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|Dialogue||8.0||72||Silence of the lambs: 7.9||Inception: 8.0|
|Plot||8.1||54||The sweet hereafter: 8.0||Vice: 8.1|
|Concept||7.8||50||Stranger things: 7.7||Get Out: 7.8|
|Story Forward||7.9||45||The sweet hereafter: 7.8||Mr. Smith goes to Washington: 7.9|
|Overall||8.2||45||The sweet hereafter: 8.1||Donnie Darko: 8.2|
|Conflict Level||7.4||41||Fear and loathing in Las Vegas: 7.3||True Blood: 7.4|
|High Stakes||7.0||38||Lucifer: 6.7||Mr. Smith goes to Washington: 7.0|
|Character Changes||5.7||35||Sorry to bother you: 5.6||Mr. Smith goes to Washington: 5.7|
|Emotional Impact||7.0||29||Catch me if you can: 6.9||glass Onion Knives Out : 7.0|
|Characters||8.0||29||Hors de prix: 7.9||Donnie Darko: 8.0|
|Story Content||Character Development||Scene Elements||Audience Engagement|
|Scene Number||Full Analysis||Tone||Overall Grade||Concept||Plot||Characters||Character Changes||Conflict||High stakes||Story forward||Emotional Impact||Dialogue|
|1||Death and Politics||"serious"||8||8||8||7||3||5||6||7||6||8|
|3||The Pressure Mounts||"Tense"||8||8||9||8||6||9||9||9||8||9|
|4||Jefferson Smith is a Hero||"Serious"||8.5||9||8||9||6||9||8||9||8||9|
|5||Pressure and Pet Shop Politics||"Serious"||8||9||7||9||3||5||4||7||5||8|
|6||The Appointment||"Humorous, upbeat"||8||9||8||7||4||8||7||9||6||6|
|7||Jefferson Smith Becomes a Senator||"Heartwarming"||8||8||8||9||6||4||5||7||8||7|
|8||Jefferson Smith arrives in Washington||"Humorous"||7||6||7||7||3||4||2||5||3||7|
|9||Lost in Washington||"Humorous"||8||7||9||7||2||4||3||9||2||8|
|10||Jefferson Smith Visits the Lincoln Memorial||"Reverent"||8||8||7||9||6||4||3||6||8||8|
|11||Senator Smith Gets Lost||"Humorous"||7||7||7||9||3||5||2||6||5||8|
|12||Jefferson Smith Gets Lost||"Light-hearted, humorous"||7||6||7||7||5||3||3||6||5||6|
|13||Saunders and Diz Plot Against Jeff||"Humorous"||7||6||7||7||3||4||3||5||3||8|
|14||Jeff Smith in the Spotlight||"Whimsical"||8||8||7||8||5||7||4||8||6||8|
|16||Jefferson Takes the Oath||"serious"||8||7||8||7||6||8||8||9||8||7|
|18||Jefferson Challenges the Press||"Tense"||8||8||8||9||8||10||9||9||9||9|
|19||Jefferson Takes the Oath||"tense"||8||7||8||8||6||9||9||8||8||7|
|20||Writing a Bill||"Tense"||9||8||9||8||4||6||5||8||5||9|
|21||A Senator's Calling||"Inspiring"||8||8||7||9||8||4||3||7||6||9|
|22||Jefferson and Saunders' Personal Chat||"optimistic"||8||7||7||8||3||2||2||4||5||9|
|23||The National Boys' Camp Bill||"Tense yet comical"||7.5||7||8||7||4||8||6||8||5||7|
|24||National Boys' Camp Proposal||"Hopeful"||9||8||8||9||5||7||7||9||6||9|
|25||Dressing Up Jefferson Smith||"Excited"||7||8||7||8||4||3||4||6||4||6|
|26||Shopping and Dinner with Saunders||"light-hearted"||7||7||7||8||3||4||2||4||5||8|
|27||Saunders' Outburst||"Humorous, Sarcastic"||7||8||6||8||4||5||3||4||6||9|
|32||Senate Hearing on Jefferson Smith's Scandal||"Tense"||8||8||9||7||6||9||10||9||7||8|
|34||Compromise and Confrontation||"intense"||8||7||8||8||7||8||8||8||9||7|
|35||The Fight for Integrity||"Desperate"||8||8||8||9||9||8||9||8||10||8|
|36||Fight for Justice||"tense"||9||9||10||9||8||9||10||10||8||9|
|37||Jefferson Fights Back||"Intense"||9||7||9||9||8||10||10||10||10||9|
|38||Jefferson Fights Back||"Intense"||9||8||10||8||7||10||10||10||10||9|
|39||Jefferson Smith's Filibuster||"confrontational"||8||7||8||7||7||9||9||8||7||8|
|40||The Machine Strikes Back||"Intense"||10||9||10||9||8||10||10||10||9||9|
|41||The Filibuster Continues||"Tense"||8||9||8||7||5||9||8||8||7||7|
|43||The Battle for Public Opinion||"Tense"||9||8||9||8||6||10||10||9||7||8|
|44||The Battle Continues||"Tense"||8||9||8||7||6||10||10||9||7||7|
|45||The Battle for Public Opinion||"Intense"||9||8||9||8||7||10||10||9||9||8|
|46||Jefferson's Last Stand||"tense"||8||8||9||7||7||9||10||9||10||8|
|47||The Fall of Paine||"Intense, emotional"||9||8||9||9||8||9||8||9||10||8|
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
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.
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
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.
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!
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
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--