EXT. TREE-LINED RESIDENTIAL STREET – NIGHT
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT
George and Mary. The night is warm with a bright moon. George is dressed in jersey sweater and oversize football pants that keep wanting to come down. Mary is in an old white bath robe. Each is carrying their wet clothes tied into a bundle that leaves a trail of dripping water. As they near the camera we hear them singing:
GEORGE AND MARY
(singing)
Buffalo Gals can't you come out tonight. Can't you come out tonight. Can't you come out tonight. Buffalo Gals can't you come out tonight and dance by the light of the moon.
GEORGE
Hot dog! Just like an organ.
MARY
Beautiful.
GEORGE
And I told Harry I thought I'd be bored to death. You should have seen the commotion in that locker room. I had to knock down three people to get this stuff we're wearing here. Here, let me hold that old wet dress of yours.
He takes the bundle of clothes from Mary. They stop and look at each other.
MARY
Do I look as funny as you do?
GEORGE
I guess I'm not quite the football type. You... look wonderful. You know, if it wasn't me talking I'd say you were the prettiest girl in town.
MARY
Well, why don't you say it?
GEORGE
I don't know. Maybe I will say it. How old are you anyway?
MARY
Eighteen.
GEORGE
Eighteen? Why, it was only last year you were seventeen.
MARY
Too young or too old?
GEORGE
Oh, no. Just right. Your age fits you. Yes, sir, you look a little older without your clothes on.
Mary stops. George, to cover his embarrassment, talks quickly on:
GEORGE
I mean, without a dress. You look older... I mean, younger. You look just...
In his confusion George steps on the end of the belt of Mary's bath robe, which is trailing along behind her. She gathers the robe around her.
GEORGE
Oh-oh...
MARY
(holding out her hand)
Sir, my train, please.
GEORGE
A pox upon me for a clumsy lout.
(He picks up the belt and throws it over her arm.)
GEORGE
Your... your caboose, my lady.
MARY
You may kiss my hand.
GEORGE
Ummmmm...
Holding her hand, George moves in closer to Mary.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Hey – hey, Mary.
Mary turns away from him, singing "Buffalo Gals":
MARY
(singing)
As I was lumbering down the street...
George looks after her; then picks up a rock from the street.
GEORGE
Okay, then, I'll throw a rock at the old Granville house.
MARY
Oh, no, don't. I love that old house.
GEORGE
No. You see, you make a wish and then try and break some glass. You got to be a pretty good shot nowadays, too.
MARY
Oh, no, George, don't. It's full of romance, that old place. I'd like to live in it.
GEORGE
In that place?
MARY
Uh-huh.
GEORGE
I wouldn't live in it as a ghost. Now watch... right on the second floor there.
George hurls the rock at the house. We hear the SOUND of a window
breaking.
EXT. FRONT PORCH OF HOUSE – NIGHT
CLOSE SHOT
We see a grumpy old man in shirt sleeves in a rocking chair on the
porch. He looks up as he hears the breaking glass.
MARY
What'd you wish, George?
GEORGE
Well, not just one wish. A whole hatful, Mary. I know what I'm going to do tomorrow and the next day and the next year and the year after that. I'm shaking the dust of this crummy little town off my feet and I'm going to see the world. Italy, Greece, the Parthenon, the Colosseum. Then I'm coming back here and go to college and see what they know... and then I'm going to build things. I'm gonna build air fields. I'm gonna build skyscrapers a hundred stories high. I'm gonna build bridges a mile long...
As he talks, Mary has been listening intently. She finally stoops down and picks up a rock, weighting it in her hand.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Are you gonna throw a rock?
MEDIUM LONG SHOT
The old deserted house. Mary throws her rock, and once more we hear the SOUND of breaking glass.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Hey, that's pretty good. What'd you wish, Mary?
Mary looks at him provocatively, then turns and shuffles off down
the street, singing as she goes. George hurries after her.
MARY
(singing)
Buffalo Gals, can't you come out tonight...
George joins her in the singing as they proceed down the street.
MARY AND GEORGE
(singing)
... can't you come out tonight, can't you come out tonight. Buffalo Gals can't you come out tonight and dance by the light of the moon.
GEORGE
What'd you wish when you threw that rock?
CLOSE SHOT
Man on the porch of house, listening to George and Mary.
MEDIUM CLOSEUP – GEORGE AND MARY
They have stopped walking and now face one another.
MARY
Oh, no.
GEORGE
Come on, tell me.
MARY
If I told you it might not come true.
GEORGE
What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say...
LONG SHOT
Full moon shining through the trees.
BACK TO SHOT – GEORGE AND MARY
GEORGE (CONT'D)
... the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary.
MARY
I'll take it. And then what?
GEORGE
Well, then you could swallow it and it'd all dissolve, see? And the moonbeams'd shoot out of your fingers and your toes, and the ends of your hair.
(pauses)
Am I talking too much?
MAN
Yes!! Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death?
GEORGE
How's that?
MAN
Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death?
GEORGE
Want me to kiss her, huh?
MAN
Aw, youth is wasted on the wrong people.
As he speaks, the man leaves the porch and goes into his house,
slamming the front door.
GEORGE
Hey, hey, hold on. Hey, mister, come on back out here, and I'll show you some kissing that'll put hair back on your head. What are you...
Mary runs off scene. George has been once more standing on the belt of her bath robe, so as she goes, her robe comes off.
GEORGE
(looking around)
Mary...
He drops his bundle of clothes and picks up Mary's robe. He cannot
se her anywhere.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Okay, I give up. Where are you?
MARY
Over here in the hydrangea bushes.
GEORGE
Here you are. Catch.
(He is about to throw her the robe, when a thought strikes him.)
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Wait a minute. What am I doing? This is a very interesting situation.
MARY
(from the bushes)
Please give me my robe.
GEORGE
Hmm... A man doesn't get in a situation like this every day.
MARY
(impatiently)
I'd like to have my robe.
GEORGE
Not in Bedford Falls, anyway.
Mary thrashes around in the bushes. We hear her say:
MARY
Ouch!
GEORGE
Gesundheit. This requires a little thought here.
MARY
(getting mad)
George Bailey! Give me my robe!
GEORGE
I've heard about things like this, but I've never...
MARY
(interrupting)
Shame on you. I'm going to tell your mother on you.
GEORGE
Oh, my mother's way up the corner there.
MARY
(desperate)
I'll call the police.
GEORGE
They're way downtown. They'd be on my side, too.
MARY
I'm going to scream!
GEORGE
(thoughtfully)
Maybe I could sell tickets. Let's see. No, the point is, in order to get this robe... I've got it! I'll make a deal with you, Mary.
Headlights flash into the scene, and the old Bailey automobile drives in, with Harry at the wheel, and Uncle Billy beside him.
UNCLE BILLY
George! George! Come on home, quick! Your father's had a stroke!
George throws Mary's robe over the bush and gets into the car.
GEORGE
Mary... Mary, I'm sorry. I've got to go.
HARRY
Come on, George, let's hurry.
GEORGE
Did you get a doctor?
UNCLE BILLY
Yes, Campbell's there now.
