's
At this instant, Amos wriggles his head and sinks his teeth
into the soft, white thumb of Governor Hopper.
Ow! He bit me!
He lets go of Amos, who wriggles and is nearly off the table.
Jeff and Ma make a dive for him.
And, added to everything else, the pet shop goes up in a
The scene dissolves to NEWSPAPER HEADLINES, a flaring, eight-
column head reads:
GOVERNOR HOPPER IN SURPRISE APPOINTMENT
And another headline (with picture of Jefferson Smith):
HERO JEFFERSON SMITH
IS GOVERNOR'S SENATE CHOICE
The scene dissolves to the GOVERNOR'S LIBRARY, in the morning.
Taylor, McGann, Hubert and Paine are present.
(pounding a newspaper
in his hand, yelling
--a *boy ranger* a squirrel chaser--
to the United States Senate!
Jim--the answer to a prayer--manna
from heaven--the man *we want*--and
the votes *we need*--
Listen--the simpleton of all time--a
big-eyed patriot--knows Washington
and Lincoln by heart--stood at
attention in the Governor's presence--
collects stray boys and cats--
Joe--*you* know what I'm talking
about. The perfect man. Never in
politics in his life. Wouldn't find
out what it's all about in two
*years*, lets alone two months. But
the important thing--and this was
the genius of the stroke--*it means
He's the hero of fifty thousand boys
and a hundred thousand parents. Look
at these congratulations pouring in!
I tell you, gentlemen, by this one
statesman-like act, I have--
But you went ahead and made this
appointment without asking me--
Jim--when the lightning hit, I--I
*But you never asked me*!
Wait a minute, boys. Happy may have
hit on something tremendous here.
Rather than let Miller or anyone
else in at this stage, we simply put
blinders on this simple son of nature--
and turn him loose on monuments.
He's completely out of the way in
Washington, and as Happy says, you
make political capital out of it at
Joe--do you mean to say--do you think
you can actually *handle* this--this
whatever-you-call-it in Washington?
A young patriot?--Who recites
Jefferson and Lincoln?--turned loose
in our nation's capital? I think I
(after a pause)
Chick--turn the ballyhoo boys loose
on this right away. Greatest
appointment ever made. A banquet--
declare a holiday.
Wow! A star-spangled banquet--and
one of Happy's windy spiels--music--
little kids--the flag--a tear-jerker
from way back--!
The scene dissolves to a MONTAGE, a series of headlines
screaming approval of Happy's choice--pictures of Happy with
Smith--of Happy shaking hands with person after person in
his office--of Jeff Smith surrounded by boys in his home,
cheering him, clustered around--and adults shaking his hand--
of telegrams coming to him in stacks--of, finally at night,
the Boy's Club band in the street, marching to a martial
air, banners at their head reading: "OUR OWN SENATOR JEFFERSON
This dissolves to a BANQUET HALL, in which HOPPER, seen at
close range, in white tie--beaming--on his feet at the banquet
table--is addressing an assemblage.
--in the hands of your Governor lay
the power to confer a great honor--
to raise a man to the high office of
United States Senator. And how did
your Governor confer that honor?
The scene then reveals a great, horseshoe banquet table,
crowded with leading citizens. At Hubert's left and right
sit Jefferson and Ma, Mrs. Hopper and Paine. MA is seen
beaming, while JEFFERSON looks dazed and nervous.
Did he give it to some wealthy or
influential citizen merely to curry
(As Paine is seen
looking down at Jeff)
Did he give it to some unworthy
political hireling? No!
TAYLOR AND MCGANN are seen seated at one of the wing tables--
to be out of sight. McGann raised his eyes to heaven for
What *did* he do? True to our party's
EDWARDS is seen listening skeptically.
--he went down among the people--
(warming to a climax,
the banquet now in
--and there found--a nugget! A hero!!
That was the spirit your Governor
acted in. And in that spirit we have
come together tonight to acclaim and
bid Godspeed to--Senator Jefferson
Strong applause--people get to their feet--a band blares a
salute. Hubert motions Jeff to get to his feet. Dry-mouthed,
Jeff rises. The noise dies out. They wait.
Well--uh--thank you. I--I sort of
have a feeling there's been a big
(as gentle laughter
--I--I can't think of a greater honor.
It isn't just mine. It belongs to
all my boys.
(Turning to Paine)
Sitting with a man like Senator Paine--
I can't tell you how much greater
that makes the honor. He and my father
were very dear friends.
PAINE, startled, is seen looking up at Jeff.
My father used to tell me that Joseph
Paine was the finest man he ever
The applause startles Paine. He looks down, two places
removed, to MA, who is leaning over, smiling at him. Her
mouth forms the words: "Hello, Joseph."
We again see the banquet hall in full view, as the applause
I don't think I'll be much help to
you, Senator Paine.
(Laughter from the
But I *can* promise you this--I'll
uphold the honor with all my might--
I'll do nothing to disgrace the name
of--Senator of the United States.
(He sits down amid a
storm of applause)
TAYLOR AND MCGANN are seen applauding mechanically.
Who'd ever think I'd be back in Sunday
The applause continues in the banquet hall. Then, suddenly,
a band starts to play off scene. All heads turn to the rear
of the hall. The BIG DOORS are pushed open and the Boy's
Club Band--followed by more of Jeff's boys--comes marching
in. The boys range in size from tiny fellows in front--
building back up, row by row, to the larger fellows in rear.
They march into the middle of the table formation. The band
plays a march. The banqueters cheer. JEFFERSON'S eyes are
alight. The boys come to a stop, marking time, until the
band stops. A little fellow--Jackie Hopper--steps to the
front. He is carrying something wrapped up. HUBERT AND EMMA
are seen watching this.
TAYLOR AND MCGANN are also watching.
So help me--it's Snow White and a
There is a silence in the hall as Jackie wets his lips and
(stumbling and nervous
with a memorized
Senator Jefferson Smith--we are very
proud on this great occas--the Boy
Rangers take this oppor--uh--
(lifts the package)
--in token of their--uh--in token of
(breaking off, ad
--It's a briefcase, Jeff! All the
kids pitched in! It's for to carry
your laws when you get there!
He rushes forward and pushes the gift into Jeff's hands. The
banqueters then applaud vigorously. Jeff, speechless and
touched, stands holding the briefcase. The band strikes up
"Auld Lang Syne." Everyone stands up, and joins the song.
Paine moves from his place over to Ma.
Ma is seen singing--as Paine comes to her side. She stops
singing. They shake hands warmly. Then Paine, looking at
Jeff, pantomimes: "Is that the little shaver I knew when he
was this high?" Ma nods. She starts to sign again, and we
get another full view of the hall. The song is sung earnestly
by the boys, the banqueters joining it.
JEFFERSON has opened the BRIEFCASE and is staring at it. It
is seen to be inscribed:
SENATOR JEFFERSON SMITH
OUR BEST RANGER--OUR BEST PAL
JEFF is looking off at the boys--his eyes a little dim; this
is the most wonderful moment of his life.
This dissolves to a Washington-bound TRAIN, on which we see
Jefferson and Senator Paine. Jefferson is fishing out of his
briefcase a copy of "Boy Stuff."
Well, it isn't much, but if you
insist, here's this week's.
(He hands it over)
"Boy Stuff." Why, printer's ink runs
in your veins, Jeff. You're just
like your father.
Thank you, sir.
Even to the hat. Same old dreamer,
too. One look at you and I can see
him, back of his old roll top desk,
hat and all, getting out his paper.
Always kept his hat on his head so
as to be ready to do battle. Clayton
Smith, editor and publisher, and
champion of lost causes.
Yeah, Dad always used to say the
only causes worth fighting for were
You don't have to tell me Jeff. We
were a team, the two of us, a
struggling editor and a struggling
lawyer. The twin champions of lost
causes, they used to call us.
Ma's told me about it a thousand
His last fight was his best, Jeff.
He and his little four-page paper
against that mining syndicate and
all to defend the right of one small
miner who stuck to his claim. You
know, they tried everything, bribery,
Yes, Ma found him slumped over his
desk that morning...
Shot in the back. I was there. I can
see him at that old roll top desk,
still with his hat on... still with
his hat on...
I know. I suppose, Mr. Paine, when a
fellow bucks up against a big
organization like that, one man by
himself can't get very far, can he?
The scene fades out.
In the TRAIN SHED (Washington D.C.), we see McGann, Paine,
Jefferson, Porters and bags.
Yeah, for the fifth time, Senator--
My pigeons--I better see about my
The porter's got them. They're coming.
Just a minute, I better make sure.
Boy! My head's like a balloon--for
two whole days. I never knew there
was so much American history.
You can't find it in racing forms,
Fine thing Jim Taylor wished on me--
show him the monuments--I need this
job like I need ten pounds.
Jeff comes back carrying the pigeons.
Here they are--I got them. They are
Well, that ends that crisis. This
At the STATION: Jeff, McGann, Paine and Porters walk in.
Susan Paine and three other girls rush in and kiss Paine and
Jeff. The girls carry little cans or boxes with milk fund
ribbons on them--in which they collect money.
I saw him first.
Jeff is utterly confused by the four girls trying to kiss
Here, here, Susan--this is Jeff Smith--
our new Senator.
I don't care to meet anybody until I
get paid--come on--come on. One dollar
each, please, for the Milk Fund.
If you don't pay quickly you'll get
(confused and searching
in his pockets)
A dollar--four dollars. Gosh! You
wouldn't settle for some keys, would
Here, Jeff, I'll advance it for you.--
Fine introduction to the nation's
(pulling out a roll)
Here, I'll take a dozen of those
things. Miss Paine.
Thank you, Mister McGann, you have a
very kind heart.
McGann "burns" at not being kissed.
This is my daughter, Susan, and her
friends--Senator Jefferson Smith.
How do you do?
Meet the new Senator.
I thought he'd be a Ranger with a
(pointing at the
What have you got there, Senator?
Pigeons--to carry messages back to
Just for the fun of it.--You see the
one that makes it back home in the
fastest time, I am going to enter in
There's romance in him.
Imagine having love notes delivered
to you by a pigeon.
At this instant two middle-aged men, slightly hard-faced,
named Cook and Griffith, descend on the party.
H'ya, Carl--h'ya, Bill!
Jeff--meet Mr. Cook and Mr. Griffith--
members of our State headquarters
Cook and Griffiths fall on Jeff, wringing his hand and again
Jeff can't get a word in. He has put his pigeons down.
Great pleasure, Senator! Yes *sir*.
Great appointment! You'll do the old
Welcome, Senator. This wild life
around here is a little different
from what you're used to. They wear
high heels! Hah! Hah!
Well, let's get started. Bill--you've
made reservations at the hotel for
the Senator and Chick--
All fixed. Same floor with you, Joe.
(with lifted eyebrows)
All right, we'll take Jeff with us--
I'm afraid we won't have room in the
car, Father. Senator Smith can follow
with Mr. McGann and the pigeons.
Well, we *must* see a lot of you,
Senator. Come, Father.
Paine is being pulled away by Susan. The girls, waving good-
bye to Jeff, follow. Griffith walks along a bit with Paine.
I've got 'im, Joe. Be right along.
PAINE AND GRIFFITH are now seen together.
Are you ready for him, Bill?
All set. Foley's rooms in the Senate
office building--nice, big clean
desk--lot of Senator stationery to
write his little boys on--and Foley's
secretary, Saunders, to make it look
like the real thing--
Good. Are the newspaper men at the
Yup--Sweeney, Flood, Farrell--waiting
Fine. The first thing to do is--
present Mr. Smith to the press--in
the *right* way. Hurry him along,
How do you feel, champ?
All right, why?
Your name's spreading like wild-fire
out here--you are the winterbook
favorite to get on the National
Oh! Go away.
Newsmen come up with cameras to photograph Paine.
JEFFERSON, MCGANN AND COOK are seen together.
All right, Senator--let's get these
bags and the livestock together--
Look! There it is!
We see what Jeff is pointing at--the CAPITOL DOME, up on
"The Hill"--framed in one of the station portals.
The Capitol Dome!
The GROUP looks at Jeff dryly.
Yes, sir--big as life. Been there
some time now.
(Busily, to porters)
All right, boys--let's go.
Jeff has taken a few steps in the direction of the Dome.
Griffith joins them, and McGann, Cook and Griffith start off
This way, Senator.
McGann, Cook and Griffith are seen moving on, not conscious
that Jeff isn't following.
Say, we thought--maybe we ought to
meet him in short pants--you know--
Cook points to the pigeons a porter carriers.
What's he bringing pigeons for?
(sour and sore)
What for? Why, suppose there's a
storm--all lines are down--how you
gonna get a message to Ma?
Cook and Griffith give McGann alarmed looks.
JEFF is seen, with his eyes fixed ahead, through the portals,
on the Dome; he is drawn unconsciously in that directions.
MCGANN, COOK AND GRIFFITH are approaching the door to the
Okay, Senator--right through here--
They all stop dead.
Where is he? Hey, Senator! What's
the matter with that cookie? I *told*
him to--. Come on, let's find him.
The three start back into the station.
The scene dissolves to the STATION, where McGann, Cook and
Griffith are coming together.
Positively not in the station! Gone!
I'll brain that guy! Well--call Paine--
Carl rushes off.
(yelling through cupped
The scene dissolves to a PHONE BOOTH, in which Carl Cook is
--Saunders! Smith hasn't showed up
at his office there, has he?... No?...
What do you mean 'the slip'?... What's
In JEFF SMITH'S OUTER OFFICE (SENATE OFFICE BUILDING) SAUNDERS
is on the phone. She is a girl in her late twenties--pretty--
and a shrewd, keen, abrupt creature--who, at the moment laughs
Nothing. Have you tried a butterfly
In the PHONE BOOTH:
Lay off, Saunders. If your feet felt
like mine... Listen--if he shows up
there--Paine's waiting at the hotel
with newspaper men--let him know
In JEFF'S OUTER OFFICE, Saunders, on the phone, is regarding
Diz Moore--a fairly young, disheveled, freckle-faced Irishman,
at the moment stretched out on the sofa.
Sure. Sure. I'll hang a light in the
steeple. One if by land--two if by
Diz--you won't believe it. Daniel
The door bursts open and a reporter called Nosey sticks his
(a fast talker)
Is this new guy Smith here yet? I
want a little interview. How about
it? Arrived yet--?
SAUNDERS AND DIZ
No! Scram! Blow!
Nosey slams out.
How do you *like* this! You don't
suppose that ranger met up with some
kids--and took 'em for a hike!
That--or he's out blazing trails.
He'll show up.
Sure--sure. He must have a compass
The scene dissolves to the STATION, where McGann, Cook and
Griffith are very tired men.
(mopping his brow)
--that dummy wandered off and got
hit by a taxi! Bill--call the
Bill runs off, McGann yelling after him.
And while you're at it, get me a
Let's send out a pigeon!
Blow a bugle!
The exterior of the CAPITOL BUILDING is seen, in the view
from the Library of Congress side, showing both wings of
House and Senate with the steps leading up to the massive
--and there you have it, folks--the
Capitol of the United States--the
home of Congress--
IN FRONT OF THE CAPITOL, people in a bus are craning their
necks out--*and we find Jeff among them*! A spieler is
standing in front near the driver, speaking through a small
Yes, *sir*! You are looking at the
building where your law-makers have
sat since the time of Washington--
In the BUS, Jeff looks at the Spieler suddenly.
Since the time of Adams--not
How's that, buddy?
I said--I mean--Washington didn't
live to see it finished. Congress
didn't move here from Philadelphia
till eighteen hundred.
(trying to scare him
out of his facts)
Oh--you're *sure* of that now?
Yes. Washington laid the cornerstone
though--wearing an apron for the
ceremony that was embroidered by
(Quickly to driver)
Let's *go* Henry.
The driver throws the bus into gear as the spieler gives
Jefferson a dirty look.
Now, on your right, folks--you see
the Library of Congress--
All heads turn to look out of the right side of the bus, and
the exterior of the CONGRESSIONAL LIBRARY is seen as the bus
--greatest library in the world.
Five million books and two and a
half-million maps, charts, and musical
In the BUS, JEFFERSON, seen closely, is looking at the
building in an awed manner.
You left out the most important thing!
That's where you see the Constitution
and the Declaration of Independence!
The SPIELER is seen getting pretty sore at this kind of thing.
As the gentleman says--without anybody
asking him--that's where you see
those original, priceless documents--
the Constitution and Declaration of
(To Jeff, sarcastically)
Much obliged, my friend. You're a
great help to me. Let's *go*, Henry!
The scene dissolves to a series of views (a TRAVEL MONTAGE)
of the Washington monuments as Jeff sees them--his amazement
and reverence on seeing the Supreme Court Building, the White
House, the Washington Monuments, Constitution Avenue, and so
Then the LINCOLN MEMORIAL comes to view and JEFF is seen
walking up the steps--eyes fixed ahead wonderingly. Soon he
approaches the top steps and now his is on the floor of the
shrine. Suddenly he stops dead, and the full figure of LINCOLN
comes to view--the huge, overpowering figure, seated in that
great armchair. It is an almost breathing sculpture of the
great, humane man, looking out.
JEFFERSON, seen closely, is over-awed and reverent, looking
up at the face. With mechanical steps he comes forward,
against a background of enormous columns which shed a powerful
solemnity upon the scene. He comes forward slowly and stops,
and the words on the statue appear:
IN THIS TEMPLE
AS IN THE HEARTS OF THE PEOPLE
FOR WHOM HE SAVED THE UNION
THE MEMORY OF ABRAHAM
IS ENSHRINED FOREVER
JEFFERSON has his heart in his mouth. His head turns slowly
to the left.
On the LEFT WALL, the Second Inaugural Address of Lincoln,
carved in the stone, appears, and JEFFERSON'S head turns
back to Lincoln. He quotes in a half-voice--looking up as
though he heard Lincoln say it:
'--with malice toward none, with
charity for all--with firmness in
the right as God gives us to see the
He breaks off and turns his head to the right.
Then at the RIGHT WALL, the Gettysburg Address, carved in
stone, appears, and JEFFERSON, turning back to the figure of
Lincoln, again recites:
'--that these dead shall not have
died in vain--that this nation, under
LINCOLN'S FIGURE is seen at close range as Jefferson's voice
'--have a new birth of freedom--and
that Government of the people, by
the people, for the people--shall
not perish from the earth...'
While Jefferson says these words and while we hold on the
face of the man who uttered them the scene dissolves slowly.
JEFF'S SENATE OUTER OFFICE is seen at dusk; the light is
murky. Saunders is pacing a groove in the carpet; Diz Moore
is still reclining on the sofa.
Getting on to dinner, isn't it, pal?
I give that Trail Blazer five more
minutes to show up--
(turning on the desk
--*five more minutes*!
The phone rings.
(indicating the ringing
Well--who d'you take this time--Paine,
Bill, Carl--or McGann?
Hey--you're into me for a buck
already. I say--McGann. Shoot the
Okay. For the dollar, I give you
McGann *and* Bill and Carl. I got
(Picking up the phone)
Hello... Oh, yes.
Saunders does a 'gimme' gesture at Diz.
No, not yet, Senator Paine--not hide
nor hair of the man. You mean to say
the boys haven't--?
Eight to five Little Boy Blue is
(into the phone)
Well, why don't they try the police--
get some blood hounds--or Indian
In a CORNER OF THE PAINE HOTEL APARTMENT, Paine is on the
telephone, and is smiling.
As a last resort, maybe... Now wait,
Saunders--you *can't* leave there!
The one place he knows in this city--
is the Senate office--and you stay
there and wait... it isn't *that*
In JEFF'S OUTER OFFICE:
(into the phone)
All right--then another half hour.
Just *one* half hour, Senator.
She hangs up angrily and storms away.
Why don't I quit? Why don't I pick
up and walk out of here?
She passes Diz, grabbing the dollar bill which he holds up
like a torch--and goes right on talking.
Tell me why!
(looking at his empty
Well, because you're doing all right
at the minute.
When Foley died, why didn't I clear
out? How many times, did you hear me
say I was fed up on politics and--?
But *no*--I let 'em talk me into
staying. Secretary to a leader of
little squirts. Why? Because I need
the job and a new suit of clothes.
Would you settle for a husband?
What's this, Diz?
That old standing offer from Diz
Moore--Poet of Washington
You know--Mrs. Diz Moore.
She is walking furiously, her mind only half on what Diz is
Oh--that again. Yeah.
I would cherish you--and stay sober.
Diz, you're a swell playmate--but--.
Maybe if I saw you once with your
hair combed, or something--or--no,
no--I don't think even that would do
Well, if you're sure it wouldn't--no
use combing my hair for nothing.
No--don't do it. I'm sure. The truth
is, Diz--there's no man I've seen
yet or--must be something wrong with
me. I've been feeling low for weeks.
You got worms.
You know--little worms--ambition.
Yeah. Should have seen me seven years
ago--when I came to this town. *Now*
what am I?--chambermaid to the Pied
Piper of Jackson City; *Honorary*
appointment! Scratch this thing an
you'll find they wanted a dope here
for two months.
There is a knock on the door.
The door doesn't open at once.
The door opens slowly and Jefferson's head pokes in.
What is it?
Office of--Senator Smith?
(looks at number on
The man downstairs said number--
Startled and scared, Jeff backs out, closing the door.
(to Diz, picking up
where she left off)
Yup--they must have picked the prize
(Then, struck by
at the door)
*Wait* a minute! That wouldn't be--
She makes a beeline for the door, yanking it open.
In the CORRIDOR, Jeff is gazing around at the door numbers
bewilderedly--when Saunders appears.
What's your name?
She makes a run and a grab for him.
Oh--oh! Come right in! Yes, indeed.
Right this way--
She pulls him into the office, Jeff alarmed and speechless.
In the OFFICE, Saunders is seen dragging him in, her movements
Now, hold it, Senator. Stay right
where you are. Don't go 'way--
And she rushes for the phone. Diz' feet come off the sofa
with a thud.
(into the phone,
Hello--hello. Helen! Get the Shoreham--
Paine's apartment. Hurry, will you!
She holds the phone.
Is--is something the matter?
(Then with heavy
My dear *Senator*--it may be customary
out on the prairie to take French
leave of people and not be heard of
again for five hours--
Gee--I'm sorry about that, Miss--you
*are* Miss Saunders, aren't you?
Yes, I'm Saunders--and this is Mr.
Moore--a member of the press. Meet
the *Senator*, Mr. Moore.
(seizing Diz' hand)
Pleased to meet you, sir.
(wincing under the
How do you do, Senator? I see you
Made it? Oh! Yes. Silly of me--you
see, what happened was--
(suddenly into the
phone, with heavy
Hello... Yes, Senator Paine. Yes.
Right here. Just came in--under his
own power... Yes--he's sober--that's
the very next thing on the schedule...
Yes, sir, I'll have him right over.
She hangs up, and comes forward to Jefferson.
Gee, I'm sorry. You see, it wasn't
until I was fairly well along in the
bus that I realized--
Did you say--bus?
One of those sightseers--you know.
You see, I--gosh, I've never been
called absent-minded or... but there
it was all of a sudden--looking right
at me through one of the station
There *what* was?
The Dome--the Capitol Dome--
Saunders just looks at Diz with wide eyes.
--big as life--sparkling away there
under the sun. I--I started walking
toward it--and there was a bus outside--
and--well--I--I just naturally got
Most natural thing in the world!
I don't believe I've been so thrilled
in my--oh, and that Lincoln Memorial!
Gee! There he is--Mr. Lincoln--looking
right at you as you come up the steps--
sitting there like he was waiting
for someone to come along--
Well--he's got nothing on me.
She turns away and starts for her hat and coat.
Now, if you're ready, Senator, we
can start for the hotel. I'll *see*
that you get there.
(with a laugh)
Yes--I think maybe you'd better.
The scene dissolves to the interior of the TAXICAB with
JEFFERSON AND SAUNDERS, Jefferson looking out of the windows,
seeing what he can see, even though it's night; Saunders
giving him an impatient, martyred look.
Whose statue is that?
I wouldn't know in the *day time*.
Suddenly he leans over Saunders and points excitedly out her
side of the cab.
The Capitol Dome! Lighted up!
(gently pushing him
You--uh--you better relax, Senator.
You'll be plumb wore out.
Tell me, Miss Saunders--what time
does the Senate--uh--what do they
Convene--that's it--yes. I got to
pick up some of those parliamentary
words. I imagine a fellow can get
pretty lost in the Senate without
(more or less under
With or without 'em.
Twelve--noon. The Senate convenes at
(breaking in--full of
Gosh--that'll be something! You know
what I better do in the morning?
No. What had you better--?
Go out to Mount Vernon. It'd be a
sort of fine thing to do--see
Washington's home just before walking
into the Senate for the first time--
don't you think?
Oh--a wonderful thing--yes. Get you
right in the mood--yes--yes.
Just then, the cab pulls over toward the curb and Saunders
Oh--and *here* we are, Senator! Well,
well, well! At last!
The cab stops and a uniformed doorman opens the cab door on
Now we see the HOTEL CURB, THE CAB, THE FOOTMAN, and JEFF
looking out of the cab. Coming out of the hotel is a party
in evening dress--white mufflered, top-hatted man--and women
After you. Do you mind?
Jeff stares at the party, at the footman--then up at the
This is *it*, Senator!
In the CAB:
No, gee--I couldn't stay here--
I mean--gosh--I wouldn't be
comfortable in a--I--I haven't got
clothes and things like that--and--I
couldn't keep pigeons *there*--No--I--
I just--just wouldn't be--
And he pulls the cab door closed.
Where to, Mister?
Where to, Miss Saunders?
(at the end of her
Where? Why, the wide open spaces!
The scene dissolves to a PHONE BOOTH, with SAUNDERS
--all I know is, he refused to go
into your hotel, Senator Paine--and
not having my lasso with me, I didn't
know how to *make* him.
In PAINE'S HOTEL APARTMENT, Paine is on the phone, with McGann
in the background.
What did you do? Where did he go?
In the PHONE BOOTH:
Well--finally--after a substantial
tour of the city, he saw a sort of
boarding house, built nice and close
to the ground. That's what he wanted--
and that's where you're to send his
bags--Eleven B Street, Northeast. Oh--
and don't forget the pigeons!
In PAINE'S HOTEL APARTMENT:
And that's where you *left* him?
In the PHONE BOOTH:
(with weary sarcasm)
...Oh, he's perfectly all right.
Going to stay in and write to Ma
tonight... Ma. Ma. Don't you know
Ma? And then he'll take his swig of
Castoria and go to sleep... I'd rather
not think about the morning right
now, if you don't mind. Goodnight,
(She hangs up)
In PAINE'S HOTEL APARTMENT, Paine hangs up the phone.
Eleven B Street, Northeast. Take his
bags and your own right over--and
get yourself a room in the same place--
Listen, Joe--at least--after a day
like this--I got one good bust coming
before I start showing him monuments--
He is interrupted by Susan, who comes dashing in excitedly,
all dressed to go out.
For heaven's sake--will someone please
get those pigeons out of this
apartment! They're smelling up the
The scene dissolves to a RESTAURANT BAR, with Saunders and
Diz hopped up on stools. Saunders is grimly and angrily
I'm still asking myself--what is he--
animal, vegetable, or mineral? A
Senator! A United States Senator! I
thought I'd seen everything but--
why, he doesn't know what time it
is, Diz! When I think of myself
sitting around--playing straight for
all that phoney, patriotic chatter--
*me*, carrying bibs for an infant
with little flags in his fists--no,
I can't take it, Diz--I'm through--I
Sure--sure--wait a minute now--simmer
NOSEY, at this point, saunters up to the bar, his back to
(breaking out again)
Why--do you know what he's going to
do before taking that Senate seat
tomorrow? He's going to Mount Vernon--
to get into the mood--a *warm up*!
Nosey swings around in a flash and pushes his face right in.
Who? Who? Your boss! A nut, huh? A
nut! Wow! There's a *story* in this
guy--! I smelled it!
Go away, Nosey.
Saunders--it's meat and drink--lemme
at 'im! Five minutes--! I'll make it
right with you!
Will you go chase an ambulance!
What do I *mean*, huh? Uh--*I'll*
tell ya--World's Series--a pass! In
a month it's worth fifteen bucks!
Hey--you're not *talking* to this
Nothin'! Beat it!
Look, Nosey--your pals would like to
get in on this, wouldn't they?
Hey--I wanna *scoop*!
Well, that's out. Either it's *lots*
of reporters and *lots* of tickets
or--. Now will you go and call 'em
before I change my mind about the
Okay. See you here.
He charges off. Saunders clambers down off the stool. Diz
grabs her arm.
Kid--wait--what do you think you're
going to do?
Get my *whole* fall outfit--and quit
this job in style!
Now, you've got more sense than to
put Nosey onto this guy--!
Wait--wait. Let's see--watchdog McGann--
he's bound to move right in--get him
out of the way first--
Pardon me, friend--I've got some
telephoning to do--!
(And she rushes off)
The scene dissolves to a PHONE BOOTH, with SAUNDERS on the
(laying on a Southern
Mr. McGann?... This is Miss Lulu
In MCGANN'S ROOM, MCGANN is on the phone; behind him, his
suitcases are open.
In the PHONE BOOTH:
Oh, you don't know *me*, Mr. McGann--
but I've seen *you* in Washington
before--and I think you're awfully
cute. Mr. Griffith told me you got
in and maybe you were a little lonely--
In MCGANN'S ROOM:
(taking it big)
Did, huh? Well, now, he's not wrong
at all... Tonight? Sister, that's
just what the doctor ordered... Whoa,
wait a minute--
He looks off, and through a partly opened door leading into
Jeff's room. Jeff appears standing at the window with one of
his pigeons, while McGann is heard on the phone.
I'm not sure I can make that, Lulu.
Hold on a second, will you?
(He puts his hand
over the mouthpiece,
and calls out)
Say--Senator! How're you fixed--I
mean--uh--you're gonna stay in and
write to Ma and the boys, like you
In JEFF'S ROOM, JEFF is inserting a small roll of paper in a
little metal container on the pigeon's leg.
Not going out or anything?
In MCGANN'S ROOM:
(yelling to Jeff)
Atta boy. Right into bed for a nice
long sleep. Me, too.
Okay, Toots! When and where?
In the PHONE BOOTH, Saunders is still speaking.
(into the phone)
Now isn't that nice! Let's say the
Mayflower lobby, Mr. McGann--in a
half hour... What I *look* like?
Well, I got red hair and--oh, that's
all right--I know what *you* look
like--you cute thing. Goodbye.
(She hangs up)
In MCGANN'S ROOM, McGann hangs up, tiptoes over quickly and
closes the door to Jeff's room, then makes a dash for his
Boy, oh, boy! Red Hair! McGann--you
fell into something!
The scene dissolves to the HOTEL LOBBY at night, and MCGANN
is seen watching for his date, but in JEFFERSON'S BOARDING
HOUSE SITTING ROOM there is a startling tableau: Jeff is
standing in the center of this rather homely, anciently
appointed sitting room, surrounded by ten or a dozen newspaper
men, three or four of whom have cameras. A woman reporter is
present. Nosey is leading the circus as the main interrogator
and master of ceremonies. Cameras are flashing, while
Jefferson is posing, pleased and happy and proud.
That's it. Right like that. Chin up
a little, Senator--please. Hold it!
Then the cameras relax and questions pop.
Tell us about yourself, Senator!
Hear you got a Boy's Club back home!
Any ideas? Going to make things hum
in the Senate, huh?
(holding his hands
Hold on, fellows--I'm not used to
more then one question at a time--
One moment, friends, let's give the
Senator a break.
Now, where'd you say you studied
Well--I haven't needed much law so
far--what I'd like to get first is a
little common sense--
What did he say?
You don't need law--you need *common*
Reporters make rapid notes.
What are you going to do while you're
Any special ax to grind?
A pet idea--you know--pension bill--
save the buffalo--you've got *one*
notion you think would be good for
this country, haven't you?
Well--I have got *one* idea--
Ah! That's more like it! What?
Well--for a couple of years now--I--
I've thought it would be a wonderful
thing to have a National Boys' Camp
out in our State--
A camp! Well!
You see--if we could take the poor
kids off the streets--out of cities--
a few months in the summer--learn
something about Nature and American
Marvelous! And what would this camp
set the Government back?
Oh--nothing--nothing. My idea is--
for the Government to lend us the
money--and the boys'll pay it back--
sending in a penny or a nickel--no
more than a dime--no, gosh--the
Government's got enough on its hands
The Government's putting dough in
too many places *now*!
(as they make notes)
You don't say! Well, well!
What do you think of the girls in
our town, Senator?
Well--I haven't seen many--oh--well--
Miss Susan Paine--she's about the
prettiest girl I--I *ever* saw--
How about some more pictures, Senator?
Yeah! How about it? You're a nature
lover. Do you handle any of that
Well--I can *manage*--
What about bird calls! Know any?
Swell! Well! Come right ahead! Let
'em fly, Senator!
As Jeff laughs, preparing to do his stuff--and as the cameras
are made ready--
The scene dissolves to the HOTEL LOBBY. McGann, looking at
his watch, is sore as a boil by this time. Glaring off, his
attention is arrested. He starts forward. At the SWINGING
DOOR, a cute little girl has just come through and stands.
McGann marches up to her.
Well! About time, toots! Redhead or
no readhead--keeping a guy waiting
two hours is no--
(Looking her over,
relaxing, and grabbing
Good thing you're as cute as you
are, or I'd--
A big six-footer, with football shoulders, comes swinging
in. The girl leaps to his side. McGann at once realizes a
hideous mistake has been made somewhere--and it's too late.
Wally fixes him with a deadly stare and advances to do murder.
McGann starts backing away in alarm as the scene dissolves
amid a dash of music.
A NEWSPAPER FRONT PAGE come to view. It reveals a full-length
picture of Jeff, and then the caption:
SENATOR (RANGER) SMITH
Demands More Common Sense--
Less Law In Government
This dissolves to ANOTHER HEADLINE:
No Money Left for Boy's Camp
In SAUNDER'S ROOM, Saunders is drinking her morning coffee--
looking at the morning papers. She nearly chokes as she stares
at the paper.
This scene dissolves to MCGANN'S ROOM, with McGann, half-
dressed, one eye bandaged, staring at a paper. A NEWS PICTURE
comes to view, showing Jeff kneeling over a little fire of
sticks. The caption reads:
MAKES CAMP FIRE--SHOWS HOW
HE'LL PUT THE HEAT ON CONGRESS
MCGANN, shirt-tails flying, tears for the door to Jeff's
room. It is empty.
(Clapping a hand to
The scene dissolves to a NEWSPAPER PICTURE of Jefferson
imitating a bird-call eyes bulging--while his two hands appear
to be gripping his nose as if warding off a bad odor. The
RANGER SENATOR GETS FIRST
"WHIFF" OF OFFICIAL WASHINGTON
In the DINING ROOM OF PAINE'S HOTEL APARTMENT, Paine and
Susan are at breakfast, Paine's eyes glued wildly to the
paper; Susan also holds a paper and laughs.
His first 'whiff'!
Such pretty knees for a big boy!
Do I actually *see* this--?
Listen, Father! "Young Lochinvar
smitten with Susan Paine"!
The scene dissolves to PAINE'S PRIVATE OFFICE as Saunders
enters and Paine rises from behind his desk.
You want to see me, Senator?
Yes. Good morning, Saunders.
(Picking up the
Have you--uh--any idea how this
The ranger's notices? No idea at
(with good humor)
No--I'm sorry. I merely saw him home.
I'm not supposed to tuck him in and
give him his bottle. That's McGann's
By the way, Mr. McGann just phoned--
in a high fever. Smith's gone again.
Have you any idea where?
Yes. He went to Mount Vernon to give
himself a patriotic address.
Well--that's very fine.
Saunders, some person in your office
says you've quit--
Oh, now--that won't do--
Look, Senator--I wasn't given a brain
just to tell a Boy Ranger what time
it is. What do you need me for? Get
somebody else--get a registered nurse--
You're the best nurse I can think of--
I meant it for one. I meant--Sam
Foley couldn't get along without you--
and neither can I at the moment--
You see--Governor Hopper made an
appointment in this case that--well,
Jeff isn't exactly fitted to the
work, let's say. He's here to see
monuments--and pass the time. That's
important to--to my work--and
everybody concerned. So, someone who
can be trusted has to occupy him and
keep him out of trouble--
And I'm an old hand at following
You're more than that. I've had
example of the fact that wild horses
couldn't pull confidential matter in
these two offices out of you. That's
why I tell you what I do--about Smith
and this situation. So, you see--
Yeah--I see I'm right where I've
been for seven years--
You deserve a lot better. And I'll
tell you what we'll do. Stay and
play nurse, as you say--and if certain
things happen I'm taking everybody
up with me, and you'll get one of
the biggest jobs in Washington.
And what else?
What do you mean?
Well, when I first came to Washington,
my eyes were big, blue question marks--
now they're big, green dollar marks--
I see. All right. You finish this
job properly--and you get a handsome
Saunder's face lights up with interest.
And by *properly* I mean--stay away
with Smith every minute--keep him
away from anything that smacks of
politics--see that there's no
recurrence of things like these
The scene dissolves to the SENATE LOBBY, an elevator corridor
leading to the Senate chamber. A CLOCK shows 11:45. Then,
Saunders and Jefferson are seen as they emerge from the
elevator and start forward. People crowd the corridor--there
is surging activity--an air of excitement. Jeff, baffled,
looking around, suddenly looks ahead and stops dead.
Saunders! That's it! We're here!
In the SENATE CHAMBER, seen through the entrance doors, people
are seated in and entering galleries; Senators are walking,
standing in groups, talking; some are at their desks.
On the FLOOR OF THE SENATE CHAMBER, a Page is leading
Jefferson to his desk. Jeff is more agape now than before.
All around him are Senators--in groups or seated. Most of
them are at their desks now. The Page brings him a desk, on
a minority side and way at the rear. Heads turn to follow
Here you are, Senator. Not a bad
desk, either. Daniel Webster used to
Daniel Webster? Sat here? Say--that
man was a great orator.
Give you something to shoot at,
Senator--if you figure on doing any
Not me, sonny. I'm just going to sit
around and listen.
(Picking up calendar)
Calendar for the day. You'll find
the Senate Manual in the drawer.
Anything else you want, just snap
for a page.
Where's the Majority Leader?
The Majority Leader? Right over there.
And that's [ ] the Minority
Leader. They're both pretty good in
Uh-huh. And where's the Press Galery?
Right up there over the Vice-
President's chair--the four in the
front row represent the four big
news services. You've met the press
bunch, haven't you?
Oh, yes--they're fine people--regular
Look out for those fellows--they
tell the truth about you--sometimes.
That corner over there is reserved
for guides and sightseers who come
in for five minutes to rest their
feet. That section over there is
reserved for Senator's friends. The
front row--the empty one--is for the
President and White House guests--
see that old couple over there--
they've attended every session for
the last twenty years. Over the clock
back here is the Diplomatic section.
They and the page boys are the only
real class we have in this place.
The rest are mostly people who come
here like they go to the zoo--
Those busts up there--all around the
wall--who are they, sonny?
All the ex-vice-Presidents. You can
get ten-to-one around here if you
think you can remember their names.
The Vice-President presides over the
Senate--you know that. It's how he
earns his pay. Oh--over there, Senator--
on the east side of the Chair we
still have the old snuff boxes with
real snuff in them if you like snuff.
Thanks very much, sonny--
I'll take your hat into the cloak
Here--let me give you a Boy Ranger
Swell. Thanks very much.
(He takes Jeff's hand)
Good luck, Senator. Keep your left
Jeff, looking up toward the Press Gallery, sees Saunders and
waves to her.
PAINE comes to Jeff.
Hello, Jeff--sorry, I've been on a
committee all morning. Got your
credentials--when the Vice-President
calls you, you go down that center
aisle and I'll meet you there--he's
about ready to come in now, Jeff.
Paine pats Jeff's shoulder and moves away. Senators are
separating and making for their seats. Jeff excitedly sits
After a full view of the CHAMBER, showing people subsiding
into their seats all over the gallery, we see the gray, small
PRESIDENT of the Senate. He has a mild, humorful face.
Everything is in order in front of him as he looks out over
the body of the Senate and picks up the small ivory gavel-
head. His eyes look off intently at something. He raises his
gavel a the long hand of the CLOCK that comes to view jumps
to twelve o'clock exactly. Two gavel pounds are heard.
(pounding twice again)
The Senate will come to order!
The body is lulled, though a few members are walking to their
desks. Then the Senator occupying the desk traditionally
used by the majority leader (front and center and on the
right side of the aisle) rises.
I ask unanimous consent that the
reading of the journal of the previous
calendar day be dispensed with and
the journal stand approved.
Is there objection?
The journal stands approved.
JEFFERSON is seen in close view, his attention darting from
one point to the other.
I suggest the absence of a quorum.
The clerk will call the roll.
At the ROSTRUM, the Chief Clerk proceeds to call the roll
and Senator's voices answer to their names--"here" or
The Clerk is next seen passing up the roll sheet to the
President, who looks at it.
Eighty Senators have answered to
their names. A quorum is present.
I present the credentials of Honorable
Jefferson Smith who has just been
appointed Senator by the Governor of
A page takes the credentials from Paine's hand and takes
them to the desk.
The Senator-designate is present--
JEFFERSON looks startled.
...and I ask that the oath of office
be administered to him at this time.
The PRESIDENT is picking up what are evidently Jefferson's
If the Senator-designate will present
himself at the desk, the oath will
JEFFERSON, swallowing, frightened, is glued to his seat for
an instant. People in the Gallery and the Senate turn to
look for him; among them are Saunders and, in the Press
Section, Diz. A few of the Senators consult the newspapers
on their desks, significantly.
PAINE rises, motioning to Jefferson to get to his feet, and
JEFFERSON, on seeing him, gets up unsteadily. Paine starting
to the back, indicating that he is to follow him, Jefferson
advances to the rear of the center aisle where Paine is now
waiting for him. Then both of them start down the aisle toward
the Rostrum--while the people (including Saunders, the Press,
and groups of Senators) watch them advance, some of the
Senators appearing tight-lipped and disapproving. Aware of
the eyes on him, JEFFERSON, in the company of PAINE, arrives
at the lower level of the Rostrum, while the people of the
press rise to look over their desks at the ceremony. Then
Paine indicates to Jefferson to mount one more step to the
level just below the President's desk. But as Jefferson makes
the designated step up, and the President is about to rise,
a voice cracks out from somewhere out in the Chamber.
Mr. President! I rise to a question
All turn to the Senator who has risen. Jefferson, standing
before the President, turns to look back.
The gentleman will state it.
(who is now seen in
I seek to ascertain, Mr. President,
if the gentleman about to be sworn
in is fully aware of the
responsibilities of his high office--
and that the members of this body
strive to conduct themselves at all
We see JEFFERSON, his puzzlement deepening as he hears the
--with dignity and sincerity.
The SENATOR is seen gesturing with a newspaper.
I refer to his astounding and
shameless performance for the
newspapers this morning.
PAINE is seen wincing (he knew this was coming) as he listens.
A *versatile* performance, I grant
There are titters from all over the house. The PRESIDENT
brings the gavel down, and looks up at the gallery.
Order in the chamber.
(while the entire
chamber is visible)
--but one that brings his rank down
to the level of a side-show
entertainer--and reflects on the
sincerity, if not the *sanity*, of
the highest body of lawmakers in the
(Waving the paper)
I seek to learn if this is the
gentleman's conception of the nature
of his office!
JEFF turns impulsively to the PRESIDENT.
I don't understand, sir! I don't
know what the gentleman--
The Senator has no voice in this
chamber until the oath of office has
Mr. President! I will answer the
gentleman! My colleague was innocent
in the matter referred to. He was
completely misquoted. I *know*
Jefferson Smith--and I will *vouch*
for it--he has the greatest possible
respect for his office and for these
A SENATOR'S VOICE
(eyes on Jefferson
with sympathy; bangs
The swearing in of the Senator-
designate is the order of business!
(He rises. The chamber
is in full view)
The gentleman will raise his right
hand and repeat after me the following
Jefferson does as bid. The President recites the oath, and
Jefferson repeats after him:
"I do solemnly swear--that I will
support and defend the Constitution
of the United States--against all
enemies, foreign and domestic--that
I will bear true faith and allegiance
to the same--that I take this
obligation freely--without and mental
reservation and purpose of evasion--
and that I will well and faithfully
discharge the duties of the office
on which I am about to enter. So
help me God."
"So help me God."
Senator, you can talk all you want
The President shakes hands with Jefferson. Paine shakes his
hand, then, guides him down one step to the clerk where
Jefferson, dazed, understands that he is to sign the register.
Then Jefferson and Paine start back up the center aisle, all
eyes following them, and ripples of laughter breaking out
from all over the Chamber.
JEFFERSON is seen making his way back up the aisle. Suddenly
he snatches up a paper from a desk he passes, and his eyes
fasten on the headlines. He continues to walk, reading--his
jaw muscles tightening--then he looks up into the Press
The scene now dissolves to a MONTAGE, first the headlines
appearing over Jeff's incredulous expression as he reads. He
starts walking--hands clenched, murder in his eye--he meets
a reporter of the night before, grabs him, socks him and
marches on. He meets another one in a different place--socko
again! Finally he smacks Nosey--and marches on--. Next we
see a pair of DOORS, on which is printed "Press Club," and
when these doors are pushed aside violently the PRESS CLUB
BAR is visible as Jeff stands glaring. Newspaper men are at
the bar and at tables ranged along the wall. Conversation--
smoke. Sweeney, Farrell, Flood, Summers and Diz are there--
NOSEY appears with Diz and Sweeney, at one of the tables.
He's on a rampage. The streets aren't
safe. I came up here to--
(Looking toward door
Heads turn in that direction, as Jeff starts toward Nosey.
When he gets within five steps, he suddenly lunges forward
and grabs him. He draws his right hand back to hit--the boys
leap in--and a free-for-all is on. Chairs and tables go over.
Finally, Jeff is swarmed under--down on his back on the long
seat against the wall while Nosey is under a table.
Wait a minute...
Take it easy, Senator...
We don't go in for slugging around
If you can behave yourself now...
Jeff stop struggling.
(from under a table)
Meet Senator Smith, boys.
They pile off Jeff--who sits up slowly, looking the worse
for wear. His pugnacity is gone, and he is calm, hurt and
You act like a man with something on
What's the idea--charging in like
that on the gentlemen of the Press--
*Gentlemen*! Gentlemen are supposed
to believe in something decent.
Instead of twisting facts and making
a joke of everything--why don't you
tell the people the *truth* for a
Well, the man wants the truth!
"What *is* truth?" asked so-and-so,
and turned away!
That's what I said--the *truth*!
How'll you have it--dished out--or
in a bottle?
Well, if that's what you want, Senator--
sit down--. We'll see what we can
There isn't a chance I'd find it
Why--*truth* is the *business* of a
few of us correspondents, Senator--
Leaving out the Noseys, of course--
Yes? And the people of this country
pick up their papers--and what do
Well--*this morning* they read that
an incompetent clown arrived in
Washington parading like a member of
Jeff makes a leap for Diz.
The men are on him and push him back.
Come on, now--that's enough of that.
If you thought as much of being honest--
as you do of being smart--!
Honest! Why, we're the only ones who
can *afford* to be honest about what
*we* tell the voters. We don't have
to be re-elected, like politicians--
For instance, we tell 'em when the
phonies, crackpots and hillbillies
come here to make their laws--
And if it's the *truth* you want--
what are *you* doing in the Senate?
What do *you* know about laws--and
making laws--and what the people
I--I don't *pretend* to know!
Then what are you doing in the Senate?
What's he *doing*? Why--*honorary*
Sure! *I* see! When the country needs
men up there who *know* and have
courage--like it never did before--
he's just going to decorate a chair
and get himself *honored*--!
Oh, but he'll *vote*! Sure. Like his
colleague tells him--
Yes, *sir*--like a Christmas tiger.
He'll nod his head and vote 'yes'.
You're not a Senator! You're an
honorary *stooge*! And should be
Have a drink, Senator!
As the last crack hits, Jeff gets to his feet like a shot,
as if ready to kill. The men stand firm and Jeff stops dead.
He glares around; they stare back in contempt. Jeff's anger
flows away. He finally says quietly:
(after a pause)
And he starts grimly for the door--the men falling aside
quietly to let him through.
The scene dissolves to PAINE'S LIVING ROOM, with JEFFERSON
speaking tensely to PAINE.
I mean, sir--if I'm going to stay in
the Senate--I ought to know what I'm
doing--at least, I ought to try to
study the Bills that are coming up--
The *Bills*? Jeff--let me advise you--
as your father would--politics is a
business--sometimes a cruel business.
In your time here, you couldn't even
start on those Bills. They're put
together by legal minds--after a
long study. Why, after twenty years,
I can't understand half of them
myself. No, really, Jeff--in your
Well, then--I--I don't feel I can
Jeff, look--didn't you say something
to the papers about wanting to create
a National Boys' camp? Were you in
earnest about that?
Yes, I was--
Well, why not do it? There's a job
for you. Get a Bill started to
accomplish it--present it to Congress--
it would be a great experience--
Senator Paine, if I could do just
that one thing while I'm here, I--
I'd feel that I--
What's to stop you? Saunders will
help you with it--
I will, sir! I will!
(Taking Paine's hand)
I--I don't know how to thank you. I
knew, if any man could help me--
Thank you, sir. Thank you for your
Here--where are you running off to?
Well, I'm sort of anxious to get
back to the office--
Susan, looking quite ravishing, appears suddenly.
Jefferson dropped in for a minute,
(with a distinct lack
How nice. How do you do, Senator?
eyes fastened on the
How--how do you do, Miss Paine?
(With reference to
I--I apologize for looking like this--
I--I have to be going now--
How are the pigeons?
Oh, Miss Paine, I--I want to apologize--
what the papers said I said about
you--that wasn't true. I--I would
never say a thing like that.
(with tongue in cheek)
Did you hear, Father? He didn't mean
it when he said I was beautiful.
Then you *did* say it.
No--I mean--yes--that is--
In a great perspiring fuss, he drops the subject like a hot
coal, comes to Paine quickly and seizes his hand.
Well, goodbye, sir--and thank you
(Starting to back
toward the foyer as
he speaks to Susan)
Well--it--it was nice seeing you,
Jeff is still backing.
Goo-goodnight, Miss Paine.
(To Paine again)
And at this point he backs right into a delicate side-table
with a lamp on it. Table and lamp go down with a crash.
He scrambles to pick up the table and lamp. There's been no
(as he picks things
I'm sorry! Gee! I hope--
That's all right, my boy--don't bother--
(Straightens lamp on
Well--looks good as new. If there
*is* any damage, I'll--
Good as new! It's quite all right--
Jeff starts backing into the foyer again.
Goodnight, Miss Paine.
Jeff turns like a rabbit and heads for the hall door. We
hear it slam. Susan laughs loudly. Paine looks toward the
Well, at the expense of some of the
furniture, Susan--you've made another
What! Not Ol' Honest Abe!
And Honest Abe's ideals. A rare man--
The scene dissolves to JEFF'S OUTER OFFICE, at night, with
Saunders at her desk, as McGann comes charging in, perspired
Well! Hear anything? Any sign of
How'd you like a punch in the nose?
That's what he's been doing since
last heard from.
Whaddaya mean! What did *I* have to
do with it? I don't blame the guy.
(Sinking into chair,
Wow! Twenty-four hours in this town
and nothing but dog-fights! And things
aren't bad enough--last night I have
to get a run-around from some wise
over a southern accent)
My, my--you sho' are pahwerfully
upset, Mister McGann--but you' awfully
Yeah? Well, when I get my hands on a
red-headed doll with a southern lingo,
He breaks off--her southern accent just sinking through. The
look he throws is quietly terrific. At this instant, a lively,
whistled rendition of "Dixie"--out in the corridor--breaks
in on them.
As the door is swung open, JEFF bursts in, marching in step
to his spirited whistle. He marches right up to the astounded
Saunders and McGann--and finishes his whistle with a flourish.
(in high spirits)
You should hear our Ranger Band rattle
that off--if you want to *hear*
something! Good evening, Miss
Saunders. Good evening Mister McGann.
(finding his voice)
H'ya, Senator. I--I've sorta been
looking for you--
Will you come in a minute, Miss
He starts for the private office.
Uh--Senator--I thought you and me
might go out to dinner together--and
grab off a few monuments.
Oh, I couldn't tonight. Thanks a
Saunders follows Jeff.
In JEFF'S PRIVATE OFFICE: he enters, marching to his desk.
Saunders comes slowly toward him, after closing the door.
I had a lot to do with that little
press conference last night--
Well, then, I--I *thank* you, Miss
Saunders! Nothing better could have
happened--. Yes *sir*, Miss Saunders,
we're going right ahead with it!
We're going right ahead with--*what*?
Why, the Bill--the Bill--to make a
National Boys' Camp...
One moment, Senator. Do I understand
you're going to present a *Bill*?
Sure! A Bill. Senator Paine and I
decided it was the one way in the
world I could make myself--
Pardon me. Senator Paine decided
this *with* you?
Yes. Sure. It was his idea. *I* should
have been the one to think of it--
My dear Senator, have you the faintest
idea of what it takes to get a Bill
I know--but you--you're going to
If I were *triplets*, I couldn't--.
Look, Senator--let me give you a
rough idea. A member has a Bill in
mind--like you--a camp. Right?
Fine. Now, what does he do? He's got
to sit down first and write it up.
The where, when, why, how--and
everything else. That takes time--
Oh, but this one is so simple.
I see. *This* one is so simple--
And with your help--
Oh, yes. And *I'm* helping. Simple--
and I'm helping. So we knock this
off in record-breaking time of--let's
say three or four days--
Oh, just a day--
in a quiet burn)
Look--uh--I don't want to seem to be
complaining, Senator--but in all
civilized countries, there's an
institution called *dinner*--!
(laughing a little)
Oh--dinner. Yes. Well, I'm hungry,
too. I thought--maybe--we could have
something brought in--you know, like
big executives who eat off trays.
You see, we've got to light into
this and get it going--
Uh-huh. Well, dinner comes in on
trays. We're executives. And we light
into this. It is dawn. Your Bill is
ready. You go over there and introduce
You get to your feet in the Senate
and present it. Then you take the
Bill and put it in a little box--
like a letter box--on the side of
the rostrum. Just hold it between
thumb and forefinger and drop it in.
Clerks read it and refer it to the
That's how Congress--or any large
body--is run. All work has to be
done by committee.
Look--committees--small groups of
Senators--have to sift a Bill down--
look into it--study it--and report
to the whole Senate. You can't take
a Bill no one knows anything about
and discuss it among ninety-six men.
Where would you get?
Yes, I see that.
Good. Where are we?
Some committee's got it.
Yes. They give it to a *sub*-
committee, where they really give it
a going over--hold hearings--call in
people and ask questions--then report
back to the bigger committee--where
it's considered some more, changed,
amended, or whatever. Days are going
by, Senator. Days--weeks. Finally,
they think it's quite a Bill. It
goes over to the House of
Representatives for debate and a
vote. *But* it's got to wait its
turn on the calendar--
That's the order of business. Your
Bill has to stand *way* back there
in line unless the Steering Committee
decides it is important enough to be--
The Steering Committee.
Do you really think we're getting
Yes. Sure. What's a Steering
A committee of the majority party
leaders. They decide when a Bill is
important enough to be moved up toward
the head of the list--
Pardon me--*this* is. Where are we
We're over in the House.
Yes. House. More amendments--more
changes--and the Bill goes back to
the Senate--and *waits its turn on
the calendar again*. The Senate
doesn't like what the house did to
the Bill. They make more changes.
The House doesn't like *those*
changes. Stymie. So they appoint men
from each house to go into a huddle
called a conference and battle it
out. Besides that, all the lobbyists
interested give cocktail parties for
and against--government departments
get in their two cents' worth--cabinet
Finally, if the Bill is alive after
all this vivisection, it comes to a
vote. Yes, sir--the big day finally
arrives. And--nine times out of ten,
they vote it down.
(Taking a deep breath)
Are you catching on, Senator?
Yes. Shall we start on it right now--
or order dinner first?
(mouth drops open)
I said--shall we get started *now*
Yes--sure. Why not?
(Then, very tired)
You don't mind if I take the time to
get a pencil?
She turns mechanically and heads for the outer office.
(calling after her--
laughing in high
No! Go right ahead, Miss Saunders.
Thanks very much.
And a *lot* of paper!
As Jefferson starts picking up the telegrams and reading
them avidly, Saunders goes out. In the OUTER OFFICE, McGann
jumps up as Saunders goes to her desk to pick up paper and
pencils, which she does mechanically.
I wouldn't wait if I were you.
What do you mean? What's going on?
The Head Man's writing a Bill.
A Bill! Not *him*!
Saunders silently gathers pencils and paper. She starts back
toward the Private Office.
(calling after her)
What does he want to--? What's *he*
doing writing a Bill?
giving it the Southern
Why, he's a Senator, isn't he? I'm
surprised at you, Mister McGann--
(and she passes into
the Private Office)
McGann is a man fit to be tied. Suddenly he lunges for his
hat and starts out quickly into the corridor.
The scene dissolves to the exterior of PAINE'S HOTEL as Paine
and Susan, dressed for the evening--and in the company of
three other people (an elderly gentleman, a second man and a
middle-aged woman), are entering a limousine waiting at the
curb. A newsman, with camera, is running alongside Paine.
Do you mind, Senator? I'd like a
Paine stops before the limousine, as the others get inside.
The photographer gets set. Before he can snap it, McGann
(in a breathless
Joe--drop everything and come with
What's the matter?
Do you mind?
Smith--do you know what he's doing?--
Yes, I know. I told him to.
(Putting McGann aside)
Pardon me, Charles. We're late to an
The photographer gets his shot, and Chick leaps back to Paine.
Joe! You *told* him to!
Yes--a camp bill that will never get
beyond a first reading. So calm down,
Paine gets into the limousine--and the door closes.
Joe! Jim said--*monuments*!
The car pulls out--and McGann is left on the curb.
The scene dissolves to JEFF'S PRIVATE OFFICE at night,
revealing SAUNDERS AND JEFFERSON. Saunders is against one
end of the desk with papers before her; Jefferson, his coat
off, is walking in circles--in the throes of creating his
(Dinner trays, with empty dinner dishes on them, are in
(in a brown study)
--that's the main idea, Miss Saunders.
The United States Government isn't
going to buy or build this camp--
just lend us the money. You've made
a note of that, huh?
(Running his hand
through his hair)
Did you ever have so much to say
about something--you couldn't say
Try sitting down.
I did--and--and I got right up.
Now, let's get down to particulars.
How big is this thing? Where is it
to be? How many boys will it take
care of? If they're going to buy it--
how do they make their contributions?
Your Bill has to have all that in it--
And something else, too, Miss Saunders--
the spirit of it--the idea--the--
In his walk, he has come to the window. He points out
That's what's got to be in it.
She looks in that direction, and sees the lighted CAPITOL
DOME, as seen through the window--with JEFFERSON in the
SAUNDERS indicates that she sees the Dome, her eyebrows
lifting a little.
(quietly--with only a
touch of sarcasm)
(still looking out of
the window, not
conscious of her
I want to make that come to life--
yes, and lighted up like that, too--
for every boy in the land. Boys forget
what their country means--just reading
"land of the free" in history books.
And they get to be men--and forget
even more. Liberty is too precious
to get buried in books, Miss Saunders.
Men ought to hold it up in front of
them--every day of their lives and
say: "I am free--to think--to speak.
My ancestors couldn't. I can. My
And we see SAUNDERS looking at Jefferson with a new expression--
listening rather raptly--then starting to make rapid notes.
The boys ought to grow up
He breaks off--turns from the window--collecting himself out
of a daze--and a little embarrassed.
"particulars," is it?
But you've just taken care of the
spirit all right.
Well, anyway, it's *something* like
And it *is* important. That--that
Steering Committee has *got* to see
it that way. And I'm sure Senator
Paine will do all he can--
He's a fine man, Miss Saunders, isn't
he? He knew my father, you know.
We need a lot like him--his kind of
(dropping her head to
Uh--getting back to this, Senator--
Now, this camp is going to be out in
your state, of course--
About two hundred of the most
beautiful acres that ever were!
Mountains, prairie land, trees,
streams! A paradise for boys who
live in stuffy cities--
You don't know that country out there,
do you, Miss Saunders?
I've been over every foot of it. You
couldn't have any idea. You'd have
to see for yourself--
(gazing off, enraptured)
--the prairies--the wind leaning on
the tall grass--
SAUNDERS is seen again, raptly watching him.
--lazy streams down in the meadows--
and angry little midgets of water up
in the mountains--
(again seen, together
--cattle moving down a slope against
Everybody ought to have *some* of
that--*some* time in his life. My
father taught me to see those things.
He grew up with our state--an' he
used to say to me, "Son, don't miss
the wonders that surround you. Every
tree, every sunset, every ant-hill
and star is filled with the wonders
of nature." He used to say, "Haven't
you ever noticed how grateful you
are to see daylight again after going
through a dark tunnel?" "Well," he'd
say, "open your eyes and always see
life around you as if you'd just
come out of a long tunnel."
Where did *you* come from. Miss
Well--I guess I've been in that tunnel
all my life.
Baltimore. Pure city-dweller.
But you've had beautiful country all
around you. You've just had to life
up your eyes!
City-dwellers never do that--for
fear of what might drop *in* 'em.
(observing her a second)
Have you always had to--work?
Since sixteen or so.
I take it your--your parents couldn't--
No, they couldn't. Father was a
doctor. The kind who placed ethics
above collections. That speaks well
for Father but it always left us
Could we get on with this, Senator?
It hasn't been easy, has it?
But--I mean--for a woman--And--you've
done awfully well--
I never met anyone more--more
intelligent--or capable. I--I don't
know where I'd be on this bill of
mine without your help--
I don't see where we are *with* it.
No! Gosh! I better get moving here,
Everybody else calls you just plain
"Saunders." Why can't I?
Go right ahead.
Saunders. That's better.
Good morning, Saunders. Hello,
Saunders. How's the bill coming,
(permitting herself a
Terrible, thank you.
Yeah. Yeah. Well, anyway, we've got
"Saunders" settled. Maybe that was
my trouble all along.
(Rubbing his hands)
YEs, *sir*. I'm all ready to go now--
What's your *first* name?
Well--nobody calls you anything but
I also answer to whistles.
You--you've *got* a first name,
Look--I think we ought to skip it.
All right. Sure. Just curious. The
picture popped into my mind all of a
sudden of a pump without a handle--
Well, if it's all the same to you--
I know. It's--Violet.
It *is* not!
No! Stop it!
I've got more. You better tell me.
You win. It's--Clarissa.
(dashed down a little)
Clarissa. Oh. Uh-huh.
Well, Saunders--let's go--
Now, *Susan*--that's really a *pretty*
(rising to the bait)
Susan! Susan Paine--that's beautiful--
And a beautiful woman, too--don't
Yes. The most beautiful I think I
leaping into action)
Say--we're *never* going to finish
this thing! Now, here we go, Saunders.
I'm going to talk faster'n you can
Jefferson walks around rapidly. He is off at great speed
The location of the camp. About two
hundred acres situated in Ambrose
SAUNDERS is seen busily writing down the facts.
--running about a quarter of a mile
on either side of Willet Creek--
On either side of--*what*?
Jefferson pauses--a little astonished at her sharp question.
(seen with SAUNDERS
Uh--Willet Creek. It's just a little
In Terry Canyon?
You--don't know it, do you?
You couldn't. You've never been out
there, you said.
No, I haven't. I guess I thought the
name was familiar.
By the way, you discussed with Senator
Paine where the camp was to be
situated and everything?
Well--no. I didn't. Why?
Nothing. I just wondered. No *reason*
to take it up with him.
(Reading from pad)
"--about a quarter of a mile on either
side of Willet Creek--"
(picking up again)
Yeah. This land to be bought by
contributions from the boys. You
have that. Money to be--
Saunders, writing, looks up at Jefferson from under her brows
with growing interest.
The scene dissolves to the SENATE CHAMBER, with the Senate
in session and the President speaking:
--the chair lays before the Senate a
communication from the Secretary of
State, in response to Senate
The communication is handed to the clerk, who begins to read.
In the PRESS GALLERY we see SAUNDERS with DIZ, Saunders
smiling down on the floor as the clerk's voice is heard.
Sit tight, Diz. The show commences
in just a minute.
What show? Would you mind telling me
what's coming off here?
(Pointing down to the
Now there's the principal actor in
our little play.
In the SENATE CHAMBER, JEFFERSON is grasping the bill tightly
in his hand--nervously, perspiringly waiting. He smiles up
at Saunders and waves the bill. The Clerk's voice is heard.
In the PRESS GALLERY, Saunders smiles back at Jeff.
Don Quixote--with bill.
Diz doesn't make anything of this. Saunders glances off--and
Ah. One of the supporting characters.
In the VISITOR'S GALLERY MCGANN is seen listening to the
In the PRESS GALLERY:
That gorilla in Man's clothing--
Oh, you mean--Puss in Boots.
Yes. Mostly "Puss."
(Pointing to the floor
Oh, the *other* prominent character
in the play.
In the CHAMBER, PAINE is seen listening to the clerk.
In the PRESS GALLERY:
The Silver Knight. Soul of Honor--on
What do I play?
You play--left field.
Frankly, kid--are you goofy?
Diz--Don Quixote with bill is going
to get to his feet in a minute and
speak two important words--*Willet
Creek*. When that happens--if my
hunch is right--the Silver Knight
will fall off his tightrope and Puss
will jump out of his boots.
In the CHAMBER, the Clerk finishes what he has been reading.
Mr. President--I ask that the
communication be referred to Committee
on Foreign Relations and printed.
It is so ordered.
Introduction of bills--
JEFFERSON is seen in close view, his head jerking up.
--and joint resolutions.
(leaping to his feet,
and yelling loudly)
The PRESIDENT is startled by the yell and a GROUP OF SENATORS
is seen turning around, also startled. In a portion of the
VISITOR'S GALLERY, people begin to titter--then laugh. The
gavel raps for order.
JEFFERSON, aware that he has caused a stir by his shout, is
embarrassed as the gavel continues rapping. PAINE is mildly
amused. But in the VISITOR'S GALLERY, MCGANN, tight-lipped,
is shaking his head. He doesn't like this.
(with a smile)
The chair recognizes the rather strong-
lunged junior Senator, Mr. Smith.
(almost in a whisper)
I--I'm sorry, sir. I--I have a bill--
You may speak a little louder,
Senator, but not too loud.
I have a bill to propose, sir.
Order, gentlemen. Our junior Senator
is about to make a speech. You may
With trembling, fumbling hands, Jefferson gets his paper up
"Be it enacted by the Senate and the
House of Representatives that there
be appointed as a loan--"
In the PRESS GALLERY, Saunders nudges Diz to watch McGann
"--a sum sufficient to create a
National Boys' Camp--"
"--to be paid back to the United
States Treasury by contributions
from the boys of America. This Camp
to be situated on the land at and
adjacent to the head waters of the
stream known as Willet Creek in Terry
PAINE is seen to be hit by lightning, and his eyes go
startledly to McGann in the gallery.
"--for the purpose of bringing greater
education, mutual understanding--"
MCGANN rises in the GALLERY, signals to Paine, and starts to
"--and the healthful life to the
boys of this great and beautiful
As Jeff finishes applause breaks out in the gallery. It is
caught up and grows. PAINE is seen hurriedly leaving the
chamber, while the applause continues.
Our young Senator will make a good
orator when his voice stops changing.
In the PRESS GALLERY, Saunders is nudging Diz.
Did you like the first act?
Yeah. What about the second act?
That's taking place outside now.
We hear the gavel rapping for order.
In the CAPITOL VESTIBULE, Paine and McGann come together
quickly. They talk in undertones.
(in a controlled lather)
Did I hear right? Did he say *Willet
Let's get away from here.
(He starts to pull
That's dynamite, Joe!
The scene dissolves to PAINE'S AUTOMOBILE.
--amazing coincidence! Of all places
in the world--to choose Willet Creek
for his boys' camp!
Joe--I'm getting leery of this guy.
We keep calling him dumb--and he
keeps winding up in our hair! I'm
telling you--when he finds out there's
a dam going up where he wants his
camp, he's gonna start asking
questions six ways from Sunday--
Be quiet, Chick--I'm trying to think--
This Deficiency Bill is going to be
read in the Senate tomorrow.
Tomorrow! Joe--he'll hear the section
on Willet Dam. He can't be there!
I know that.
Listen--tomorrow I take him to see
monuments--if I have to hit him over
the head with a couple!
That won't work, Chick. This boy's
honest, not stupid.
My daughter isn't here to carry out
assignments like that for *anybody*.
Well, then--this is too much for
*my* lame brain. I'm calling Jim
Jim's methods won't do in Washington.
Joe--listen--all Susan has to do is
turn those big eyes on him--he'll
fall all over himself--just keep him
out of there *one afternoon*--while
they read that bill--
The scene dissolves to the SENATE OFFICE BUILDING, in the
late afternoon, and JEFFERSON is seen marching along down
the corridor, in high spirits--whistling "Dixie." He turns
into his OUTER OFFICE, which is full of people. As he strides
in, the people leap up and make a dive for him.
Can I see you, Senator--?
I'm from Jackson City--
Senator, just one minute of your
I'm from the old home state, Senator--
Saunders, who has been sitting at her desk, leaps up and
comes to the rescue as the people begin to claw and pull
Whoa! Here--here--just a minute!
Keep your seats.
(Taking Jeff's arm)
This way, Senator--
She leads the dazed Jeff into his PRIVATE OFFICE.
(entering with Saunders)
What do they--? Who are all those--?
One of the plagues on members of
people with pet bills. Get my son
into West Point--or *outta* West
Point. I've got a scheme to put people
to work. How do I get rid of
cockroaches? Some woman's composed a
hymn to replace the Star Spangled
Banner. Want to hear it?
No--not today! Boy, I feel like a
house afire! Saunders--how did I do?
I--I don't know how I got it out. My
heart was right up here all the time--
I wonder what Senator Paine thought
Must have been tickled pink.
Gee--I hope so. What's all this?
Contributions from boys who read
about your camp.
Already? All these letters?
Oh, those are only local. Wait'll
they start pouring in from all over
Do you mean all--look--look we'd
better open them up--see what they
say here--look at the money--what
does it say--"Dear Senator Smith, I
would like to come to your boy's
camp and I shine shoes at the station
and here's nine cents." Oh, isn't
that wonderful. Look and he signs
it. "Yours truly, Stinky Moore."
Isn't that marvelous?
in desk drawer)
Say--have I got some paper here?
Good! I'm going to be pretty busy
Not another bill?
No! Letters. I've got to write to
the Rangers and Ma--and--I'm bustin'
with news! Why, I've introduced a
bill! Me--Jeff Smith. I got up and
talked in the Senate!
(He sits down excitedly
at his desk)
Do you want to dictate them?
The letters? Gosh--no. I couldn't
talk letters. I've gotta scratch 'em
out. And say--I'm going to tell Ma
all about you. If I tell it right--
the first thing you know you're going
to get the best jar of preserves you
(starting for the
Thanks a lot.
He comes leaping around from behind the desk--grabbing her
I--I--gee whiz--I didn't thank you!
Don't mention it--
I mean it. I--without you, I
The phone rings. Saunders takes a step to the desk to get
the phone. Jefferson goes back behind his desk.
In the PAINE LIVING ROOM:
(on the phone)
In JEFFERSON'S PRIVATE OFFICE, Jeff sits at his desk, prepared
to write--indifferent to Saunder's conversation. Saunders
casts a quick look at Jeff.
How do you do?... Yes, go ahead.
In the PAINE LIVING ROOM:
I'm sorry to bother you, Saunders--
but you've got to help me. I'm elected
to snatch Mr. Jefferson Smith from
the Senate tomorrow--
In JEFFERSON'S PRIVATE OFFICE, while Jeff is still busy over
In the PAINE LIVING ROOM:
There's trouble brewing some place
and I'm to turn on my glamour for
him. I've got to take him out. You
sympathize, don't you, Saunders?
In JEFFERSON'S PRIVATE OFFICE:
(with a glance at the
Awkward, isn't it?
In the PAINE LIVING ROOM:
Here's what you've got to do for me.
Take him out and buy him a suit of
clothes that fits--and a hat. A
manicure and haircut wouldn't do any
harm--and if you can get in a little
practice with a fork and a teacup--.
As one woman to another, Saunders--
that is, I hate to ask you to do it,
In JEFFERSON'S PRIVATE OFFICE:
(into the phone)
But as one woman to another, of
In the PAINE LIVING ROOM:
Thanks, Saunders. And now--is--uh--
young Lochinvar around?
In JEFFERSON'S PRIVATE OFFICE:
Yes--right here. Just a second--
(Extending phone to
(looking up as if he
had been kicked)
*Who*! Miss--! Is that--? Why didn't
you--? Holy smoke;
(Grabbing the phone--
H-hello... Yes, Miss Paine... How--
how are you, Miss Paine...? What?...
Escort *you* Gee--I mean--*sure*--
*yes*! I'd be--. Reception for a
*princess*! Gosh!... Thanks, Miss
Paine. Yes. I--I'll be there! Goodbye,
(Hanging up, and
getting up excitedly)
Did you hear that?--Escort Susan
Paine--reception for a princess!
Imagine her calling me--asking *me*--
Get your hat, Senator. We've got a
lot to do between now and tomorrow--
As he makes a dive for his hat, the scene dissolves to
glimpses of the shopping tour of Jefferson Smith:
He has the Prince Albert coat of a new suit on--standing
before a mirror--the sleeves too short--looking *really*
like a scarecrow--and being frightened of his own image in
the mirror. Saunders is standing by, supervising.
He is trying to walk in a pair of pointed black shoes. His
feet hurt terribly.
He is trying on hats. We catch one that sits on his head
like a peanut. He looks to Saunders, who shakes her head.
In a barber's chair--his hair being cut--his nails are being
manicured. He stares unbelievingly down at the manicurist's
Jeff, in his rooms, is getting all tricked out in his new
clothes. Saunders ties his tie and puts a flower in his
Finally the scene dissolves into the PAINE LIMOUSINE, and we
see, at last, the full result of the dressing of Jefferson
Smith--togged out from top to toe, and very uncomfortable.
Susan snatches glances at the effect, out of the corner of
(with a struggle)
I--I'm awfully glad to be--that is,
it was nice of you to--
(Giving up, he makes
an attempt at
Uh--how's your father?
Uh--that's good. And--uh--you?
I'm splendid, too.
And how's your bill, Senator?
Oh, the bill. Oh--splendid--I mean--
(With a disarming
I--I just can't seem to talk in this
(Her eyebrows lift)
I'll tell you a secret. It's brand
Well! You don't say!
It's just as well to tell you--because
if we're going to get off on the
right foot--I mean--in case I act
sort of strange--it's the suit.
(at a loss)
Funnier things have happened. Ma
says when Pa was courting her, he
acted strange for months. Didn't
make sense--or anything. And one
day, on a hunch, Ma said: "Clayton,
so help me, you talk like a man whose
collar is too tight to bear." "Not
the collar, Mary," he said, "my
shoes." "Well, for land's sake," Ma
said, "Take the pesky things off!"
Which Pa did, an' they were engaged
within a week.
You're not going to take your *suit*
No! No! Gosh. See, there you are!
I'm not making sense!
The scene dissolves to the LIVING ROOM OF DIZ'S APARTMENT,
at dinner time. Diz is mixing a drink. Saunders, her hat on
as though she hasn't been there long, is restless.
Well--I stuck my foot in it again at
the President's press conference
How come so early? Get the day off?
They decoyed the little General off
to a tea party to keep him out of
Yeah--I got smart and thought I'd
slip one over on the old man in the
press meeting. I said, "Mr. President,
about the monopoly investigation--"
And he jumps right in and says, "Diz,
if you were sitting in my chair,
would you answer the question you're
about to ask?" He had me.
(paying no attention)
I don't mind *who* gets licked in a
*fair* fight, Diz. It's these clouts
below the belt I can't take. Sicking
that horrible dame on him--when he's
goofy about her--
He isn't going to hurt enough as it
is. *She* has to twist a knife in
him, too--the regal jackass! "I'll
turn my glamour on him," she says--
Forget it, kid. What's it *to* you?
Nothing. I'm just saying--I might be
able to lie, cheat, steal--and I'd
still tear into a guy I saw kicking
a dog. Not that *he* is, by a long
Okay. So what? Stop worrying. I've
told you--the dopes are gonna inherit
the earth anyway--
I've wondered, Diz--maybe this Don
Quixote's got the jump on all of us.
I've wondered--maybe it's a curse to
go through life wised up like you
Now, look, kid--if we're gonna wonder,
let's go down and do it over a hunk
(Handing her a drink)
Come on, snap out of it. Diz Moore--
that rarest of companions--is here
at your side.
(Lifting his glass)
To genteel crime, kid.
And to Don Quixote!
The scene dissolves to a RESTAURANT at night, with SAUNDERS
AND DIZ at a corner table--drinks in front of them--both
feeling pretty high and loose-tongued. Saunders is alternating
lightness with grimness. (Music from someplace off). Diz is
finishing a story.
--and the guy sees a drunk, lookin'
around under the street lamp, see--
and he says--whatsa matter?--lose
somethin'? Yeah--my cigarette case--
dropped it in the next block.
(Pointing way over)
Next block!--the guy says to the
drunk--whaddaya lookin' for it here
for?... 'Cause there's more light
here, the drunk says--
Why do I always laugh at that?
"There's more light here," he says--
Drunks are funny--
Yeah. Some of my best friends are
Every time I think of it, I get a
Old Don Quixote--man of the people
--followin' Miss Susan Fass-Pass
around--his little heart poundin'
away--the sound of angels' wings in
The waiter comes over.
Now, you've gone and let Don Quixote
in here again. I told you to keep
Shut up, Diz.
Mind, now! Keep Don Quixote out of
The waiter backs away--shaking his head.
And I got him all dressed up, too--
to go way up in a balloon--so they
can drop him a long way--make sure
they break his heart. Why, not all
the Boy Rangers in the world, working
night shifts, 'll be able to put
Humpty-Dumpty together again--
Now--how'd Humpty-Dumpty get in here?
Do you know how I felt, Diz?
No. How'd you feel? Quick.
Like a mother sending her kid off to
school for the first time--watchin'
the little fella toddling off--in
his best bib and tucker--and you
sink in the middle--hoping he can
stand up to the other kids--won't
get his feeling hurt--and--if you
could only spare him the knocks he's
Say--who started this?
*I'm* just waiting for a street car--
Well--cut it out. See? Who *cares*
*All right*, then. After all, what's
it to me? So they *drop* him out of
a balloon. All I care is--I don't
want to be around. See? Squeamish.
See? That's what I am. No, sir. I
don't have to take it. Won't be a
party to no murder. I'm gonna quit.
Again? Good idea.
How about getting married?
Good idea. When?
Okay. You don't mind?
I'll cherish ya.
You--you've been a good egg, Diz.
Maybe we could clear out of this
town--get to feel like *people*--get
the habit of lifting up our eyes--
live like we just got out of a tunnel.
You've never seen prairie grass with
the wind leaning on it, have you,
Is the wind tired out there?
Or angry little mountain streams--
and cattle moving against the sun.
You haven't seen any of that, have
Do we *have* to?
(flinging the mood
No! I can't think of anything more
Well, let's get going.
We're gonna get married.
(getting her purse
and hat together)
Yeah--that's right. Diz--
I case you don't know--I want to
give ya a chance to back out if you
don't like it--
My first name's--Clarissa.
Yeah, I know. That's okay.
Don't say "okay," Diz. Say you think
You don't know a name off-hand you
like better, do you, Diz?
Nothing like--uh--Susan--or anything
like that, huh?
(breaking into Diz
I won't take it! See? I won't be
party to murder. See? Steering a
poor dope up blind alleys for that
grafting Taylor mob is low enough.
But helping that dame cut him up in
little pieces besides--nobody's gonna
make me do that. No, sir.
You said it!
I'm getting out of there. Right now,
Diz. Right now. Bonus or no bonus.
I'm gonna clear outa that office--
everything I own--my extra hat--
She starts to scramble out from behind the table. Diz is
startled by her sudden, furious movements.
Hey! We're gettin' married--!
Right now--everything I own--!
She is on her way. Diz, with a great effort, scrambles out
from behind the table after her.
The scene dissolves to JEFF'S PRIVATE OFFICE, where JEFFERSON,
his collar undone, is writing with great eagerness, his eyes
alight. Suddenly a desk drawer slams off scene. He looks up.
No reply. Another desk drawer slams.
Jeff, puzzled at the tone of her voice, rises. He starts
slowly around from his desk.
Saunders--I looked for you--
She appears in the doorway, pugnaciously.
Yeah? What for?
She heads for the coat-rack to get her extra hat.
I know. Don't tell me. It was a
wonderful party. Your suit went over
big. And she looked beautiful, and
she gave her hand when you left her--
and said--"Thank you, Mr. Smith."
Oh, but it was the way she *said*
it. You like to fell through the
under this violent
And you're writing Ma all about it.
And your pigeons will carry the
message of love. And the first thing
you know--Susan Paine'll get the
best jar of preserves she ever tasted!
Are you drunk?
She returns to the OUTER OFFICE--Jeff following.
There Diz is collapsed in a chair, and Saunders is collecting
Certainly. You didn't think I was a
lady, did you? You don't think a
*lady* would be working for this
outfit. Even *I* can't take it
anymore. I quit. Can't take a lot of
things. *You*. I can't watch a simple
guy like you--
(Breaking off--in a
Why don't you go back home? Take my
advice. Go on back to your prairies--
roust your rangers around--tell your
little streams about your camp and
the land of the free! This isn't any
place for you. You're half-way decent.
You don't belong here. Go home. That's
all I'll tell you. That's all. I owe
my conscience that much. I owe it a
lot more, but--
Meet the man I'm going to marry!
DIZ is seen forcing a smile and feeble wave at Jeff.
Saunders turns viciously on Jeff, who is stunned and silent.
Well--why don't you say something--
what are you standing there for--?
(Then--on a wild
Wait a minute!
She tears for the files--dives into one section of them.
Why don't I get out of this place
(Lifting a printed
Want to be a Senator, huh? Gonna
build a camp on Willet Creek! See
this? Appropriations Bill. A little
section--number forty. A *dam's*
going up where you think you're gonna
have a camp. Ever hear of it? No.
They read all about it in the Senate
today--but you weren't supposed to
hear it. That's why that ritzy dame
took you in tow. That's why they
sent you here in the first place--
because you wouldn't know a dam from
(Flinging it on a
Go ahead--*try* to build your camp--
*try* to mess up Mr. Taylor's little
graft! Go ahead--be a Senator! But
if you *can't* be--and you can't in
nine million years--go on home--don't
hang around here making people feel
sorry for you! Come on, Diz.
She grabs Diz by the hand and pulls him to the door, while
Jeff stares blankly at the bill on the desk.
In the CORRIDOR, DIZ and SAUNDERS come through. She stops,
looking ahead dazedly.
Well--let's dig up the preacher,
(in a suddenly sobered
You know, we're getting married.
Take me home, Diz.
The scene dissolves to PAINE'S LIVING ROOM at night. Jeff is
on his feet, in the midst of a dramatic delivery. Paine is
trying to sit calmly and judicially. McGann, tipped back in
a chair, is whittling his nails, trying to seem disinterested.
--I may not know much about a lot of
things, sir--but I know that Willet
Creek country like a book--and--and
I tell you, Senator Paine--there's
something *wrong* about this dam--
why, there isn't a foot of water in
that creek--it's dry four months out
Jeff--listen--this was all taken up
in the State Legislature and approved--
they're going to divert waters from
But--there are a hundred other places
in the state that *need* the water.
Besides--I talked to Kenneth Allen,
who owns some of that land--and he
didn't say anything about a dam. No--
I'm sure, sir--there's something
wrong--and I--I won't vote on this
thing until I get a lot of questions
Jeff! You're trying to understand in
a moment everything about a project
that took two years to set up--the
Yes--the *benefits*! What's a man
called Taylor got to do with this?
McGann's tipped-back chair comes forward with a thud and he
He's a newspaper publisher I know--
What makes you think he's got
*anything* to do with it?
Saunders said--this whole thing was
*his* idea to get graft--!
One minute, Jeff!
McGann starts quickly in the direction of the foyer.
You're accusing *me* of helping to
frame a bill for the benefit of *one*
McGann enters a TELEPHONE CLOSET in the foyer and picks up
--of helping to put through a scheme
McGann kicks the door closed.
Long distance. Get me James Taylor--
Jackson City--Main 3100--
The scene dissolves to the GOVERNOR'S LIBRARY at night. Hubert
is in his dressing gown and nightshirt--fearful. Taylor paces
furiously. Kenneth Allen, middle-aged, sits by quietly.
Boy Ranger! The answer to a prayer.
Manna from heaven! Didn't know the
time of day--!
Will you please tell me *exactly*
what he's done?
Yes! He's about to blow the whole
machine to smithereens--and *you
with it*, Mr. Governor!
You couldn't understand! Listen, Ten
Thumbs, I'll be on my way to
Washington in half an hour. Whatever
happens, I'm all ready for this Ranger
of yours. Never mind how. You'll get
your instructions from Ken Allen
here. It isn't anything you have to
do. I wouldn't trust you to lick a
stamp. Allen'll do it himself. You
just use your *high office* to help
him get it done. Understand?
I doubt it! Come on, Ken.
Taylor starts for the door--Allen following.
Jim--wait--will you please tell me--
Taylor and Allen have slammed out.
Blow *me* to smithereens! My record
The scene dissolves to TAYLOR'S HOTEL SUITE in Washington,
with Taylor seen at his breakfast--calm, quiet. Around him
are Paine, McGann and three men--Congressmen Radner, Schultz
--I've used every argument in the
world to try to turn him off. He
just keeps coming back to the dam--
and what he knows--
Saunders! I'd like to tie her in a
sack and drop her from the Brooklyn
(waving at the three
--now he wants to talk to the
Congressmen from the Willet Creek
districts--he's run their names down--
There is a knock on the door.
That's him. Let him in.
Wait a minute--Jim--you didn't ask
*Smith* over here!
What do you think?
Jim, you can't come here and pull
that steamroller stuff. Your methods
won't do here. This boy is a Senator,
however it happened, he's a Senator.
This is Washington.
Steamroller stuff, Joe? My methods
don't go in Washington? They've done
pretty well by now, haven't they?
Oh, Jim, that's beside the point.
This boy's different. He's honest
and beside he thinks the world of
me. We can't do this to him.
Well, what do you want me to do?
Stand around like you chump and let
that drooling infant wrap that Willet
Creek Dam appropriation around my
neck. Either he falls in line with
us and behaves himself or I'll break
him so wide open they'll never be
able to find the pieces.
Jim, I won't stand for it.
You won't stand for it?
I don't want any part of crucifying
Oh, I see. Out steamroller methods
are getting too hard to your sensitive
soul, is that it, Joe? The Silver
Knight is getting to big for us. My
methods have been all right for the
past twenty years, Joe, since I picked
you out of a fly-specked hole in the
wall and blew you up to look like a
Senator, and now you can't stand it.
Well, maybe you won't have to stand
it, Joe. Maybe we can fix it so you
and your Boy Ranger can go home
Jim, you don't have to--
Oh, it's all right--it's all right.
It seems a shame, though, to part
company like this after all these
years, especially now with a national
convention coming up. Joe, I've put
everything I have behind you. And so
did all of our friends, but I guess
we'll survive. We'll just have to
find somebody else that's got a little
more sense, that's all. In the
meantime, you explain to Mr. Smith
about Willet Dam. It's your bill--
it's your reputation, and if he can't
find enough facts to break you with,
you just send him to me and I'll
give him a couple of good ones. I'm
taking the next plane home.
Jim, it's just that I like the kid--
I don't want to see you get too rough
I'm glad to see you come to your
senses. You had me scared there for
a minute, thought.
Let him in.
McGann opens the door, and Jeff stands in the doorway.
Jeff enters, looking around at the faces he has never seen
Jeff--this is Mr. Taylor.
(taking his hand)
Glad to know you, Senator. Meet the
Congressmen, Radner, Schultz, Diggs--
VOICES OF CONGRESSMEN
How are you, Senator?
Glad to know you.
How do you do?
I happened to be passing through,
Senator. I wanted to meet you. Thanks
for coming. Sit down.
Jeff hesitates, looks at the men, his eyes resting on Paine
a moment. More and more puzzled, he takes a chair just a
Well. I hear you've been right on
your toes since you got here. Pitching
right in. Lots of people took you
for dumb--but they're wrong. You're
smart. In fact, *I* think you're
smart enough to understand a situation
when it's explained to you--
Like what, Mr. Taylor?
Well now--just to take an example--
putting up a dam--on Willet Creek.
As I look at it--that dam's going to
do the people of our state a lot of
Yes, so I was told, Mr. Taylor, but--
But you have some objections here
and there. And maybe right, for all
I know. But the point is--there's no
sense stopping the whole works now--
specially after some men have worked
hard for a long time to put this
What is your interest in this, Mr.
benefits the state is mighty important
to me--owning a lot of its industry--
newspapers and other odds and ends.
And if I thought you had the welfare
of the state at heart, like myself--
for instance, if you were to turn
around and help a project like this
along instead of standing in the way--
why, I'd say you were a man to watch.
For a fellow your age, you'd be in a
spot to make a great start in life.
If you liked business--you could
pick any job in the state and go
right to the top. Or politics. If
you like being a Senator. No reason
why you couldn't come back to that
Senate for the rest of your life.
Just a minute, Joe!
You can't say *that* to--
*I* know what I'm doing! I'll say
what I *want*!
Paine rushes to the door and is gone. There is silence for
an instant. Jeff rises.
Sit down, Smith. I'm not through.
Jeff remains standing.
As I was saying--the state *needs*
men like you--*smart* men.
(Indicating the boys)
Now, these boys are. And they've
been doing all right. They don't
worry about being re-elected--or
anything else. They take my advice--
and they'll go a lot farther yet.
So, you see, you've got a pretty
important question to settle for
yourself, Smith. But you're smart.
You can decide that right now, can't
Jeff looks from Taylor to the other boys.
(after a pause)
You mean--you tell these men--and
Senator Paine what to do?
Yes! I've told Senator Paine for
You're a liar!
Jeff turns and starts for the door. Taylor rushes after him.
(Stopping him at the
You heard what I said. And I've *got*
to have your answer--*now*!
(As Jeff starts to go)
Listen. To put it another way--if
you've got any fool notion of bucking
this thing--if you open your mouth
when that bill is read in the Senate
tomorrow--if you so much as lift a
finger to stop it--you're through--
like no man *ever* was! I'm all ready
for you. Understand? I give you my
word on that. You're finished!
Jeff grabs violently for the door and barges out.
I give you my word!
The scene dissolves to PAINE'S PRIVATE SENATE OFFICE, as
Jeff enters, closing the door behind him. Paine, standing
near his desk--strained and miserable--cannot meet Jeff's
accusing, damning gaze.
Jeff--I want to talk to you--sit
Jeff remains standing--his eyes fixed on Paine.
Listen, Jeff--you--you don't
understand these things--you mustn't
condemn me for my part in this without--
you've had no experience--you see
things as black or white--and a man
as angel or devil. That's the young
idealist in you. And that isn't how
the world runs, Jeff--certainly not
Government and politics. It's a
question of give and take--you have
to play the rules--compromise--you
have to leave your ideals outside
the door, with your rubbers. I feel
I'm the right man for the Senate.
And there are certain powers--
influence. To stay there, I must
respect them. And now and then--for
the sake of that power--a dam has to
be built--and one must shut his eyes.
It's--it's a small compromise. The
*best* men have had to make them. Do
(Desperately and with
greater emotion as
Jeff is silent)
I know how you feel, Jeff. Thirty
years ago--I had those ideals, too.
I was *you*. I had to make the
decision you were asked to make today.
And I compromised--yes! So that all
these years I could stay in that
Senate--and serve the people in a
thousand honest ways! You've got to
face facts, Jeff. I've served our
State well, haven't I? We have the
lowest unemployment and the highest
Federal grants. But, well, I've had
to compromise, had to play ball. You
can't count on people voting, half
the time they don't vote, anyway.
That's how states and empires have
been built since time began. Don't
you understand? Well, Jeff, you can
take my word for it, that's how things
are. Now I've told you all this
because--well, I've grown very fond
of you--about like a son--in fact,
and I don't want to see you get hurt.
Now, when that Deficiency Bill comes
up in the Senate tomorrow you stay
away from it. Don't say a word. Great
powers are behind it, and they'll
destroy you before you can even get
started. For your own sake, Jeff,
and for the sake of my friendship
with your father, please, don't say
Jeff goes out quickly--as Paine stops dead, staring after
The scene dissolves to the VISITOR'S ROOM adjacent to the
Senate Chamber, with TAYLOR and PAINE huddled together,
talking in low tones and rapidly--people occasionally passing
in the background.
It's in your lap, Joe. Keep an eye
on him. If he gets to his feet and
It's crucifying him--!
Anything *better* to offer?
Maybe he won't get up.
But--if he *does*, Joe--
The bell sounds--Paine walks away quickly.
(calling after in low
Joe! If he *does*--!
The scene dissolves to the SENATE CHAMBER, which first reveals
the PRESIDENT of the Senate speaking.
--during the consideration of the
Deficiency Bill, there is a unanimous
JEFFERSON is seen keeping his head up, his expression
revealing nothing about what he intends to do.
--that no Senator shall speak more
than once, or longer than five minutes--
PAINE is seen looking over at Jefferson.
--on any section of the bill. The
clerk will begin the reading.
Now the CLERK rises with a copy of the bill in his hands.
"A bill providing for deficiency
appropriations for the fiscal year.
Section One. For emergency relief--"
In the VISITOR'S GALLERY, TAYLOR AND MCGANN are sitting
tensely, looking down on the Senate floor.
"--to create and erect public
improvements on rivers, harbors and
roadways in the states of--"
In the SENATE, the CLERK in now half-way through the bill,
held plainly in his hands.
"Section Forty: An appropriation for
diverting and impounding the
headwaters of Willet Creek--"
JEFFERSON is seen alert and anxious and determined.
"--in the natural basin of Terry
Canyon. Five million dollars--"
Jeff leaps up. His hands are clenched. His face is white.
TAYLOR AND MCGANN, in the Visitor's Gallery, come forward in
Does the Senator desire to be heard
on Section Forty?
(on his feet now)
I do, sir.
The Senator understands he is limited
to five minutes?
(tense and pale)
In the VISITOR'S GALLERY, Taylor's eyes are darting fire in
the direction of Paine.
You may proceed.
In the CHAMBER, Paine is seen holding the corners of his
Mr. President--this section of the
bill--this dam on Willet Creek is
nothing but a--
Paine is on his feet. Jeff, puzzled, looks toward Paine and
Does Senator Smith yield to his
colleague Senator Paine?
JEFFERSON, his eyes wonderingly on Paine, doesn't know what
to do for an instant.
while Jeff remains
Mr. President--gentlemen--I--I have
risen to a painful duty--to say that,
out of evidence that has come to my
attention, I consider Senator Smith
unworthy to address this body!
Senators turn around to look at Paine--on such an amazing
statement. A hum from the gallery. The gavel pounds.
JEFFERSON, seen closely, has his head turned to Paine in
I--I have hesitated to speak--but,
in all conscience--
TAYLOR AND MCGANN are now tense but relieved.
PAINE, seen at close view, is under great strain, looking
away from Jeff and toward the chair.
It is a charge as grave and--and as
infamous--as has ever been made from
the floor against a fellow member--
In the PRESS GALLERY, the Press Men are leaning forward
alertly--mouths open to catch the next word.
I refer to the bill he has introduced
in this chamber to create a National
Boy's Camp. He named a portion of
land to be dedicated for that purpose--
(Hurling his charge
and to be bought by contributions
from boys all over America.
(Gritting his teeth
to go on)
Senators--I have conclusive evidence
to prove that my colleague *owns*
the very land he described in his
bill! He bought it the day following
his appointment to the Senate! And
is holding it--using this body and
his privileged office--to legalize
an outrageous profit for himself--
out of the purchase of that land
through the nickels and dimes scraped
together by the boys of this country--
A close view reveals JEFFERSON, struck dumb and cold--as an
uproar goes up around him. And a close view shows TAYLOR AND
MCGANN satisfied, relieved, amid the shouting.
In the PRESS GALLERY, the reporters pile up the narrow aisle
stairs to the press room behind them, as the uproar in the
Senate is heard. In the SENATE PRESS ROOM (behind the Press
Gallery), the press boys come rushing in and dive for the
telegraphic services of the various newspaper men shouting:
--a near riot! Ranger Smith branded from the floor by--
--Paine hurls sensational graft charge at--
--nothing like it in fifty years! Paine charges Smith using
Senate orders immediate hearings--before committee on
Privileges and Elections--! Most terrific accusation in the
The scene dissolves to the SMITH SITTING ROOM in Jackson
City. It is evening and Ma is surrounded by kids--all staring
Jeff--doing anything like that!
Thereupon, in the HOPPER STUDY at night, Hubert, stricken
numb, is being attacked by his children who have papers in
*Jeff*--take money from *kids*!
It's a *frame*!
A dirty frame!
(calling for help)
The scene dissolves to DOORS in the Senate Building on which
are printed the words COMMITTEE ON PRIVILEGES AND ELECTIONS;
and to the COMMITTEE ROOM, with the Committee in session--a
closed hearing. Kenneth Allen is on the stand.
How long have you known Senator Smith,
Oh--a good many years. He used to
use my land up around Willet Creek
every summer for his scout camps.
Seemed like a mighty nice fellow.
And when he can to me with this
Why--a deal for those two hundred
acres. 'Course, at the time, I didn't
know about his appointment to the
Senate--or anything like that--
Did he say what he wanted those two
hundred acres for?
No. He wouldn't tell me at the time.
He just made me this proposition.
Said he had a great chance to sell
that land for about five hundred an
acre. If I'd deed it to him for six
months, he'd try to turn it over and
split what he got for it. I had
nothing to lose. I'd be glad to sell
for twenty-five an acre. So we set
it up like this. I deeded him the
land--and *he gave me* a contract
guaranteeing me half what he got if
he made the sale. Sounded kinda fishy
at the time--and when I heard about
his camp bill I knew there was some
dirty business going on and I went
right to Governor Hopper with the
Have you got that contract, Mr. Allen?
(going into his pocket)
You don't think that land would be
in his name if I didn't have, do
Now Hubert Hopper is on the stand--perspired and anxious.
--frankly, gentlemen--the morning
Mr. Kenneth Allen burst into my office
bringing proof that Jefferson Smith
had bought that land--well, frankly,
I--I was dumbfounded! Jefferson Smith--
of all people! *Never* was a chief
executive so--so *betrayed* in his
child like trust in man! To think
Pardon me, Governor. We're interested
in certain facts at the moment. What
did you do when Mr. Allen brought
this matter to your attention?
I consulted at once with the Head of
the Department of Records--Arthur
Now Arthur Kim is on the witness stand--a smooth, shifty,
Mr. Kim--do you remember recording
(with copy of the
deed in his hands)
Yes, on the date set forth here, Mr.
Kenneth Allen came before me to record
this deed--setting over these two
hundred acres in the name of Jefferson
Let me understand. Mr. Smith did
*not* appear before you?
No, sir. That is not required by our
Now Senator Paine is talking to the Committee with apparent
This is a very painful duty for me.
This boy is the son of my very best
friend. I sponsored him in the Senate.
I helped him frame his Bill and the
day he presented it I went over to
congratulate him but I pointed out
that a dam was already going up on
the very site he had chosen for his
camp. There are hundreds of equally
good camp sites nearby and so I
suggested he choose another. He became
furious. He said, "Move the dam." I
was amazed at his violent reaction.
I couldn't understand it, until the
evidence came to me that he owned
those very two hundred acres and, as
you have heard, had carefully made
plans to make an enormous profit out
of the nickels and dimes scraped
together by the boys of this country.
Faced with that and regardless of my
personal feelings for the boy, my
sense of duty told me that his
expulsion from the Senate was the
only possible answer.
Then Jeff is on the stand--grim, determined, while the
chairman holds the deed and contract.
--what possible explanation can you
offer for this charge being--as you
say--"trumped up" against you!
It was done to stop me from talking
about a section of the Appropriations
Yes! This was how I could be put out
of the Senate and out of the way!
They even *promised* me that if I--
Wait a minute. Three days ago this
bill was read in detail before the
body. Why didn't you object then?
I wasn't *in* the Senate that day.
Where were you?
To--to a reception--uh--for a princess--
I forget her name--
After an instant's pause, a quick look passes between the
Chairman and the Committee.
And you say you never signed this
contract with Mr. Allen?
I did not--
You've never *seen* this contract.
But you did *talk* to Mr. Allen about
I--I discussed it with him--yes--
because I--you see, I've always had
this camp in mind--but I made no
contract with him!
(shoving contract at
Then--this is *not* you signature,
Looks like it, but--
But it *isn't*?
It couldn't be.
You are saying, in effect, that this
is a forgery?
I'm saying I didn't sign it!
We see JEFFERSON'S HAND writing his name--the eighth signature
in a row. Then a MAN on the stand is comparing papers in his
In my professional opinion as an
expert on handwriting, I'd say that
the name of Jefferson Smith on this
contract has been forged--
Then ANOTHER MAN stands before a large screen, with Jeff's
signature blown up on it.
--after a long study of this signature
it is my professional opinion that
it is definitely in Jefferson Smith's
Then a THIRD MAN is on the stand--with papers spread before
him--comparing as he talks.
It is extremely difficult to tell a
clever forgery from the real thing.
You can always get divided opinions
from experts. But I would stake my
whole twenty-year professional career
on the fact that this is not a
forgery, but is Mr. Smith's own
The scene dissolves to TAYLOR'S HOTEL SUITE, at night, Taylor
eagerly on the phone--McGann excitedly standing by--Paine
standing in the background thoughtfully. Hubert ("Happy")
Hopper is also there and looks nervous.
Hello! I said *Sam Hendricks*--the
editor! Can't you hear? This is Jim
Taylor--in Washington. Put him on!
(A slight wait)
Hendricks! Jim. It's all over. Smith's
hearing's closed--Joe's canvassed
the committee--privately. First thing
tomorrow in the Senate, they'll bring
in a resolution to *expel* him--to
throw him out!
A dead goose!
(into the phone)
It'll be voted unanimously! Get our
papers ready--smear it all over. And
the second he's out--the Deficiency
Bill passes the Senate--and we're
home! Stick close to the office,
Hendricks--I'll be calling!
He hangs up. McGann is out of his mind with joy.
Your Ranger's on the garbage pile,
Happy! He's done for!
(breaking out wildly
Shut up! You've *got* the man
pilloried! Do you have to dance around
him like a cannibal--!
By the skin of your teeth you got
out of this one, Happy--by the skin
Paine is going for the door.
Hey--Joe! Where you going? We've got
to celebrate tonight!
No--I--I'll take a walk--
(He continues out)
The scene dissolves to SAUNDERS' ROOM at night where Saunders
is standing at her window, looking out absently as Diz walks
He's cooked! They'll drum the poor
lug out of that chamber tomorrow as
sure as I'm--! And now they're all
down on him. Yeah--my press pals,
too--he's a bad egg--still water
running deep. Boloney! It's the frame
of all time! When I see a phoney
like this--my journalist blood boils--
I wanna *fight*!
Look, kid--rack your brains, will
you? Haven't you got any confidential
stuff on that mob? I'll write my arm
off--I'll blow Taylor and his--
(whirling away from
I've told you ten times--if I had
anything they couldn't bat down in a
second, don't you suppose I'd've
been up in that hearing yelling
murder! Sure--he was cooked the night
I sounded off like a fool and spilled
the whole works!
Then--in the name of kindness to
dumb animals--we can't let him walk
into that Senate tomorrow and take a
terrible punch in a nose! A couple
of us went up there--told him all he
could do was beat it--resign--clear
out. But--he's in a daze--he's been
hit by a ton of bricks. Just says,
"I haven't done anything. Why should
I resign?" He might *listen* to *you*--
Come on--don't pull that. You know
you'd give your right--. What are
you staying away from him for?
You don't think he'd want *me* within
fifty miles, do you?--after the
exhibition he saw me give! Did you
see his *face*--?
All I know is--he said to me tonight--
"What does your wife think?" My wife.
Thinks we're married--
Well, then, that's great! And that's
a great place to leave it! It's no
use *my* barging into this now and--
A knock on the door stops her.
The door is opened by Paine. He looks from Saunders to Diz--
then back to Saunders. Diz glares at Paine with pretty bold
I--wanted to see you, Saunders--
Diz grabs up his hat angrily.
(Bitterly--as he passes
Well, we certainly hunted that bad
Ranger down, didn't we? Good work,
And Diz slams out. Paine and Saunders stare at each other an
(with brutal coldness)
What do you want, Senator?
Saunders--it's going to go pretty
bad for Jeff tomorrow. There's only
one thing that can be done for him
(Taking a folded paper
from his pocket)
I--I've written his resignation. He
resigns under protest--denying all
charges. No one will ever be sure if
he was guilty or not. It leaves him
with at least a shred of honor. The
other way--branded openly in the
Senate--expelled--he'll never live
it down. Rather a simple compromise
than utter ruin. In a year--the whole
thing might be forgotten--
What are you driving at? You want
*me* to get him to sign that?
Why don't you do it yourself?
He's lost complete faith in me--
But--you love him, don't you,
What are you talking about? What
All right--*yes*! And what does that
make me to him? *Nothing*! I've got
to go about my own business--and
I thought I could, too.
(With mocking lightness
for an instant)
*My* business--this fine future! I
have no future I *care* about, if
this boy is broken! I--I can't sleep.
The only important thing in my life
now is to save what I can for him. I
want him to get a start again--I'll
see that he's taken care of as long
as he lives--!
Saunders--whether you ever mean
anything to him or not--
*Me! Me*! I *still* don't see why I
should--! If you love him so much,
why don't you go to him yourself and--
? Or better still--get up in that
Senate and *fight* for him!
It's too late now--it's *impossible*!
So I go right back where I was--
carrying compromises--covering up--
back to political tricks--this time
for--! No! I was just getting rid of
all that. If I did *anything*, I
ought to go and tell him to stand up
and--. No! I don't want any part of
it! Smith or anything else! I'm all
through. I want to be left alone!
She turns her back to Paine, and goes to the window. He
hesitates a moment--then moves to leave, dropping the folded
paper on the table. He goes. Saunders turns and sees the
paper. She clamps her jaws and turns away again.
The scene dissolves to JEFF'S PRIVATE OFFICE at night. Jeff
is behind his desk--only the desk lamp lighted in the room--
sitting numbly, staring ahead blankly. The phone rings--
startling him. He picks it up slowly.
(Hesitating, making a
Yes--all right--I--I'll take it.
(Brightening his voice)
The SMITH SITTING ROOM, Ma is on the phone.
(with a bright,
Hello, Jefferson. How are you, son?
In JEFF'S PRIVATE OFFICE:
Just fine, Ma, fine... No--really,
Ma--everything's fine. Uh--how're
all the boys?
In the SMITH SITTING ROOM:
(tears in her eyes)
They're wonderful, son. They miss
you a lot--
In JEFF'S PRIVATE OFFICE:
(his chin quivering)
Do, huh? Well, gee, that's--that's
great. How's Amos?... Is, huh? Good
In the SMITH SITTING ROOM:
(getting pretty shaky--
Well--I just got a fool notion to
call, that's all. Oh--Jefferson--you
know, when a man's right--he don't
have to worry none--he'll just
naturally come *out* right. We know
that, don't we, son?
In JEFF'S PRIVATE OFFICE, we see that Ma has nearly broken
Jeff down. He hangs on with all he's got.
Why, sure, Ma, sure.
Well--so long, skinny.
He hangs up quickly--and rises from his chair. He appears to
have been pushed to the breaking point. In terrible torment,
he looks out the window. Then, on an impulse, he seizes his
hat from off the corner of his desk and starts out.
The scene dissolves to the LINCOLN MEMORIAL: Jeff is walking
up the steps, his eyes lifted up intently to something ahead.
THE MEMORIAL stands magnificent and breathtaking--lighted up--
in the background, as he mounts the steps. Jeff gains the
top level and proceeds toward the Lincoln figure, and the
stone Lincoln comes into view in the background--dramatically
lighted. He approaches to within fifteen feet of the figure
and pauses. Now JEFF is scanning the face of Lincoln with a
tortured expression. Then, he turns away--as if not being
able to face the spirit of the man--and moves quickly to the
steps. Then Jeff, nearly blind, stumbling out of the interior
of the Memorial, comes to a stop at a column--then breaks
down completely, slipping to the steps at the base of the
column and burying his face in his hands.
SAUNDERS is standing near another column close by, her eyes
on Jeff, and is swallowing back her tears. When she hears
Jeff's sobs, she starts toward him. She comes to him and
sits down beside him. It is an instant before he realizes
that anyone is there.
He turns away, and tries to recover himself. She waits--
watching him. At last, Jeff can trust himself to talk.
Well gee--how--how've you been,
Saunders? I--I haven't seen you in--
. I suppose--now that you're married--
He stares at her.
No. That night--I--well, *you* know--
I was pretty--. No--Diz is a--a sort
of brother, that's all--
(tries to laugh a
That's funny. I thought all along--
Gee--I--I'm glad to see you. I
*thought* of you--I mean--I wanted
to talk to someone and--well--
(With toss of head at
--Mr. Lincoln hasn't much to say--
Saunders--I'm not fit to sit up in
the Senate--haven't you heard?--I
robbed boys of their pennies and
He turns away again, to get control of himself, Saunders
(after a pause)
What are you going to do?
I--I don't know. I--I'm afraid they've
got me licked.
She takes the resignation from her pocket.
Jeff--Paine asked me to give you
this--your resignation--he wrote it
He takes it from her incredulously and begins to read.
(as she watches him--
It might save some of the pieces,
Jeff. It would leave a doubt about
the whole thing--about you. Might
blow over, this way.
Yeah. I see. Well--that's about the
only thing to do. Don't you think?
Well, I guess it's a chance.
Yeah. I guess--sometimes--Senator
Paine must be right. Sometimes you--
you got to compromise a little--
And if you say so too, Saunders--if
*you* think that's the thing to do--
(snatching the paper
out of his hand)
I *don't* think that's the thing to
do! No! I think what you ought to do
(She tears up the
What you *have* to do is fight!
But--I've done everything I--
I don't care *what* you've done!
Don't quit. Don't grab a measly chance
like this to save a few pieces--other
men could--but not you. As long as
you lived, you'd remember you ran
out and threw this country of yours
to the jackals--!
(burying his head--
Jeff--listen--remember the day you
got here?--what you said about Mr.
Lincoln?--that he was sitting up
there--watching--waiting for someone
to come along? Well--that was *you*.
Someone with a little plain, decent,
uncompromising *rightness*--to root
out the Taylors--yeah, and really
light up that dome for once. This
country could use some of that--so
could the whole drunken, cockeyed
world right now--a *lot* of it! And
when the right man comes along--no
matter *what* the odds--he can't
*ever* quit! A little fellow called
David walked out with only a sling-
shot--but he had the *truth* on his
Saunders--if there was *any* way--
We'll *find* one! Only throw
compromise out of the window--stick
to Jeff Smith, the man who first
came to this town--get up and *fight*--
and we'll find *some* way. I don't
know where we'll wind up--but the
flag'll be flying--!
Jeff has been coming to life. Now he suddenly leaps to his
(getting up, too)
Where do we go from here?
To a hard night's work, son. Come
(She seizes his hand
and pulls him down
The scene dissolves to the SENATE CHAMBER, as the PRESIDENT
pounds the gavel.
The Clerk will call the roll.
The clerk's voice begins to call the names--and the voices
of Senators answer. The President looks out to JEFFERSON'S
EMPTY DESK. Then PAINE is seen, also looking at Jeff's desk--
as Paine answers to his own name.
In the packed VISITOR'S GALLERY, as the roll is heard, an
OLD LADY, who is knitting, and an OLD MAN look down.
Nope. Not here. They never show up
to face the music.
Too bad. Might've been a little
TAYLOR and MCGANN are seen smiling down with satisfaction.
Well--wasn't in his room last night.
Ten to one he's on a train--headin'
home to Ma.
In the PRESS GALLERY SWEENEY and FARRELL are looking at Jeff's
Well, that's good. Never *could*
In the SENATE CHAMBER, the CLERK reads a few names, then:
JEFFERSON enters the Chamber with a brisk step, his head
held high. The only thing peculiar about him is the bumpy
appearance of his jacket pockets. In his hands are books and
papers. Everywhere there are reactions to his appearance. At
the ROSTRUM, the Clerk, in amazement, has stopped reading,
and watches Jeff's progress to his desk. The SAUNDERS AND
DIZ enter the PRESS GALLERY, she carrying a Senate Manual,
and JEFF takes his seat in the CHAMBER.
Then a hum grows over the packed chamber seen in full view.
The Clerk will proceed with the roll!
The startled Clerk, proceeds, as JEFF smiles around at the
chamber, and then looks up at the Gallery, where Saunders is
waving to him--smiling.
The scene dissolves into the SENATE CHAMBER.
--proceeding now to the order of
The Senator, who was chairman of the Committee on Privileges
(Dearborn) is on his feet.
In pursuance of the notice I gave
yesterday, I desire to call up the
report of the Committee on Privileges
and Elections on the expulsion of
We see JEFFERSON, smiling a shade sickly, looking up at
The Clerk will read the report.
The Clerk rises. Senator Dearborn remains standing as the
report is read, while in the PRESS GALLERY, SAUNDERS is seen
indicating "sit tight" to Jeff.
The Committee on Privileges and
Elections report: that it appears to
the satisfaction of the Committee,
after hearing a number of witnesses,
that justice to the Senate requires
that Jefferson Smith no longer
continue a member of this Body.
There is dead silence in the chamber.
(as we see JEFF smiling
They therefore respectfully report
this resoultion with the unanimous
recommendation that the same do pass.
(seen in the full
Resolved: That Jefferson Smith be
expelled from his seat in the Senate.
There is continued dead silence in the chamber, then a Senator
Mr. President, I move for the
immediate adoption of the Resolution.
In the PRESS GALLERY, SAUNDERS is now signaling frantically
to Jeff, and then Jefferson and another Senator leap to their
feet--calling out almost simultaneously:
I addressed the Chair first, sir!
I am about to ask for a roll call on
the passage of the Resolution--without
further delay. The Senator can have
nothing to say at this time that
would not be either in bad grace or--
However, Senator Smith is still a
member of this Body and as such has
equal claim on the attention of the
You were about to recognize me, sir--
That is merely your *impression*,
Senator. The Chair has yet to settle
the question to its own satisfaction!
In the PRESS GALLERY, on a nudge from Saunders, Diz applauds
Let him speak!
SWEENEY AND FLOOD also applaud Diz's cry.
In the VISITOR'S GALLERY, the Old Lady and Old Man are leaning
forward interestedly--eyes bright. This is fireworks. They
applaud, too, and immediately the sound grows all around
them from people in the gallery.
In the SENATE CHAMBER, the PRESIDENT bangs his gavel and
looks up at the gallery.
Before proceeding, I should like to
remind visitors that they are here
as our guests--and ought to behave
as such. I might add that their
sentiment will certainly in no wise
affect the judgment of this Chair.
He pauses and glares out over the Senate.
JEFFERSON is seen waiting for the chair's ruling--holding
his breath. There is a dead pause, during which Jeff and the
contending Senator are on their feet. Suddenly, the President
whips his gavel up and out, like a referee saying "In that
The chair recognizes Senator--Smith!
A wave of excited relief sweeps the chamber, while in the
PRESS GALLERY, SAUNDERS' tense face is thawing out fast.
(a smile breaking
over his face)
I thank you, sir.
He glances up at Saunders, who smiles back at him.
(addressing the chair)
Well--seems like some of the gentlemen
are in a pretty tall hurry to have
me out of here. The way the evidence
stacks up against me, I can't say I
blame 'em. But, hurry or no hurry,
sir--I've got a few things to say
before I leave. I tried saying 'em
in here the other day and was stopped
colder'n a mackerel. Well, I'm going
to get them said now--in fact, you
might as well know, I'm not letting
myself be expelled from this Chamber
until I do.
There is a hum in the Chamber and the gavel pounds. Paine is
on his feet.
(above the noise)
Mr. President! Will the Senator yield?
Will Senator Smith yield to--?
*No*, sir! I'm afraid not!
A sudden, astounded quiet.
I yielded the floor the other day,
if you remember--and was practically
never heard of again.
A ripple from the gallery. The President pounds his gavel.
*No*, sir! And we might as well get
together on this "yielding" right
off the bat. I had some pretty good
coaching last night and I find that
if I yield only for a question, a
point of order, or a personal
privilege, I can hold this floor a
little short of doomsday. In other
words, I've got a *piece* to speak--
and blow hot or cold, I'm going to
Mr. President--up on your desk there
is a final conference report on a
Deficiency Bill--waiting to be passed.
Well, I'm here to tell you that one
section of it is nothing but a
barefaced thievery--a piece of graft--
A hum goes up; the gavel pounds--and Paine has leaped to his
Will the Senator yield?
Will Senator Smith yield to--?
Yield *how*, sir?
Will he yield for a question?
Ah, now, that's better.
Will he *yield*?
For a *question*.
Does my colleague's piece concern
Section Forty of the bill--a dam on
Every *aspect* of this matter--the
gentleman's attack on that section--
everything--was dealt with in the
(trying to break in)
I wish to ask the gentleman--has he
one shred of evidence to add now to
the defense he did not give--and
*could* not give at that same hearing?
I have no defense against forged
The committee ruled otherwise! The
gentleman stands guilty as charged.
And I believe I speak for all the
members when I say that no one cares
to hear what a man of his condemned
character has to say about *any*
section of *any* legislation before
Some applause breaks out over the floor--and a commotion in
Mr. President--I stand guilty as
*framed*! Because Section Forty is
graft, and I was ready to say so. I
was ready to tell you that one man
in my state--Mister James Taylor--
was putting that dam through for his
A hum of excitement, and the gavel pounds. We get glimpses
of Taylor's reaction and Paine's growing dread of this
(raising his voice)
A man who controls a political machine--
and everything else worth controlling
in that state--powerful enough to
buy men and put them in this Congress
to legislate his graft! I saw three
of those men--when Mister Taylor
came here to see me.
Paine is up again.
Will the Senator--
I will not yield, sir! This same man--
Mister Taylor--came here to offer me
a place in this Senate for twenty
years, if I would vote for a dam
that he knew and *I* knew was a
*fraud*! But if I opened my mouth
against it, he promised to break me
in two! And I stood here one day and
tried--I *started* to open my mouth--
and it all came to pass. The long,
powerful arm of Mister James Taylor
reached right into this sacred chamber
and took me by the scruff of the
Paine is on his feet desperately.
Mr. President! A point of order!
(trying to proceed)
Senator Paine will state it!
It was *I* who rose in this Chamber
to accuse him. He is saying that I
was carrying out criminal orders on
He has imputed to me conduct unworthy
a Senator--and I demand he be made
to yield the floor--!
Mr. President--I did not say that
Senator Paine was one of those
Congressmen I saw. If the chair
please, I will deny that Senator
Paine *saw* Taylor or even knows him--
I *did* see Taylor! And I was in
An uproar all over the house. Gavel pounds.
(raising his voice
I accuse this man--by his tone--by
his careful denials--he is
deliberately trying to plant damaging
impressions of my conduct--! *I'll*
tell you why we were in tht room.
Because Mr. Taylor, a respected
citizen of our State, had brought
with him the evidence against this
man, later presented from this floor,
and *we were urging him to resign*--
--to avoid bringing disgrace upon a
clean and honorable State!
Jeff now listens in amazement--stunned by the desperate,
fighting lies of Paine.
But he refused. He threatened to
bring that very disgrace down upon
the State and all of us--if we did
not let him go through with his
Finally, there was only one answer
to a man like him--the truth--which
I rose and gave to this body!
(Rising to emphatic,
Mr. President--he has told lie upon
lie--every lie a desperate attempt
to conceal his own guilt. And now,
he is trying to blackmail this Senate--
as he tried to blackmail me! To
prevent his expulsion, he would
probably even try to hold up this
Deficiency Bill--vital to the whole
country--which must be passed
force you to clear his bad name and
save his hide!
Gentlemen--I--I have no more patience
with this--this *rascally* character.
I apologize to this body for his
appointment--I regret I had ever
known him. I--I'm sick and tired of
this contemptible young man and I
refuse to listen to him any longer!
I hope every member of this body
feels as I do!
With that, Paine walks quickly to the cloakroom door--and
out. Applause breaks out. The President does not try to compel
order for a second. Cries break out--from gallery and floor.
Get off the floor!
Boos commence, and we get glimpses of Saunders and the newsmen--
watching Jeff in this tight spot--and of Taylor and McGann,
with hope in their eyes. Then Senators pop up.
Give up this disgraceful stand--and
quit the floor!
The resolution to expel!
Yield the floor!
Please address the Chair--
Cries of "yield" as the gavel raps.
(above the tumult)
Mr. President--the gentlemen want me
to yield! Well--I *would*, sir--on
one condition. These gentlemen won't
believe me--but the people of my
State will. I want to go back and
tell *them* this story. I want one
week--and until I get back here and
tell you what *they* say--and bring
you proof that I'm right--I want the
Senate's word that I won't be expelled
and that Deficiency Bill will not be
An uprising of men and gavel pounds.
Will the Senator yield?
For a question!
Has the gentleman the effrontery--
standing there convicted and in
disgrace--to try to force the
postponement of that bill--?
For one week!
Is he fully aware that this bill has
been months in both Houses--delayed
and delayed--millions will be without
food and shelter until its passage--
public works to relieve unemployment
will be at a standstill--government
agencies will be forced to suspend--
This is unthinkable and an outrage!
The outrage is Section Forty!
Mr. President! If the Senate yields
to this form of blackmail--from *this*
man--and *this* time--it will become
a laughing stock--
Mr. President! It's an insult to
this body to be asked to listen. An
insult to our colleague, Senator
Paine. I, for one, will follow the
Senator's example and refuse to remain
in this Chamber as long as this man
holds the floor!
The Senator starts for the exit--many members, with cries of
agreement, rise and start to move with him. The gavel pounds.
JEFFERSON is seen watching the member's progress toward the
exits. His attitude is grim and steadfast. After a moment,
he starts deliberately and calmly to pull small packages and
a thermos bottle out of his bulging pockets.
(raising his voice)
Well then, sir--I guess I'll just
have to talk to the people of my
State from here.
In the Senate, the members continue out--and the gallery
leans over to see Jeff calmly continuing to take his packages
And I know *one* thing--wild horses
aren't going to drag me off this
floor till those people've heard
everything I've got to say. Not if
it takes all winter.
There is some applause in portions of the gallery, while we
get glimpses of departing Senators--of gallery characters--
of Saunders, thrilled, and excited--of Taylor and McGann,
who rise and start out. In the PRESS GALLERY, men go tumbling
up the stairs, and then break into the PRESS ROOM, shouting.
In the CHAMBER, emptying of Senators, Jeff is finishing
arranging his desk and the President is pounding for order.
Yes, sir. I'll go right on blasting
from here--and if I know those people--
when I'm through--they'll rear up
and kick Mister Taylor's machine to
He looks up to SAUNDERS. She indicates the departing Senators,
and holds up the Senate Manual.
JEFFERSON, catching her signal, picks up the manual, and
looks at the empty chamber.
Uh--Mr. President--you and I are
about to be alone in here, sir. I'm
not complaining for social reasons,
but it'd be a pity if the gentlemen
missed any of this.
(Then, referring to
his manual--in a
Mr. President--I call the chair's
attention to Rule Five of the Standing
Rules of the Senate Section Three.
"If it shall be found that a quorum
is not present, a majority of the
Senators present--," and that begins
to look like me--"may direct the
Sergeant-at-arms to request, and if
necessary *compel* the attendance of
the absent Senators."
Mr. President--*I so direct*.
(to the Secretary of
Ring the call to quorum.
The quorum bell is sounded. Jeff remains standing.
No hurry, sir--I've got plenty of
The quorum bell sounds again.
The scene dissolves to the SENATE PRESS ROOM, as SAUNDERS
tears up to Diz and grabs him. (In the background, is an
unholy chatter of typewriters and the jabber of men
telephoning their stories to the papers, with snatches heard
like: "--sensational story of graft--"; "--hang on all winter--
won't let bill pass till Taylor machine is blasted--.")
The war's on!
He's a house-afire!
Diz--get what he says to the people
back in that State. It's up to you
and the boys. Keep those wires hot.
Fire away, pal!
And impulsively she kisses him a smack on the cheek and runs
off. Diz looks after her in a foolish daze. The background
of boys phoning their stories in, rises to a pitch--as we
dissolve to newspaper headlines, and then again to HOPPER'S
EXECUTIVE OFFICE, with Happy Hopper at his desk, on the phone,
as three of his boys come charging in, waving newspapers.
Jeff's after 'em!
When Jeff gets through with Taylor,
(into the phone; by
When Jeff gets through with Taylor--
(Breaking off, turning
viciously on boys)
Quiet! What do you mean by breaking
in here--? Get out! Get *out* of
He has risen and is driving the boys out.
At the PET SHOP, REAR OF SMITH HOME, Ma is mixing pet food
at the center table--surrounded by boys waving papers
excitedly. The pets are in an uproar.
Ma, Jeff's tellin' 'em, Ma!
Jeff's gonna talk till doomsday--!
He's fightin' 'em, Ma--Jeff won't
(calmly going about
Well, well. Kinda *thought* Jeff
wouldn't be comin' home so soon.
The scene dissolves to TAYLOR'S HOTEL SUITE, with Taylor,
Paine, Cook, Griffith and three Congressmen under great
nervous strain. Desks have been moved into the suite,
telephones are teletype are being installed.
Where's that Jackson City long
Wait now--Hendricks stepped out--
Why isn't an editor at his desk where
Jim--the boy's talking to that State--
the story is out--!
Sure! The fight's in the open now--
to a finish--!
And if he can raise public opinion
against us--if any *part* of this
He won't get started! I'll *make*
public opinion out there in five
hours. I've done it all my life!
I'll blacken this punk until--
Joe--your job is back in the Senate--
keep those men fighting him *there*.
I hit him from the floor with
everything I knew!
Keep doing it! This is the whole
works, Joe--we're out of business of
bigger than we then we ever were. We
can't miss a trick--we can't stop at
*anything*--till this yokel's smashed
up and buried so deep he'll never--!
The phone rings, and Griffith picks it up.
Joe! Will you go back to that Senate!
Paine turns abruptly and hurries out. Taylor grabs for the
Hendricks! Line up all the papers in
the State! Don't print a word of
what Smith says--not a word of any
news story coming out of Washington!
Understand? Defend the machine. *Hit*
this guy! A criminal--convicted by
Senate--blocking relief bill--starving
the people. Start protests coming.
Wires. Buy up every minute you can
on every two-watt radio station in
the State. Keep 'em spouting against
Smith! McGann's flying out--be there
in five hours. Stop your presses--
yank out the stories you got in 'em
now--and get going--*get that whole
In HENDRICK'S OFFICE:
Okay, Jim. Goodbye.
(He hangs up the phone,
then flips a
Stop the presses!
The scene dissolves to the JACKSON CITY PRESS--a huge printing
press--slowing down--and men leaping on it and beginning to
tear out sheets being printed; then to a RADIO STATION where
a man is broadcasting.
--Jefferson Smith is guilty! This
filibuster is a cowardly attempt to
turn your attention from the true
We see ANOTHER MICROPHONE, at which another man is thundering:
--it's an open-and-shut case!
Jefferson Smith was--
In MA SMITH'S SITTING ROOM, Ma is seen in a rocking chair,
surrounded by kids--some of whom hold papers. All are
listening to the radio--the voice of the preceding scene:
(continuing from above)
--caught red-handed--stealing from
A yowl goes up.
A bunch of lies!
A Committee of the United States
Senate found him guilty! Like the
blackguard he is! He is trying to
save what's left of his name--by
attacking Joseph Paine, Willet Dam!
He doesn't care what it may cost the
people of this country--!
Why don't they tell us what Jeff's
Yeah! What about Jeff?
They can't say that!
What's *Jeff* saying?
We see ANOTHER MICROPHONE and a man broadcasting.
--to gain his own contemptible ends,
this man is blocking a bill--
Then a ROOM, with a group of people--a family--listening.
(continuing from above)
--vital to you and this entire nation.
Relief will be stopped! Men will be
thrown out of jobs--!
Through the last line of the above, the man of the family
I always knew that Smith was a phoney!
Then the HOPPER DINING ROOM, with the family at dinner. Four
of the boys are crowded around Happy Hopper, at the head of
the table, where a portable radio is blasting away.
--and to save his own hide, this is
what Jefferson Smith is going to do!
He's going to destroy everything
Joseph Paine and his political party
have done for this State. Joe Paine
has brought us great Federal grants,
prosperity--and now the Willet Dam.
But Smith will destroy that, too--!
It's a lie!
It's a dirty lie!
Jeff never destroyed nothin'.
What do you mean--'destroy'?
How do you get that way?
*Will you please sit down to dinner*!
Yes! Jefferson Smith will keep money
out of this State, and work for
thousands--with a deed and a signed
contract against him.
It's a frame!... Why don't somebody
*do* something?... You *know* it's a
frame, Pop!... When ya gonna be a
man and stop this dirty Taylor from--
Silence! I *am* a man!
The butler has entered while the Radio voice has continued
with the following:
In other words, this man who couldn't
get away with stealing money for
himself, is going to take money away
from you, but he will not get away
with it. Citizens of this State know
the facts. They will brand Jefferson
Smith as he deserves!
(raising his voice)
Mr. Taylor, calling from Washington,
(above the clamor)
Now is your chance, Pop!
Happy switches off the radio and leaps up from the table,
rushing out of the dining room. The kids, with yells of
"Zowie," "Wow," and "Taylor, huh?"--rush out of the room
(calling after them)
Now in TAYLOR'S HOTEL SUITE in Washington, Taylor is on the
phone, his coat off; in the background a battery of men,
phones, teletype machine, desks.
(into the phone)
Happy? What's the matter with you?
*Collapsed*? McGann says you're
sitting home! I want some action!
Get into this!
In the HOPPER LIBRARY, Happy is surrounded by the children,
Go ahead--tell him, Pop!
Talk up, Pop!
Tell Taylor it's a frame! Tell him
what you think!
Tell him to go fly a kite!
(into the phone)
In TAYLOR'S HOTEL SUITE:
What's the racket?--You heard me,
He slams the receiver. Cook is waving a phone at him.
(grabbing the phone)
Clark?... Jim Taylor--in Washington.
This Smith filibuster--your chain of
papers in the Southwest must know
that this bill he's blocking affects
your section as well as any--it's
the patriotic duty of every newspaper
in the country to--
In a SENATE CHAMBER, Paine, the Vice-President, and several
Senators are seen talking.
I've seen filibustering, but this is--
Gentlemen, this can't go on, it's
Henry, we've got to get this man off
Boys, as long as Mr. Smith holds
that floor legitimately, he's going
to continue to hold it. If you ask
me, that young fellow's making a
whole lot of sense.
Sense. Do you call blackmail sense,
Now look, Joe, I didn't like this
boy from the beginning, but most of
us feel that no man who wasn't sincere
could stage a fight like this against
those impossible odds.
Well, I'm very glad to know that,
Martin. After twenty years of working
with you fellows, I'm very glad to
know you're ready to take his word
against mine. That's fine.
Nothing of the sort!
Oh, yes, that's what it means. If
he's just that much right, I'm wrong.
Joe, listen, can't we work out some
deal to pull that Willet Dam out and
let the Deficiency Bill go through?
It isn't a question of Willet Dam.
It's a question of my honor and
reputation and the integrity of the
Committee on Privileges and Elections,
the integrity of the Senate itself.
Well, if you want to throw out Section
forty, go ahead. I'll resign and
we'll have the whole thing over with.
Now, wait a minute, Joe.
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait a minute. This is a lot of
nonsense. Joe's right. A deal's
impossible. We've got to go on just
as we've been doing and break him,
keep him talking, no relief, maintain
a quorum in relays. Is that how you
For once I agree with him. Gentlemen,
it's time to relieve the men on the
How can a man as green as that know
as much as he does? He can't go on
The scene dissolves to the SENATE CHAMBER at night, a crowded
chamber--the gallery full and attentive. Of the Senators,
some are at their desks, some with backs turned to Jefferson
and reading, a couple of them dozing, one with his head thrown
back and a newspaper over his face.
Jeff is standing as his desk reading from the Senate Manual
in strong, positive tones.
The Senators of the previous scene are entering the Chamber.
The Vice-President walks to his chair to relieve the Pro
Tem. As the Majority Leader walks to his desk, he signals to
several men who are to be relieved. These men rise and saunter
out. Some forty men, consequently, are in motion.
"--We hold these truths to be self-
evident, that all men are created
equal, that they are endowed by their
Creator with certain unalienable
(He breaks off,
remarking the Senators
relieving each other--
Well--looks like the night shift's
The Senator will please suspend until
order is restored in the chamber.
A close view of JEFFERSON shows a slight strain after these
seven or eight hours of continuous talk. His collar is undone,
his beard has started to sprout. His eyes go back to his
book, and he continues his reading.
A BROADCASTING STUDIO appears, revealing H. V. KALTENBORN at
This is H. V. Kaltenborn speaking--
half of official Washington is here
to see democracy's finest show--
Washington's uncontrolled filibuster.
The right to talk your head off...
The American privilege of free speech
in it's most dramatic form... the
least man in that chamber, once he
gets and holds the floor by the rules,
can hold it and talk as long as he
can stand on his feet--providing
always first, that he does not sit
down, second that he does not leave
the chamber or stop talking. The
galleries are packed, and in the
diplomatic gallery are the envoys of
two dictator powers. They have come
to see what they can't see at home--
democracy in action.
The floor of the SENATE is seen again.
"--certain Unalienable Rights--that
among these are Life, Liberty and
the Pursuit of Happiness. That to
secure these rights, Governments are
instituted among Men, deriving their
just powers from the consent of the
governed, that whenever any form of
government becomes destructive of
these ends, it is the Right of the
People to alter or to abolish it,
and to institute new government,
laying its foundation on such
principles and organizing its powers
in such form, as to them shall seem
most likely to effect their Safety
(Finishing with a
flourish and putting
the book down)
Now, that's pretty swell, isn't it?
I always get a great kick outa those
parts of the Declaration--especially
when I can read 'em out loud to
He picks up the book and starts to walk with it--stretching
his legs to get the stiffness out.
(waving the book)
You see, that's what I had in mind
about camp--except those men said it
a little better than I can. Now,
you're not gonna have a country that
makes these kinds of rules *work*,
if you haven't got men who've learned
to tell human rights from a punch in
the nose. And funny thing about men--
they start life being boys. That's
why it seemed like a pretty good
idea to take kids out of crowded
cities and stuffy basements for a
few months a year--and build their
bodies and minds for a man-sized
job. Those boys'll be sitting at
these desks some day. Yes--it seemed
a pretty good idea--boys coming
together--all nationalities and ways
of living--finding out what makes
different people tick the way they
do. 'Cause I wouldn't give you a red
cent for *all* your fine rules,
without there was some plain every-
day, common kindness under 'em--and
a little looking-out for the next
fella. Yes--pretty important, all
that. Just happens to be blood and
bone and sinew of this democracy
that some great man handed down to
the human race--! That's all! But,
of course, if you need to build a
dam where a camp like that ought to
be--to make some graft and pay off
your political army or something--
why, that's different!
No sir! If anybody here thinks I'm
going back to those boys and say to
'em: "Forget it, fellas. Everything
I've told you about the land you
live in is a lotta hooey. It isn't
your country--it belongs to the James
Taylors--!" No, sir, anybody that
thinks that has got another think
(He breaks off, and
starts a different
I--I'm sorry to be coming back to
that and--I'm sorry I have to stand
here--it's pretty disrespectful to
this honorable body. When I think--
this was where Clay and Calhoun and
Webster spoke--Webster stood right
here by this desk--why, in the first
place--an' I hate to go on trying
your patience like this--but--well,
I'm either dead right or I'm *crazy*!
(looking back and
calling out dryly)
You wouldn't care to put that to a
A ripple of laughter. The gavel pounds. Another Senator is
Will the Senator yield for a question?
In view of the gentleman's touching
concern for the Senators, would he
permit a motion to recess until the
morning--at which time he could
continue to educate this august body
with his profound babblings?
Jeff pauses. He looks up. Senators come up from under their
newspapers on the alert. Maybe this is the trick that
We see SAUNDERS, shaking her head, pointing Jeff's attention
to the Chair; then JEFF looking down from Saunders, then
around him suspiciously.
(addressing the Chair)
Well, now--I wouldn't know about
that. Mr. President--what happens to
me in the morning--I mean about my
having this floor to go on babbling?
(seen if a full view
of the Chamber)
If the Senator permits this motion
to recess he will not have the floor
in the morning to babble or anything
else, unless he is recognized first
by the Chair.
With a wise expression, Jeff picks up where he left off way
back. (Saunders and Diz leave the Press Gallery in this
I see, well, as I was saying,
gentlemen--I'm either right or crazy.
And I feel fine.
The Senators go back under their newspapers. The ruse didn't
The people of my State have got both
ears full by this time. They're
probably rising up and starting here
in droves just about now--so I think
I'll go on talking until I hear from
Here you are, Senator, from Miss
(Hands Jeff the
(The Page Boy shows
he still has on his
Well, the Constitution of the United
Article one--section one.
The scene dissolves to a STREET in JACKSON CITY, at night;
to a parade of which we see the torchlights and hear the
noise of bands and shouts. A huge banner is seen extended
across the marchers, reading:
Jackson City Hall
This banner passes and another comes forward which reads:
PROTEST SMITH FILIBUSTER. Then we see the PUBLIC AUDITORIUM
at night, people jamming the entrance and milling around
outside. AT THE ENTRANCE, groups are seen being told that
the place is "full up," with no seats. Then we are in the
AUDITORIUM, where several prominent citizens are seated on
the platform, among them Happy Hopper. Happy mops his brow
in extreme discomfort. Kenneth Allen is addressing the
He's a red-handed criminal, that
Jefferson Smith, going to block that
dam--keep money and employment out
of your State--stop relief to starving
millions! Are we going to let a
scoundrel like that throw mud at a
man like Joe Paine?
A shout of "no!" is thrown back at him.
Are you for Joe Paine?
A yell goes up.
Then *tell* him you are!
Another cheer, and at this point, somewhere in the AUDITORIUM,
a youngster yells down with all his might:
Hurray for Jeff Smith!
But simultaneously with his yelling, and right at the end of
the cheer, the band strikes up "Stars and Stripes Forever."
The kids are drowned out and almost immediately are seized
by the scruff of the neck, hands clasped over their mouths,
and dragged out. The scene dissolves to HEADLINES flying up
to screen, capping Allen's request:
CONGRESS! STOP SMITH!
This dissolves to the JACKSON CITY PRESS OFFICE, with MCGANN
at a desk, surrounded by a few other men.
into the phone)
We're burnin' 'em up, Jim! Got every
paper in the state tied up except
the Clarkville Courier up near
In TAYLOR'S HOTEL SUITE in Washington:
Well, buy it--or *wreck* it!
In the SENATE UPPER CORRIDOR, SAUNDERS AND DIZ are pushing
out of one of the gallery doors and through the crowd; Diz
has Saunders by the hand.
What is it, Diz?
He stops with her in a relatively uncrowded spot.
Kid--he thinks he's talking to that
mob at home, but not a line we've
written--not a word he's said from
that floor has gotten into that home
Not a word! Taylor's sewed up every
paper. They're tossing out everything
that comes in over the wires!
Freedom of the press! Mr. James Taylor
blindfolding a whole State--
Wait a minute! If that's how he wants
to play *I'll* get through to that
bunch--I'll get plenty of words into
Come on, Diz, get that stuff you've
written--let me have it--
She pulls him along quickly.
The scene dissolves to JEFFERSON'S OFFICE at night, with
Saunders on the phone--a sheaf of papers in her hand, Diz
Hello! Hello! Mrs. Smith? This is
Saunders, in Washington... Yes--
Saunders--that's right. Listen...oh,
he's fine--great. Don't you worry.
Ma--look--Jeff has a paper there--
"Boy Stuff," that's right. Well,
look--they aren't letting what Jeff
says into the State. If I give you a
raft of it over the phone now, will
you print it up and spread a billion
copies of it?--Swell! Take this down,
Ma, will you?
In MA SMITH'S SITTING ROOM, Ma is on the phone, several boys
around her. (A clock here shows the hour to be about 10:21.)
(turning from the
Boys--everything about Jeff--get
pencils and paper!
With a yowl the boys scramble around.
(into the phone--with
The boys pile around with pads and pencils.
(into the phone)
And little Bobby, with a bugle, raises it and blows a
tremendous, exultant blast!
The scene dissolves to a MONTAGE presentation of the conflict
between the Taylor-McGann press and the youngsters' press:
First Saunders is on the phone, reading material to Ma.
--the Willet Dam is a graft to line
the pockets of the Taylor machine.
Taylor has bought off Congressmen
for years and has systematically
robbed the people. He offered Jeff a
seat in the Senate for life if he
would vote as he was told.
This is contrasted with Taylor, with a sheaf of papers in
his hand, reading over the phone:
--Chick--I want the whole morning
edition a blast to push him off the
floor! Campaign for protests--wires!
Here's your front page editorial: "A
convicted thief, representing you,
holds the floor of the United States
From the above starts by Saunders and Taylor there follow
the words of Saunders being taken down on a broken little
portable typewriter, by one of the kids, with other kids
bringing him sheets of paper in longhand.
Contrasted is McGann listening in, while beside him a couple
of men with earphones pound professionally at typewriters.
The sheets are grabbed out of their rollers by runners who
tear out of the office with them.
We see the kids setting type laboriously.
Contrasted are linotypists of the Jackson City Press.
The kids cut their paper to size on a little hand apparatus.
Contrasted, we see the huge rolls of paper being set in the
We see the kids composing and locking their type in little
Contrasted are the moulds being put into place on the Jackson
City Press rollers.
We see the little press starting up, hand fed, and pumping
out one little circular at a time.
Contrasted is the whirling giant press rattling out at trip-
Back to the little press, pumping out boldly printed
circulars; with headlines that read:
PEOPLE OF THIS STATE!
READ JEFF'S STORY
JEFF SMITH SPEAKS TO YOU!
SMASH THE TAYLOR MACHINE!
JEFF SMITH IS FIGHTING GRAFT
Contrasted is the whirling Jackson City Press. Over it
headlines flash up:
SMITH FORCING NATION TO CRISIS!
Then a CARTOON is seen depicting Jeff with a little whiskbroom
sweeping back an ocean labelled "PUBLIC CONDEMNATION."
Then another cartoon showing a line of haggard people at a
window marked "RELIEF FUNDS." A man at the window holds up
his hand, palm out, and says: "Sorry, Jefferson Smith is
Back to kids who are stacking and tying bundles of circulars.
Contrasted, we see the professional stacking and tying of an
army of workers in the Jackson City Press rooms. (Perhaps
showing a change of shifts--fresh men coming in, as the gong
sounds and shows that it is five o'clock in the morning.)
Back in the Smith home, with the kids still active and the
press still going. Ma is giving the kids coffee. One kid is
bobbing at a desk. A big boy is putting a little fellow,
sound asleep, down on a bed.
The scene dissolves to bobbing Senators at their desks in
the United States Senate. JEFF is seen still talking. His
hair is disheveled, he is weary in the joint, with black
circles under his eyes, collar open. Jeff is saying:
--there just can't be any compromise
with inalienable rights like life
and liberty. That's about the only
thing I know for sure--and that's
about all I got up on this floor to
say--when was it? A year ago, it
Further impressionistic views of the Chamber: the clock,
more sleeping attitudes of the Senators, a weary Vice-
President Pro Tem, the sprinkling of people in the gallery,
made up of the night or early morning birds such as a fellow
in top hat and muffler, a milkman, a street car conductor.
Back to all sorts of little vehicles--play wagons, bicycles,
scooters, etc.--collected in Jeff's back yard as piles of
circulars are carried out and loaded on these contraptions.
Some of the kids are starting away with their bundles. The
bugle note sounds over the scene.
Contrasted, at the Jacskon City Press, the morning extra is
being loaded on big, handsome trucks which roar away.
Then the distribution of the reading matter by both Taylor's
press and the kids'. We see Taylor's trucks dumping bundles
at street corners to newsboys.
Jeff's kids race down residence blocks throwing circulars on
lawns, passing them out on business streets, shoving them
into people's hands--at crowded street corners, at factory
Taylor's newspaper boys are interspersed, hawking their
papers. (End of the montage.)
In the JACKSON CITY PRESS OFFICE, McGann is on the phone,
with men rushing into him with copy.
That's right, get out every piece of
loud speaker equipment on wheels--!
He is interrupted by a man who rushes in with some leaflets
in his hand.
Chick, Chick, look--"Boy Stuff"
circulars--peddled by nine million
(grabbing the leaflets,
Well, what are you standin' for? Get
the boys out! Kill it!
The scene dissolves to RESIDENCE BLOCKS, three episodes,
showing a couple of kids rushing along with a wagon full of
circulars and other kids taking from it to distribute them.
A big open truck swerves up to the curb. A couple of men
rush out, push the kids away from the little wagon, grab the
circulars, and toss them into the truck. The kids raise a
hue and cry and pile on. A quick free-for-all in which the
kids are sent sprawling--a smack to the jaw, a kick.
This dissolves to A SLUM LOCATION: A large truck is loaded
with signs, is surrounded by shabbily-dressed men. McGann is
on hand, with a fist full of money. Signs are being passed
down to the waiting men and, as each takes one, McGann slips
a bill into his hand and he hurries off with a sign. The
signs carry these appeals: "STOP SMITH!" "WIRE CONGRESS!"
"STOP SMITH--WE WANT TO EAT." "CRIMINAL SMITH TALKS AND
AMERICANS STARVE!" "HERO JOSEPH PAINE." "JOE PAINE SAVED
Then we see an overlapping series of posters going up--a
banner being hoisted over a street. Men pasting up huge twenty-
four sheets and three sheets--and little cards tacked to
telegraph poles and sides of buildings. They read: "STOP
SMITH! WIRE CONGRESS." A piece of bunting, folded up, suddenly
is pulled open to reveal STOP SMITH! Now we are in a STREET
at the front end of a small but boisterous parade, composed
principally of adults with a sprinkling of kids. Both adults
and a few children, flanking the marchers, play instruments.
There are banners at the end of the parade which read: "DOWN
WITH GRAFT--AND TAYLOR!"
"SMASH THE TAYLOR MACHINE!"--"SMITH IS FIGHTING YOUR BATTLE!"
"JEFF SMITH WAS FRAMED!" "HAVE JEFF SMITH AND A CLEAN STATE!"
Suddenly, those in the forefront look off in horror as almost
simultaneously they are hit by a might stream of water. We
see a fire truck and hoses pouring water, held by a couple
of firemen, with the aid of a plug-ugly. There are glimpses
of people as they are swept off their feet and whirled
violently on the ground. Simultaneously a calliope is heard.
Down the street comes the truck pulling a tremendous poster
on which is printed; "STOP JEFF (JUDAS) SMITH!" This truck,
with calliope playing, moves through what remains of the
parade. A loud speaker attached, bawls out:
LOUD SPEAKER VOICE
Stop Smith! Remove this scoundrel
from the Senate! Wire Congress!
This dissolves to a CORNER. A soap box is surrounded by a
small group which is in the act of forming.
Smith was framed! Don't believe the
papers! James Taylor owns them.
(Waves a circular)
If you want the truth, read--
The small group is rushed by some professional hoodlums.
They charge through the group and the soap boxer is dragged
from his perch. At this instant a screaming siren is
overheard. People pause to look up. Then a MOVING AIRPLANE
is seen, with siren screaming, pulling a streamer on which
are the the letters: "STOP SMITH! WIRE CONGRESS!"
LOUD SPEAKER VOICE
Stop Smith! It's the duty of every
Various groups of people in the streets are looking up--people
raising their windows to look out, people rushing out of
doors from factories and public building as the loud speaker
LOUD SPEAKER VOICE
--to wire Congress! Put Smith out of
the Senate! Pass the Deficiency Bill.
Wire Congress--in the name of the
needy and hungry Americans!
But in a STREET, there appears the car of the Governor's
children, and it is pulling a trailer on which small hand-
painted posters lean against each other. These posters bear
the words: "STAND BEHIND JEFF" and "READ WHAT TAYLOR'S PAPERS
WON'T PRINT." The Governor's kids are recognized in this car
and also the little boy with the bugle who is playing one
continuous blast. The kids are throwing circulars to the
left and right as they move down the street. Suddenly a big
touring car with some plug uglies in it bears down with a
roar on this little trailer. They run into it--gasoline is
either poured on it or the gasoline tank is drilled with a
bullet and a match is set to the whole works. The trailer
and the car go up in a blaze as the kids scramble out to
save their lives.
The scene dissolves to the HOPPER EXECUTIVE OFFICE, in which
Hubert is on the phone, raging:
Are you Commissioner of Safety or--?
*Hoodlums*! Taylor's hoodlums are
running riot in the streets! Even
children are not safe--hospitals are
filled! I won't stand for this
And in the SMITH HOME, the place is still whirling. The kids
are working away. One of them is speaking into an amateur
radio excitedly--with a circular in his hands.
Fellas--tell your folks--the Taylor
machine is framing Jeff Smith! Here's
Jeff's story--put it down--!
He breaks off as shouts are heard outside. About three
gorillas are pushing their way into the office. A group of
kids has evidently been fighting them from the time they
entered the house. The kids are yelling: "What do you want
in here?" "Who are you?" "Get out of here!" The men throw
off the kids and advance to both the press and the amateur
radio. One of them takes a small object that looks like a
hand grenade out of his pocket and hurls it at the press.
There is an explosion. The men duck and run. A couple of
kids clutch their faces and scream. The press stops.
Simultaneously one of the other gorillas has thrown himself
at the amateur radio. He starts pulling it apart.
Next MA is on the phone.
Saunders! Is that you, Saunders?
And we see SAUNDERS on the phone.
In the SMITH HOME:
Yes! Bombs--acid! Children hurt! All
over the city! Tell Jeff to stop!
It's no use. They--they'll just kill
*him* if he goes on--and everybody
else! It isn't worth it, Saunders--
SAUNDERS is seen paralyzed, holding the receiver as Ma's
voice screeches through.
*Tell him to stop*!
H. V. KALTENBORN is seen again, broadcasting.
Senator Smith has now talked for
twenty-three hours and sixteen
minutes. It is the most unusual and
spectacular thing in the Senate
annals. One lone and simple American
holding the greatest floor in the
land. What he lacked in experience
he's made up in fight. But those
tired Boy Ranger legs are buckling;
bleary eyes, voice gone, he can't go
on much longer and all official
Washington is here to be in on the
In the SENATE PRESS GALLERY, Saunders and Diz are seen.
No, sir, there's no compromise with
truth. That's all I got up on this
floor to say--when was it--a year
ago, it seems like.
Diz, I'm afraid. Terrible things are
happening. I've got to stop him.
They're listening to him. Anything
might happen now.
Just get up off the ground, that's
all I ask. Get up there with that
lady that is up on top of this Capitol
dome--that lady that stands for
liberty, take a look at this country
through her eyes if you really want
to see something and you won't just
see scenery--you'll see the whole
parade of what man's carved out for
himself after centuries of fighting
and fighting for something better
than just jungle law, fighting so's
he can stand on his own two feet--
free and decent, like he was created--
no matter what his race, color or
creed. That's what you'll see. There's
no place out there for graft or greed
or lies or compromise with human
liberties. And if that's what the
grown-ups have done to this world
that was given to them we'd better
get those boy's camps started fast
and see what the kids can do and it
is not too late because this country
is bigger than the Taylors, or you
or me, or anything else. Great
principles don't get lost once they
come to light. They're right here.
You just have to see them.
(rising at his desk)
Mr. President, will the Senator yield
for a question?
Will Senator Smith yield to his
Yes, sir, I yield for a question.
The gentleman has said repeatedly
that he is speaking to the people of
his State. He has been waiting, as
he so fancifully puts it, for them
to come marching here in droves.
Would the gentleman be interested in
knowing what those people have to
In the PRESS GALLERY:
Here it comes, Diz.
On the FLOOR again:
Yes, sir, you bet I would.
Mr. President, have I permission to
bring into this Chamber evidence of
the response from my State?
Is there objection?
(There is none)
You may proceed, Senator.
Now a number of page boys enter, carrying down and placing
before the President's ROSTRUM many WIRE BASKETS, filled
with telegrams. The view picks out SAUNDERS.
I can't stand it, Diz. I can't stand
to see him hurt like this.
Public opinion made to order.
Yeah, Taylor made.
SENATOR PAINE walks down and points to the baskets.
There it is, there's the gentleman's answer. Telegrams, five
thousand of them, demanding that he yield the floor. I invite
the Senate to read them. I invite my colleague to read them.
The people's answer to Mr. Jefferson Smith.
(seen getting up and
Stop, Jeff, stop!
(Her voice is lost in
JEFFERSON has gone wearily to the baskets. He seizes handfulls
of telegrams at random and glances at them. He sags in
despair, almost falling.
I guess this is just another lost
cause, Mr. Paine. All you people
don't know about lost causes. Mr.
Paine does. He said once they were
the only causes worth fighting for,
and he fought for them once, for the
only reason that any man ever fights
for them. Because of just one plain,
simple rule, "Love thy neighbor,"
and in this world today, full of
hatred, a man who knows that one
rule has a great trust. You knew
that rule, Mr. Paine, and I loved
you for it, just as my father did.
And you know that you fight for the
lost causes harder than for any
others. Yes, you'd even die for them,
like a man we both know, Mr. Paine.
You think I'm licked. You all think
I'm licked. Well, I'm not licked and
I'm going to stay right here and
fight for this lost cause even if
this room gets filled with lies like
these, and the Taylors and all their
armies come marching into this place.
Somebody'll listen to me--some--
The chamber whirls in front of Jeff's eyes--and he pitches
forward to the floor. People get to their feet automatically
all over the house--and there is dead silence except for
SAUNDERS, who utters one shriek as she gets to her feet--
then stands unable to move.
Then PAINE rises stiffly--his face a complete blank--and
starts toward the cloak room, several feet away.
The tense, silent shock of the Senate floor is broken and
men start for Jeff's inert form. A tumult goes up, and
JEFFERSON is seen inert--completely gone--as men surround
him. And then--suddenly--off-scene--a pistol shot is heard.
Heads turn violently in the direction of the cloak room.
In the CLOAK ROOM, near the door to the Chamber, Paine is
now struggling with three or four men, who wrest a revolver
out of Paine's hand. In violent desperation, Paine tears
himself loose and rushes for the chamber.
In THE CHAMBER Paine comes toward the center aisle. (Jefferson
still lying face down on the floor.)
(crying out to the
Expel *me*! Not him. *Me*!
He continues toward the chair as he talks--a man distracted--
the whole house on its feet.
Willet Dam is a fraud! It's a crime
against the people who sent me here--
and *I* committed it!
PAINE walks mechanically toward the chair.
Every word that boy said is the truth!
I'm not fit for office! I'm not fit
for any place of honor or trust in
this land! Expel me--!
He did it.
Wait a minute. I've got to write
(pounding vainly with
Order, gentlemen, please.
Will you please let go of me.
He did it! Yippee!
The scene dissolves to the HOPPER KIDS, a newspaper between
them--and just yelling at the tops of their lungs:
And this is followed by a BONFIRE SCENE, with Boy Rangers
leaping and yelling; and then we see the WINDOW of the offices
of the JACKSON CITY PRESS at night, where a rock goes crashing
through the window, smashing it to smithereens.
This dissolves to HOPPER'S EXECUTIVE OFFICE, in which HOPPER
is surrounded by Edwards and the other members of the
Citizen's Committee. Happy is a lion at bay.
(yelling into their
Resign! Resign! Who found this
magnificent young American? Who went
down alone--in the dead of night--
and sought out this Lincoln--this--
Resign! Why, I've just begun! I'll
find *more* Jefferson Smiths! I'll
clean out of our glorious state every
*vestige* of James Taylor--I'll--
Now we are in a STREET, in daylight, with the BOY RANGER
BAND marching--playing a martial air--confetti falling on
them. JEFFERSON AND SAUNDERS are in the back of an open car--
band--cheers--confetti! They are both rather dazed. A huge
placard, carried by a Boy Ranger, reads:
JEFFERSON TO THE SENATE
There is a BAND, and there is much cheering. Then the GOVERNOR
AND MRS. HOPPER are seen in the back of an open car. (Band
and cheers and confetti.) Happy is bowing to left and right--
all smiles. He pauses to say:
Emma--it's the White House--no less!
JEFFERSON AND SAUNDERS are in the open car; Jeff looks off,
and is suddenly at attention.
In a GROUP ON THE SIDEWALK, Joseph Paine is watching the
parade. Suddenly Jeff leaps out of the car and heads for the
curb. Saunders tries to stop him. JEFF is pushing through
the crowd--and grabbing for PAINE, who has fearfully started
to move off.
Please, sir!--come with me!
I say it's *your* parade, sir! You've
*got* to come!
He pulls Paine with him--back toward the automobile. The
people mill around them.
The scene dissolves to the SMITH LIVING ROOM, as Jeff and
Saunders and Paine enter to Ma, who is waiting. (Outside we
still hear the band and cheers.)
(kissing Jeff's cheek)
Clarissa, Ma. She'll be stayin' a
(takes Saunders' hands)
And Senator Paine too, Ma--we'd like
to have him--
Certainly would, Joseph.
How's Amos, Ma?
We'd better see.
Jeff--wait--they want you to speak!
Not *me*! Joseph Paine is the man
they ought to be listening to! Come
He drags her off toward pet shop--Paine calling after him,
And in the PET SHOP: Saunders and Jeff are seen entering. On
seeing Jeff, the animals go berserk. And in a comparative
lull Jeff says to them:
Meet Clarissa, fellas.
And the scene fades out.
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