EXCERPT from pages 50-54


INT. WILLOWBROOK COURTHOUSE - DAY

Stuffy.  Hot.  Confined.

TOWNSPEOPLE listen to the rhythmic monologue of --
an AUCTIONEER.  Bids are cast.

KATE enters.  Finds herself a seat.

		    AUCTIONEER
	  I have a bid--have a bid.  Going
	  once...going twice...SOLD! 

Kate looks over the crowd.  
Spies the MAYOR up front; a big grin.  

Looks to the back; STRAUSS sits off alone.
She has no smile, no expression at all.

		    AUCTIONEER
	  Now ladies and gentlemen, the next
	  piece of property up for sale is--
	  if check your program--parcel 62.

MAYOR's sits with trio of Rockefeller-type SUITS. 
One of them is MR. FIELDS.  He nods to auctioneer.

		    AUCTIONEER
	  This is a 4.2 acre spread located
	  in prime local situated at the 
	  northwestern edge of town.  The
	  bidding will begin at 325.  Do I
	  hear 325 for this exquisite bargain?
	  Do I hear 325?

A MAN raises his arm.

		   MAN
          325.

Auctioneer picks up the tempo.

    		  AUCTIONEER
	  325.  I have 325.  Do I hear 350?
	  350?  Anyone 350? 

One of Field's associates bids.

  		  AUCTIONEER
	  350.  350.  I have 350.  Do I hear
	  375?  375?  Anyone 375?

A WOMAN raise her arm.

		  WOMAN
	  200!

		  AUCTIONEER
	  200.  I have 2...?
		
The auctioneer stops short.  Crowd turns to the woman.

		  AUCTIONEER
	  Ma'am?  Did you say 200?

 		  WOMAN
	  Yes.

		  AUCTIONEER
	  Excuse me.  Let me try to explain
	  how this works.  In order for you to
	  bid successfully, a bid higher than 
	  the previous one is necessary.  

Turns back to the crowd.

		  AUCTIONEER
	  Back to business.  I have a bid--
	  have a bid--have a bid.  Do I
	  hear 375?  375?  Anyone 375?

		  WOMAN
	  150!

Crowd stirs.  Bidding stops again.

		  AUCTIONEER
	  1-150?  Mrs. Bradshaw, please.  If
	  you cannot follow the simple rules
	  laid down--

		  WOMAN
	  --I can follow simple rules, Mr.
	  Graham.  It's simpleton rules I
	  have a problem with.

MR. BRADSHAW tries to control his wife - little success.

Auctioneer feeling awkward.  
Mayor waves him on to continue.

		  AUCTIONEER
	  I-I have a bid.  A bid of 350.
	  Do I hear 375?

WOMAN in the back.

		  2nd WOMAN
	  375.

Getting back up to speed.

		  AUCTIONEER
	  I have a bid of 375.  Thank you.
	  I have a bid of 300-70-5.  Do I
	  hear 40--

		  2nd WOMAN
	  --not $375.  Three dollars and
	  seventy five cents. 

Crowd breaks into mixed laughter and aggravation. 

Mayor steps up to the auctioneer post.

		  MAYOR
	  Ladies...ladies and gentlemen, 
	  please.  I'm sure you'll all
	  agree it's most unseasonably 
	  humid today--making these already
	  small quarters seem even more 
	  unbearable.  In order to expedite 
	  these proceedings, allowing us to 
	  depart from the uncomfortable 
	  surroundings we find ourselves in, 
	  it is important for all those bidders 
	  involved to take this auction with 
	  the utmost integrity and sincerity.

Mrs. Bradshaw stands.

		  MRS. BRADSHAW
	  Integrity?  Show me the moral decency
	  of one who profits from the selling
	  of children's lives?

		  MAYOR
	  Children's lives?  Mrs. Bradshaw, 
	  the Shorehaven Orphanage is what 
	  is up for bid here today.  By no 
	  means, are we auctioning off the 
	  lives of those who inhabit that 
          structure.

		  MRS. BRADSHAW
	  Then tell me Mayor, where will they
	  go?  What will become of them once 
	  the orphanage is razed?  Have you 
	  given even some thought to these 
	  questions?  Where will they go?  
	  Who will take care of them?    
		
Crowd becomes moved by her pleas.  Mayor is hesitant.  

Fields and associates grow impatient.

		  MAYOR
	  Go?  Well, we'll find--

MAN stands.

		  MAN
	  --What mayor?  What of the orphans 
	  of Willowbrook?  I'm sorry but I'm
	  going to have to agree with Mrs.
	  Bradshaw.  No thought has been put
	  into this at all.

		  MAYOR
	  Now, Bufford, we all...we all can't
	  allow ourselves to get distracted
	  from the topic at hand.  Once the
	  orphanage is sold, we can discuss 
	  the proper arrangements for these
	  unfortunates.  Now is not the time--

  		  MRS. BRADSHAW
	  --now is the time.  Put off until
	  tomorrow what needs to be discussed 
	  today?   

Mr. Bradshaw fails to persuade wife to take her seat.  
Smacks his bald head with her handbag.  

Crowd enjoys a laugh.

		  MRS. BRADSHAW
	  Now is the time, mayor.  Now is 
	  the time for Shorehaven. 

Women in crowd start to clap.  

Mrs. Bradshaw continues her plea above the --
supportive cheers and jeers.

		  MRS. BRADSHAW (con't)
	  Now - is - the - time!  
          Now - is - the - time!

Mayor looses control of crowd.  
Fields is not pleased. 

Women stand.  Clapping.  Cheering.

Strauss off in the corner; a world of her own.


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