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. |