Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets
INTERIOR BACK ROOM 末 GOWER'S DRUGSTORE 末 DAY
CLOSE SHOT 末 Gower talking on the telephone. George stands in
Why, that medicine should have been there an hour ago. It'll be
over in five minutes, Mrs. Blaine.
He hangs up the phone and turns to George.
Where's Mrs. Blaine's box of capsules?
He grabs George by the shirt and drags him into the back room.
Capsules . . .
GOWER (shaking him)
Did you hear what I said?
Yes, sir, I . . .
Gower starts hitting George about the head with his open hands.
George tries to protect himself as best he can.
What kind of tricks are you playing, anyway? Why didn't you
deliver them right away? Don't you know that boy's very sick?
GEORGE (in tears)
You're hurting my sore ear.
INTERIOR FRONT ROOM DRUGSTORE 末 DAY
CLOSE SHOT 末 Mary is still seated at the soda fountain. Each
time she hears George being slapped, she winces.
INTERIOR BACK ROOM DRUGSTORE 末 DAY
CLOSE SHOT 末 George and Gower.
You lazy loafer!
Mr. Gower, you don't know what you're doing. You put something
wrong in those capsules. I know you're unhappy. You got that
and you're upset. You put something bad in those capsules. It
wasn't your fault, Mr. Gower . . .
George pulls the little box out of his pocket. Gower savagely
rips it away from him, breathing heavily, staring at the boy
Just look and see what you did. Look at the bottle you took the
powder from. It's poison! I tell you, it's poison! I know you
feel bad . . . and .
George falters off, cupping his aching ear with a hand. Gower
looks at the large brown bottle which has not been replaced on
the shelf. He tears open the
package, shakes the powder out of one of the capsules, cautiously
tastes it, then abruptly throws the whole mess to the table and
turns to look at George
again. The boy is whimpering, hurt, frightened. Gower steps
Don't hurt my sore ear again.
But this time Gower sweeps the boy to him in a hug and, sobbing
hoarsely, crushes the boy in his embrace. George is crying too.
No . . . No . . . No. . .
Don't hurt my ear again!
Oh, George, George . . .
Mr. Gower, I won't ever tell anyone. I know what you're feeling.
I won't ever tell a soul. Hope to die, I won't.
Okay, I think it's time I put the movie on!