"Mr. Smith to Washington" screenplay

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"Mr. Smith to Washington" screenplay

Text/〔美〕Schedney Bozman

Translation/Chen Guorong

First

The dome of the National Assembly Building in Washington gradually emerged. It was night, and the dome was shining brightly with lights.

Jing Huawei was outside the windows of the newspaper office building at night. The windows were illuminated by street lights, and the words "Washington Telegraph" could be seen more and more clearly. In the editorial department of Lanye News in Jinghua City, a sleepy person wearing an eye mask reached out from behind the desk and picked up the phone that was ringing.

Editor: (mechanically) This is the editorial department—(suddenly astonished) What?

In the telephone room in the corridor of the hospital, a reporter is making a call. Through the glass door of the telephone room, a nurse can be seen sitting at the desk in the corridor.

Reporter: Senator Sam Fry has passed away—in St. Vincent’s Hospital a minute ago. When he was dying, his old partner Senator Joseph Paine was by his bed.

So we can see in the office of the hospital, Joseph Paine, a neatly dressed, dignified, fifty-eight-year-old man, holding the telephone on the nurse’s desk, talking excitedly; standing next to him Nurse.

Paine: (To the phone) Long distance station? This is Senator Joseph Paine. Pick up Jackson City—Governor Herbert Hobel's house. hurry up!

The camera flicked across a long line of telephone lines and melted into the bedrooms of Governor Hobel and Mrs. Hobel. Hobel and his wife slept on two identical beds, and the room was dark. The phone rang. Mrs. Emma Hobel, the governor's wife, sat up straight in the dark.

Emma: (a impatient woman) I know! I know you don’t want to spend a quiet night in this house! (When the phone rings again) Hublot!

Herbert: (wake up, bewildered) What-dear-what-

Emma: That goddamn call!

Herbert: Yes, yes, — phone, phone — (touching the light switch clumsily) Yes, yes, really damn it, baby — really damn phone — I'll take a look (grab the phone) Hello, Joe (note 1)! --what! --Do not! No way! Terrible!

Emma: What's the matter?

In the hospital office, we saw Paine calling.

Paine: He died too late! Please give Jim Taylor a call and tell him that I will be flying back tonight.

In Governor Hobel's bedroom.

Herbert: (on the phone) OK, Joe, OK—I'll call right away. (He hangs up the phone, picks up the receiver again, and starts dialing the number)

Emma: What is going on?

Herbert: Sam Foley-passed away!

Emma: Oh my god!

Herbert: It's just this time! It happened at this time! It will take another two months before Fry’s term of office expires-he just had to die, which made us-

Emma: Who do you call in the middle of the night?

Herbert: To Taylor, my dear.

Emma: Can't you fight for a while, Herbert?

Herbert: No, no—trust me, baby—it's really urgent—(to the phone) Hello, hi, is Taylor there? ——Governor Hobel. Hurry up, please--

Emma: It's not like a home, it's like a crossroads in the world!

Herbert: Hey, hey, Emma, ​​my dear — don’t forget, we are elected by citizens —

Emma: (Sharply) Forget it! Save these words for the groundbreaking ceremony, Herbert (sighs) Alas, at that moment, you look in the mirror and think you have seen a politician!

Herbert: Hey, baby—(then, talking to the microphone excitedly) Jim!

In Taylor's room, the professional politician leader. We saw Jim Taylor, a sophisticated, silent, and impressive man of fifty years away, standing by the phone in a suit and vest, with his sleeves rolled up, and a cigar in his hand. Behind him, there was a smoky room, and many people were sitting around the card table. Obviously, Taylor had just stood up from there.

Taylor: What happened, Herbe (note 2)?

In Herbert's bedroom.

Herbert: Sam Foley-passed away in Washington tonight. Joe just called. You want to be more than this--

In Taylor's room.

Taylor: It's dead, huh? Yes, take it easy, Herbie. Is Paine coming? --that's all. Don't get excited-shut your mouth, you don't have to say it beforehand.

In Herbert's bedroom.

Herbert: (to the microphone) Yes,-yes, Jim-yes-

Now the news of Foley’s death published in the newspaper the next morning flashed on the screen and the following lines of headlines-

Frye's vacancy will be nominated by the governor

The two-month unexpired term shall be replaced by the designated heir

Hobel’s decision is urgently needed

Jinghua is outside the governor's office. The time is morning. The room was full of people—there were journalists—the citizens with status—women—all waiting to meet the governor. A group of people gathered around the desk of the male secretary. In addition, I saw two writing desks with two secretaries sitting next to him. People are talking secretly.

Reporter: Can the governor’s announcement be published in the midday paper--

Secretary: Governor Hobel took care of it, and you can get it later—

A serious gentleman named Edwards hurried to the desk.

Edwards: (Resolutely) Please remind the governor again--

Secretary: He knows that you guys from the police team are waiting for him, Mr. Edwards. (Raises his voice so that everyone in the room can hear it) The governor will be able to meet the committee members after a short pause.

In the governor’s special office, we can see Herbert Hobel and McGahn, the former sitting by the phone, and the latter lying lazily in the chair.

Herbert: (to the phone) Yes, yes—tell them, I'll meet—immediately! (Suddenly turning off the upload phone, turning around to McGahn) I had to meet these noisy citizens. I can't push them away! They have something to say about this appointment. Most of them have people.

McGahn: Slow down, Herbie, Jim said he would wait.

Herbert: I can't wait any longer, McGahn! You go to the room over there and tell Jim Taylor and Joe Paine that I can only give them one more minute—

McGahn: (calmly) Go tell Jim Taylor yourself.

Herbert: (walking around-angrily) Washington! Always discussing the issue of Washington! No one thought of this state—think of my question! (Suddenly decided) I must tell Jim Taylor. Now it's my turn to give him a sentence or two! (He pushes the door into a small lounge)

In the lounge. Joe Paine and Jim Taylor were standing there when Herbie probed in.

Herbert: (Angry) Hey, Jim—if you and Joe are still nagging about this appointment, I don’t care about you, so I’m going to meet these people from the police team first!

Taylor: (Sharply) You must wait for us to discuss it before you meet them!

Herbert: (Meekly) Yes, Jim.

Herbert withdrew and closed the door. Jim Taylor turned to Paine.

Taylor: Herbe Hobel is more difficult to deal with than the top actor!

Paine:-In other words, Jim-while we were busy working on the Villett River Dam-the person who entered the council in place of Sam Frye must be someone who neither wants to be nosy nor can A self-assertive and nonsense person, he must be a person who we can be sure of!

Taylor: That's why I proposed Miller-Holace Miller. Before we promoted him to the position of judge, he had already been tempered by our organization. He is a submissive man!

Paine: Jim-if we don't propose the Villett River dam proposal-or postpone the proposal until the next parliament, or simply give up-

Taylor: How does that work! ——We have worked so hard and finally put it in ambush to make up for the shortfall. Everything is ready, and everyone has already expressed their approval——

Paine: How much does the Villett River Dam have to do with you, Jim?

Taylor: Joe, I have to take care of many people in this state.

Paine: I know, but at this moment, when a new senator is about to enter the siege, are you worth the risk?

Tyler: Joe, what's the matter with you? I won't take any risks in anything related to you-especially now that you have a great reputation in the Senate. You see, I mobilized all my newspapers to campaign for you. You are the representative of our western region who should be included in the list of national candidates, but anything can happen at the conference.

When Joe looked at the newspaper, there was a pause.

Tyler: (Continue to remember) Joe, it has been twenty years since I met you on the main street, and you were still working as a lawyer at that time.

Paine: Jim—if it’s difficult to mention things in the future, why don’t you just give up the dam as I said?

Taylor: We can't give up now, Joe. We bought the land around the Wei Lituo under a false name. If we abandon or postpone the proposal of this plan-it will cause troubles for investigation and expose the fact that we forged names and reselled the land to the country. No, Joe, in my opinion, we have only one way to go to get the dam case through-to get things done quickly.

Paine: Well, if you know that Miller is obedient, then appoint him.

Taylor: Don't worry about Holace—he will do it. Come--

He walked quickly to the door, Paine following behind.

In the governor's special office. When Tyler and Paine broke in, Herbert Hobel stretched both hands up.

Herbert: It's finally done! thanks God!

The handset buzzed.

Herbert: (into the phone loudly) One minute! Just one minute!

Taylor: Herb, we and I have reached one person, Holace Miller!

Herbert: Holly, Miele--

McGahn: (jumps up) It's wonderful! Holace, a natural fool, acted like a trained seal.

Herbert: Jim—if I throw a cudgel like Holly in front of this irritated police corps—

Taylor: Herb, there is no time to explain to you the reason-it must be Miller! We have handed over the candidate to you. Now write down the name. (Walking to the door) Come, Joe. Come on, Chik.

Herbert: (following them) Hey, wait a minute, friends! ——My God. I must first meet these angry self-police team members-touch their bottom-do some peace talks-peace talks.

McGahn: Peace talks-and nominate Holace Miller!

Jinghua became the governor's office. The room was crowded with members of the self-police team, chairs lined up in a row, very close to each other. Herbert was speaking to them at his desk.

Herbert: (Exercising all the stops) Gentlemen! Considering that the qualifications of candidates must meet the noble character of being a senator of the United States-there is a person whose name shines like a beacon-this person I believe you will enthusiastically agree-this is the respectable Holace Mi Le.

Suddenly the low noise broke out, and the excited people stood up and shouted!

People's cry:

Miller!

Don't Holace Miller!

This is Taylor's gang!

Among the veterans, there is no place for him!

A party stick, Taylor's tool!

Let's change a clean person, change taste!

The new self-police regiment does not support Miller! Don't support Miller!

Herbert: (smiling wryly, cowering) Please be quiet—please—

Jinghua is in the study room of Hobel's home. night. Hobel stood in confusion as Tyler was speaking roughly at him with his hat in his hand, and McGahn listened.

Taylor: Did they mention their candidate? who?

Herbert: (lowly breathing) Henry Hill.

Taylor: Henry Hill? That lunatic? That shaggy guy? Why did you turn things up all at once--

Herbert: I, I can't help it, Jim, these people—

Taylor: We can't control them! Ignore them!

Herbert: Jim, those people are waiting for the election to win, if I carry Holace out—

Taylor: I said ignore them! Holace Miller enters the Senate-things are finalized!

Herbert: I can't recommend Holace Miller!

Taylor: Can't you?

Herbert: I can't help you make a stalemate. Besides, I'm afraid of ruining my entire political future!

Taylor: Your political future! I bought it for you, I gave it to you as a gift. I was able to take it back in a blink of an eye, and it made you feel dizzy. When we are in such a difficult situation, you dare not worry about your future! (Walking to the door) This person is - Miller.

McGun: (following Tai Ren, helping out coldly) Miller.

The two left, leaving Hebe who was sullen and swallowed. The bad ears appeared.

Listener: Mr. Edwards from the Self-Police Corps is calling, sir.

Herbert: (groans) No, I'm not here, I'm sick. I—I— (dejectedly) I'll answer the phone.

He picked up the telephone receiver.

Herbert: (Cheer up) Mr. Edwards, good evening... Hey, I am waiting for instructions on this matter. The problem is not that I am against Henry Hill--

By the telephone, Edwards was very emotional.

Edwards: (to the microphone) Hill is what every decent person needs and expects! Nominate Henry Hill, Mr. Governor—or else—

In the governor's study, Herbert looked cowered.

Herbert: (Patience) Well, Mr. Edwards, of course, I must keep it in mind. Good night.

He hung up the phone with an air of suffering. Emma appeared at the door.

Emma: It's dinner, Herbert.

Herbert: (absent-mindedly) I must have in mind...what? Oh, eat. Baby-my stomach can't hold even a grain of bird food.

Emma: (Leaves) We are waiting for you, Herbert.

Jinghua is a restaurant, where Hobel's family sits and eats. Six children sit around the table-four boys from nine to sixteen, and two girls in the middle. The valet put the soup in front of them.

Herbert: Really, dear—I don't want to eat at all.

Emma: (contemptuously) Nonsense.

Peter: (Second) What's the matter, Dad? Did you demote?

Herbert: Why demote me?

Jermei: (Boss) Daddy, what trouble have you encountered?

Vodice: (Youngest) Seems to be for Henry Hill—oh, dad?

Peter: No—for Holace Miller—or else—

Herbert was choked by soup.

Jermei: Oh my God, I don’t want to pick a rice bucket like Holly Miller—whether he is Taylor’s or not!

Herbert: Taylor! May I ask, what does Taylor have to do with this?

Jermei: Hey, he is controlling the election, isn't he, Dad?

Herbert: Emma! I don't want to talk about these things with my children during dinner!

Emma: Nonsense, why can't you listen to the children and change your mind? You might really learn something from it.

Herbert: (with a bit of sarcasm) For example, how to deal with government affairs? No problem, my children can easily appoint me!

Jermei: That's easy. Appoint Jefferson Smith.

Herbert: Please say it again?

Peter: Jeff Smith (note 3). He is the only senator we support.

Vodice: Really. He should be president.

Little Jackie: (fourth old) I like Jefferson Smith.

Herbert: You like it too! Well, well, everyone said that. Forgive my ignorance-I can't tell if this Jefferson Smith is human or-

Peter: My goodness, Dad-he is the leader of the junior team.

Herbert: Ah, it's a child!

Jermei: No, no, Dad-Jeff is an adult! Jeff Smith! He is the best player when we go safari in the wild-no matter what animals or rocks it is dealing with.

Peter: By the way, he is our greatest hero now. All the front page headlines of newspapers say so.

Jermei: Really, did you see the horrible fire in the forest around Tianshui Lake in the newspaper?

Herbert: I know. what's going on?

Peter: Hey, it was Jeff who put out the fire.

Herbert: Is he alone?

Jermei: Well-it's the players of Jeff and Shaoer. They are camping together-they have saved hundreds of lives and millions of property-

Vodice: Not even a child was injured!

Jermaine: Now, if you really need a senator—

Herbert: I don't need a senator, and I don't want to listen to these nonsense, Emma!

Emma: Why, I think the children are so nice—

Vodice: Dad, he is also the greatest American! He can tell you what George Washington said-he can recite it all. "Youth Garden" is the best spiritual food for teenagers.

Herbert: What field?

Peter: "Youth Corner" is a magazine run by Jeff. He printed it himself. (He pulls a book out of his pocket excitedly) Look, there is one—ah, it's great—everyone reads it—a million children across the state. Look, Dad—let me read you a paragraph—

Herbert: Peter, I'm not in the mood to listen to children talking nonsense.

Jermei: Nonsense!

Peter: You are really disappointing, Dad! Listen to this paragraph (turning to the last page with your fingers) "How can people treat each other sincerely-give instead of get-serve others instead of enslaving others-have ideals and not seek quick profit- —Be faith, not greed—"What do you think?

Vodice: No, sir! You will not do better than him, Dad.

Herbert: So what?

Vodice: Elect Jeff as a senator.

Herbert: (increasing anger) Emma! Please--

Peter: (jumping up to deal with the attack) Don't you want to get out of the trouble, do you?

Vodice: (also jumping up) Haven't you been collecting votes all the time, have you?

Peter: You don't believe it-there are 50,000 children here, and every two people have one vote-they vote!

Jermei: (Also attacking) Dad, if you are willing to do something good for this state--

Vodice: If you stand up like a big man one day, go tell Tyler-get out.

Emma: Vodis!

Herbert: (Falling like a thunder) Don't talk about it! I don't want to be attacked and slandered by my children in my own home! My nerves are going to explode!

He threw the napkin and rushed out of the dining room.

Emma: Herbert!

Xiaoqien: Mom, Dad is angry.

Jinghua became the study of Herbert Hobel. night. Herbert paced melancholy, and Emma put the supper in the tray and put it on the desk.

Herbert: (softly, sadly) Emma! I'm really exhausted.

Emma: No wonder! ——Don’t eat dinner!

Herbert: Emma, ​​which one do you think is better-Holly Miller or Henry Hill?

Emma: (Blurred out) Well, the kids are very smart-they said it would be good to choose Jefferson Smith.

Emma hurried out. Herbert lost his air and began to pace again.

Herbert: (talking to himself dazedly) Henry Hill — Holly Miller — Henry Hill — Holly Shee — uh — Henry —

Then, in despair, he took out a coin from his pocket, intending to throw it to make a decision.

Herbert: Face up—it's Hill. Back up-Miller.

He closed his eyes and threw it away, and the coin rolled over the table. He rushed over, dumbfounded.

The coin stood upright against the small shelf of newspapers and magazines.

Herbert was at a loss. At this time, he scanned the top of a pile of newspapers with his eyes, and we saw that the headline of the newspaper was--

The citizens express their heartfelt thanks to the hero Jeff Smith

Herbert stared at the headline, then suddenly rushed out frantically.

Jinghua is a street. night. A row of simple white houses, with neat grounds, surrounded by white wooden fences. The street lights shine. A car drove up and stopped in front of Jefferson Smith's house. Governor Herbert Hobel got out of the car, stopped to look at the house, and hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to go in or not; then, he took his idea away, opened the door, and walked forward.

At the door, Herbert hesitated again, but finally knocked. When he knocked on the door with his knuckles, a burst of ear-piercing music--a very unsophisticated instrument playing--came out of the door, making Herber jump out of fright, twisting his body and preparing to escape. He just ran two steps before the door. opened. At the door stood a short and amiable woman with gray hair (Jie Huan's mother). The music continues to sound, so both parties must raise their voices to speak.

Mom: I think I heard...Excuse me?

Herbert: Well-is this Jefferson Smith's home?

Mom: Exactly, please come in.

Herbert: Well, is Jefferson Smith at home?

Mom: At home, please come in!

[Smith’s living room. It was a clean and comfortable room, and there were about twenty children from nine to fifteen years old imitating the band. An older child is the conductor. They wore all kinds of clothes, and some were very tattered-one of the children's legs was wrapped in a bandage. Herbert walked into the room, staring blankly.

Mom: (The voice is loud enough to overwhelm the music) I'll call Jeff, he's in the workshop behind—

She walked across the room. Herbert waited, screaming at the sound of the music. Suddenly, he looked at the neighboring room with curiosity—and at the same time, he walked there to escape the music.

The neighbouring room Hublot walked into was an office, which contained everything, from a writing desk with a foldable lid full of mail, to a small power printer-to shortwave radio equipment. This is a hectic hive. There are about eight to ten boys working like seven dwarves (Note 4)-some print cards on a printing press, some bundle "Youth Corner"-some fix short waves radio. Herbert looked silly at this unexpected sight. He noticed the small note posted on the wall with the great man’s quotations and mottos: "Give benefits to others" and "When a person dies, all he has is what he gave to others in his lifetime-Jean York Rousseau", "No one is good enough to rule others-Abraham Lincoln", "No matter how tall your grandfather is, you have to grow up by yourself"... He saw some boys working by the radio -Some are working at the desk-and the little power printing press is turning non-stop. Mom came back suddenly, followed by Jeff Smith-elegant, slender, and young-as he was wiping off the white thing on his right hand.

Jefferson: Good evening, sir. I'm doing something— (and then surprised) Governor Hobel!

Mom: Phew—I'm going to Helix!

Then everyone suddenly became excited.

Jefferson: Children! stand at attention! This is Governor Hobel!

Jeff quickly removed a hook, and the children left their jobs all together and ran to stand at attention.

Herbert: Alright-alright-please-all right. Take a break, children--

Jefferson: (Standing upright) This—this is an honor, I—I—

Herbert: Nothing. My visit to you this time is a matter of public and private—it should be said that I am here to pay tribute to your recent heroic deeds—a delayed compliment, Mr. Smith.

Jefferson: Oh, yo, you praised——

Herbert: No, no! This is a great contribution to the country. Yes, that's it. Moreover, I also heard about your excellent job of teaching youth.

Jefferson: Phew, it's not a job, sir-it's really an interest.

Herbert: Of course, of course. There is also this small good publication-"Youth Corner"-I dare say that it must be widely sold in China.

Mom: Yes-at first it was just a single page copied from carbon paper-later due to various reasons and reasons, it gradually developed-

Herbert: Great! great! My child, I am convinced that our country is very grateful to you——

Jefferson: Oh, this—

Mom: Jefferson—

Jefferson: Ah, mom?

Mom: Governor, please forgive me for interrupting you, but—(to Jeff)—boy, the plaster will harden after a while.

Jefferson: (Excited) What a mess! Look, sir—I was putting a cast on Amos’s leg just now—he often chewed it off. Sir, please forgive me, I'll be back soon.

Herbert: Of course—of course.

Jeff hurried out.

Mom: You might also like to take a look together, Governor! Jeff put the cast on that leg very well.

Herbert: Ah, of course.

Mom followed Jeff out—Hebert followed Mom and went down a few steps.

The animal domestication room where Mom and Hublot entered was a simple house built outside the main house. When they stepped into the house, they heard a terrible bark—the bark of a dog—the scream of a parrot, which almost frightened Herbert. Jeff put the plaster on the table in the middle and walked to a cage.

Jefferson: (calling) Jerry! Xiao Hei! Little queen! guys! Be quiet!

Mom: (screaming) Ah, ah, ah! (To Herbert) Governor, it doesn't matter.

She walked to the table—Hebert followed.

Herbert: Animal domestication room?

Mom: That’s right, it’s almost decent — Jeff covered it with some wood chips or something —

Jeff took Amos out of a cage, which was a walking monkey. He put it on the table. Amos struggled violently, and the plaster cast on its legs had broken to pieces. Herber took a closer look, very surprised. Jefferson moved his hand to remove the plaster mold from Amos's leg.

Jefferson: (To mom) Here, good mother, please help. Grab Amos by the tail so that it won't grab my hand.

Mom did what he said, or wanted to do it.

Jefferson: (To Amos) Ai, Ai, Ai-it's useless to move around. Hold tight, mom!

Mom: This little thing is fascinated by ghosts tonight!

Jefferson: (Working) Governor, I'm so sorry. However, it will be over in a while. Sir, you just said in that room--

Herbert: Yes-yes-I said-the country wants to reward you-

Jefferson: Oh—

Herbert: ——Within the scope of my power, I have to grant you a very lofty honor. So I--

Jefferson: Mom! Grab it!

Mom: I really can't do it, kid-grab the head and tail together, no!

Herbert: Well—I—can I help—

Jefferson: Thank you, Governor-Okay! Don't you mind? Grab its head—mother grabs its tail.

Herbert: Head?

Jefferson: Just press its ears with your hands-make it face up.

Herbert did it timidly, and Amos yelled—Herber said he was so scared that he almost let it go.

Jefferson: Amos! (To the governor) Grab it, governor, yes, yes, press down—

Jeff put his hands on the plaster.

Jefferson: What did you just say, Governor? really sorry.

Herbert: (makes up his mind—definitely) I said, sir—within my authority—as a tribute to you—I appoint you as a senator of the United States!

Jeff did not immediately understand what he meant.

Jefferson: Alright, Amos, alright—(then, suddenly understand what Herbert said) What?

Mom: What?

At this moment Amos twisted its head and bit the soft white thumb of Governor Herbert.

Herbert: (screaming) Oh, it bit me!

Herbert let go of Amos, and Amos twisted and almost escaped from the table. Jeff and Mom wanted to catch it.

Jefferson: (Shouting) Amos! Amos!

At the same time, other animals screamed, and the entire animal domestication room was filled with a loud roar. ] (Note 5)

Jinghua is the headline of the newspaper, and a line of big headlines that occupies eight columns that are eye-catching read--

The unexpected appointment of Governor Hobel

The other line of subtitles (with a picture of Jefferson Smith) is—

Hero Jefferson Smith

The preferred candidate for the governor

Jinghua became the governor's study. morning. Taylor, McGahn, Herbert and Paine were all present.

Taylor: (Knocking on the table with the newspaper in his hand, shouting at Herbe) A member of the junior team—a squirrel chaser—is a senator of the United States!

Herbert: Jim—this man was given to us by God following our prayers—is the rain from heaven—we need such people—we need votes—

McGahn: He is an idiot!

Herbert: Hear-he is such a fool-patriot with straight brows-can remember Washington and Lincoln-can stand upright in front of the governor-collect lost children and cats-

Taylor: What!

Herbert: Joe—you know what I'm talking about. That is a very suitable person, he has never engaged in politics in his life. In two years he will not discover what politics is, let alone two months. And the most important thing is-this is a genius strategy-it means a large number of votes!

McGahn: Oh-oh!

Herbert: He is a hero in the eyes of 50,000 children and 100,000 parents. Look at the congratulatory letters that come from here! I tell you, gentlemen, with this politician style, I will--

Tyler: (sullenly) But you didn’t ask me beforehand--

Herbert: Jim—as soon as I had an idea, I—

Taylor: But never asked me!

Herbert: (Anxiously) Oh—Jim!

Paine: Wait a minute, man. Herbie might have done a great job. Instead of letting Miller or someone else come on stage, let him come on stage. We put a blindfold on this stunned boy and let him visit the places of interest. He can't figure out the way in Washington. According to Herbie, you can make political capital in the state.

Tyler: Joe—you mean—do you think you can really hold this guy's nose by what's his name in Washington?

Paine: (calmly) A young beloved—a man who can recite Washington and Lincoln’s famous quotes? ——Let him move freely in our capital? I think I am sure.

Taylor: (Hesitating for a moment) Chek-immediately dispatch the propaganda person. This is an unprecedentedly important appointment. A feast is to be held-a celebration meeting is to be held.

McGahn: A great success! A grand banquet—with Hebe’s boastful speeches—with music—with children—with flags—the old tear-making game.

The scene is transformed into a set of montages. A series of ridiculous newspaper headlines praising Herbie’s appointment—A picture of Herbie and Smith—Pictures of Herbie shaking hands with people one after another in the office—In Jeff Smith's house, the children were in groups Surrounding Jeff, showing him the image of celebration—the scene of him shaking hands with the adults—the scene of piles of congratulatory messages—and finally, at night, the band of the youth club came to the street and marched with the military music. The flag flying above them read: "Our own Senator Jefferson Smith".

Jinghua becomes a banquet hall. You can see a close-up view of Hobel, wearing a white tie, beaming, standing at the banquet table-speaking to everyone.

Herbert: Your governor used his powers to bestow great honors—promote a person to the high status of a senator of the United States. How does your governor bestow this honor?

As a result, Jing showed a large horseshoe-shaped banquet table full of leaders. To the left and right of Herbert sat Jefferson and his mother, along with Mrs. Hobel and Paine. Mom looked red, but Jeff looked confused and nervous at this time.

Herbert's voice: Does he use honor to please wealthy and powerful citizens? Do not! (While Paine looked at Jeff) Was it manipulated and used by boring politicians? Do not!

Tyler and McGahn sat on the flanks of the table-in an inconspicuous place. McGahn looked up at the sky, as if praying to God for relief.

Herbert's voice: What did he do? Faithful to the tradition of our party——

Edwards listened suspiciously.

Herbert's voice:-Your chief, in this spirit, walked among the people-(the enthusiasm was extreme, and you can now see the whole banquet) and found a good person! A hero! ! In this spirit, we are together tonight to announce and celebrate the victory of Senator Jefferson Smith.

There was thunderous applause—people stood up—and the band played music in tribute. Hobel motioned to Jeff to stand, and Jeff stood up, his tongue gaping. The noise fell silent, and they were all waiting.

Jefferson: (simply-slowly) Yes-well-thank you. I-I have a feeling that you made a big mistake-I thought-(people responded with laughter) I-I can't imagine a greater honor than this. This honor is not mine. It belongs to all my children. (Turning to Paine) Sitting with someone like Senator Paine-I can't explain how honored it is. He and my father are very close friends.

Paine was surprised, he raised his eyes and looked at Jeff.

Jefferson's voice: My father used to tell me that Joseph Paine was the best person he knew.

Paine was surprised by the warm applause. He moved his eyes down and turned to Jeff's mother; she was leaning forward, smiling at him. Her mouth shape indicated that she was saying, "Hey, Joseph."

When the applause stopped, we once again saw the panorama of the banquet.

Jefferson: I don't think I can be of any help to you, Senator Paine. (Laughter among the audience) But I can promise you—I will do my best to maintain this honor—I will not do anything that humiliates the reputation of the United States Senator. (He sits down amidst stormy applause)

Tyler and McGahn clapped mechanically.

McGahn: Who wants to get it, I will go back to Sunday school?

Cheers and applause continued in the banquet hall. Then the band suddenly played outside the screen. All heads turned to the back of the hall. The door was pushed open, and the Junior Club band stepped in—more Jeff's children followed. The children lined up, with the little ones in the front and the big ones in the back. -Line by line, arranged in sequence. They walked to the center of the seats. The band played a march. The guests cheered. Jefferson's eyes glowed. The children stood at attention and stepped until the band finished playing. A child-Jackie Hobel came up, he was carrying a bag of things, and Herbert and Emma watched attentively.

Emma: (Proudly) Jackie!

Tyler and McGahn were also watching.

McGahn: Oh my god—that's Snow White and a thousand dwarfs!

Jackie gave a speech to Jeff with a stunned mouth. The hall was silent.

Jackie: (stammering and reciting the speech nervously) Senator Jefferson-at this great time, we are all very proud. ——Junior team members have this opportunity — eh (lifted the bag) — as a commemorative — um — as a commemorative (the speech was interrupted and changed to a freestyle conversation) This is a briefcase, Jeff! It was given by all the children in partnership. I'll pretend you to use the law when you get there!

He rushed forward and stuffed the gift into Jeff's hand. The guests were elated. Jeff was so touched that he couldn't speak. He stood up and continued with his leather bag. The band began to play the tune of "Deep Friendship and Friendship", and everyone stood up and sang in unison. Paine walked over to Mom.

When Paine walked to her mother, she was singing. She stopped singing. They shook hands enthusiastically. Then Paine looked at Jeff and compared with his hands: "Is this the little guy I saw?" Mom nodded. She sang again. We saw another panoramic view of the hall. The children sang very enthusiastically, and the guests sang together.

Jefferson opened the purse and stared at it, the words engraved in the purse—

Senator Jefferson Smith

Members of our best junior team-best partners

Jeff turned his gaze to the children—his teary eyes were a bit misty, and this was the most wonderful moment in his life.

Jinghua is an intermodal train bound for Washington. In a carriage, we saw Jeff and Senator Paine. Jeff is taking out a copy of "Youth Corner" from his purse.

Jefferson: You must, OK, it's nothing. This is an issue published this week. (He passes the book over)

Paine: (review) "Youth Garden". Phew, there is ink in your veins, Jeff, you really look like your father.

Jefferson: Thank you, sir.

Paine: Even your hat is also worn by dreamers. Looking at you is like seeing him, behind his old-fashioned desk with a foldable lid, wearing a hat or something, printing newspapers. He always cuts his hat on his head, as if ready to fight at any time. Clayden Smith, editor and publisher, a fighter for a doomed cause.

Jefferson: Really, my father often said that the only thing worth fighting for is a cause that is doomed to fail.

Paine: You don't have to tell me this, Jeff. The two of us are in the same group. People are used to calling the fighting editors and lawyers hard brothers and hard brothers, a pair of warriors of a doomed cause.

Jefferson: Mom has told me a thousand times.

Paine: His last battle was the most touching one, Jeff. In order to defend a small miner who insisted on his rights, he used his small four-page newspaper to oppose the coal mining enterprise. You know, they tried every means to deal with him, temptation, intimidation, and finally—he—

Jefferson: Yes, mom found him on the desk that morning...

Paine: The bullet was shot from behind. I was there and saw him lying on the old-fashioned desk with a folding lid, with a hat on his head... with a hat on his head.

Jefferson: I know. I think, Mr. Paine, a single-handed man, it is impossible to achieve a lot if you want to rise up against such a large organization. Can you say that it can be done?

Paine: No.

The scene fades away.

Part two

In the carport of Washington Station. We can see McGahn, Paine and Jefferson, porters and luggage.

Jefferson: Washington!

McGahn: Yeah, Washington! You said it five times, Senator!

Jefferson: Where is my pigeon? I better look at my pigeons.

McGahn: The porter takes it. They came.

Jefferson: (Runs out) Wait a minute, it's better to be safe.

McGahn: (to Paine) Good guy! For two whole days, my head swelled like a balloon. I never knew there was so much history in the United States.

Paine: (Tease him) You can't take shortcuts in your studies, Chek.

McGahn: Jim, the good job Taylor gave me—to accompany him to the monument—needs this job as if I needed ten pounds.

Jeff came back with the pigeons.

Jefferson: Look—I found it. They are all very good.

McGahn: The crisis is finally over! This way! senator.

They go out.

Jefferson, McGahn, Paine and the porter walked into the station. Susan Paine and the three girls rushed in, and they kissed Paine and Jeff. The girls are holding small cans and basins for donating money, on which are placed ribbons for donations to the Milk Fund.

Girls:

what! Father.

I saw him first.

he's mine--

When the four girls were about to kiss Jeff, he felt very flustered.

Paine: Come, come, Susan—this is Jeff Smith—our new Senator!

Susan: It doesn't matter who it is, just donate money—come—come—one dollar and a ribbon, and donate it to the Milk Fund.

Another girl: If you don't want to donate, we still have to kiss you.

Jefferson: (looking around embarrassingly in his pocket) One yuan-four yuan. Oops! The key is useless, right?

Paine: Here, Jeff, I will pad it for you first. ——This is a good meeting gift to the capital!

McGahn: (Draws out a roll of bills) Okay, give me a dozen, Miss Paine.

Susan: (Received the money) Thank you, Mr. McGahn, you are so kind.

McGahn was a little annoyed because no one kissed him.

Paine: This is my daughter Susan and her friend, Senator Smith.

Girls:

Hello! Hello!

Welcome to the new senator.

I thought he should be a member of the junior team wearing a big hat.

Susan: (pointing to the pigeon) What are you bringing, Senator?

McGahn: The pigeon-a letter to his mother.

Jefferson: Just for fun. ——You see, this house-carrying letter is the fastest. I want it to participate in the national competition.

Susan: It's amazing!

Another girl: He is kind of romantic.

Susan: Think about a pigeon who will give you a love letter.

At this moment, two middle-aged men with slightly stern faces, Kirk and Griffiths ran over.

Kirk: Joe!

Griffith: Ah! Chick.

McGahn: Hi, Carl! ——Hi, Bill!

Paine: Jeff, meet Mr. Kirk and Mr. Griffiths-these are both members of our state headquarters.

Kirk and Griffith noticed Jefferson and shook hands with him again and again, but Jefferson couldn't say a word. He just put down his pigeon.

Kirk: Nice to meet you, Senator! Really, sir, great appointment! You will certainly grace our hometown.

Griffith: Welcome, Senator! Life here is very slutty, different from your past life. Women wear high heels! Ha ha!

Paine: Okay, let's go, Bill—have you booked a room for Senator and Chik in the hotel—

Kirk: It's all done, live on the same floor as you, Joe.

Susan: (Raises eyebrows) How great!

Paine: Okay, let Jeff be with us—

Susan: Father, I'm afraid our car will not have enough seats. It's better to let Senator Smith and McGahn take his pigeons together.

Jefferson: Of course.

Susan: Well, we will see you often, Senator. Come, father.

Susan took Paine and left. After the girls waved goodbye to Jeff, they followed. Griffith and Paine walked together for a while.

Paine: (turning back and shouting, carefully) Chik—

McGahn: I can hold him, Joe. no problem.

Paine and Griffith are together.

Paine: Is everything ready for him, Bill?

Griffith: All ready. Frye used to be in the room in the Senate office building-a large and tidy desk-a letter envelope for the senator to prepare his letters to children-and Frye's secretary Santes, which really looks like that. NS--

Paine: Okay, are the journalists waiting in the hotel?

Griffith: Yes—Sweeney, Fleet, Falir—they are waiting for you—

Paine: Very good. The first thing to do is to introduce Mr. Smith to the reporter in a proper way-hurry up, Bill.

Griffith: What do you think, champion?

Paine: Very good, why?

Griffith: Your name has been popular here for half a day-you are on the list of candidates for the National Congress, just as popular as a red horse in winter horse racing.

Paine: Oh, go to you.

The journalists came with cameras and took pictures of Paine.

Jefferson, McBein and Kirk are together.

McGahn: Well, Senator-let's put these luggages with the beasts-

Jefferson: (suddenly points with his hand) Look! it's here!

McGahn: What? who?

We saw that Jeff was pointing at it—it was the dome of the National Assembly Building on a "hill", directly facing the entrance of the station.

Jefferson's voice: The dome of the National Diet Building!

The companions looked at Jeff indifferently.

Kirk: Yes, sir-it has been here long ago, as big as a real dome.

McGahn: Yes, sir. (Busy, to the porter) Okay, man, let's go!

Jeff had already walked a few steps in the direction of the dome. Griffith came too, and he walked away with McGahn, Kirk and the porter.

McGahn: Senator, go here.

McGahn, Kirk, and Griffith walked forward, unaware that Jeff hadn't followed.

Griffith: Well, we should have put on shorts to meet him—you know, and bring an axe.

Kirk pointed to the pigeon held by the porter.

Kirk: What is he doing with the pigeon?

McGahn: (Acutely) What do you do? Phew, if there is a storm—the traffic routes are cut off—how can he send a message to his mother?

Kirk and Griffith gave McGahn a very surprised look.

Jeff's eyes were fixed on the front, through the gate of the station, staring at the dome, he was unconsciously attracted to walk in that direction.

McGahn, Kirk and Griffith approached the exit of the gate.

McGahn: (turns back and looks back) Okay, Senator, walk straight from here—

They all stopped.

McGahn: Where has he been? Hey, what happened to the senator? I told him to- come, let us find him, hey, Smith!

The three of them walked back to the train station.

Jinghua became a train station, and McGahn, Kirk, and Griffith walked furiously.

Kirk: Absolutely not on this site! gone!

McGahn: This guy really hurts my brain! Alright-call Paine-call Santes.

Karl rushed over.

McGahn: (hand makes a ring, puts it on his mouth, yelling) Hello! Junior team members!

Jinghua is a phone booth, and Karl Kirk is making a call.

Kirk:-Santes! Has Smith arrived at the office? ……No? ...What do you mean by "slid"? ……what's so funny?

Outside of Jeff Smith's office in the Senate office building, Santes is listening on the phone. She was a twenty-seven or eight-year-old girl—beautiful—and smart, capable, and impatient—and she was smiling wryly at this time.

Santes: Nothing, you didn't try to find it with a butterfly net?

In the phone room.

Carl: Don't laugh, Santes. If you are in the same position as mine...Listen, if he comes, tell him Paine and the journalist are waiting in the hotel-tell him to hurry up-understand?

Outside Jefferson's office, Sants listened to the phone while looking at Dismoya. A fairly young Irishman with shaggy head and freckles, he was sitting on the sofa spread out.

Santes: Of course, of course, I will go to the sky to help you find it with a lantern, okay. (Hangs up the phone) Dishe-do you believe it? The explorer (note 6) is missing!

Disch: I don't believe it.

The door suddenly opened, and a news reporter named Nosay poked his head in.

Nosay: (The person who speaks hurriedly) Has Smith, the newcomer, come? I want to make a short interview, how about it? Is it coming yet?

Santes and Dishes: (At the same time) No! roll! Hate!

Nosay slammed the door and left.

Santes: What do you think! Do you think that the young team member will meet his little comrades-take them on the march.

Dishes: That—maybe they put in the signpost, and he will come back.

Santes: Yes-yes, he must have a compass with him.

When Jinghua became a train station, McGahn, Kirk and Griffith were all exhausted.

McGahn: (furrows)-that idiot was running around and must have caused the car to crash! Bill-call the hospital-hurry up-

Bill ran away, and McGahn called him from behind.

McGahn: If you find him over there, get me a bed too!

Kirk: Let me put a pigeon out!

McGahn: Blow the horn!

Outside the building of the Capitol. From the side of the Library of Congress you can see the following scenery: The House of Representatives and the Senate stand on the left and right wings, with steps on both sides leading to the huge pillars.

Voice of the tour guide: Friends, you can now see that-the National Assembly Building of the United States-is the house of parliament.

In front of the Capitol, everyone sitting in the big car stretched their necks-we found that Jeff was among these people! The guide was standing in front near the driver and was speaking through a small loudspeaker.

Tour guide: Yes, gentlemen! The buildings you are now seeing were built by legislators in the Washington era--

In the big car, Jeff suddenly looked up at the guide.

Jefferson: That was the time of Adams (Note 7), not the time of Washington.

Tour guide: What? friend?

Jefferson: I said-I mean-Washington didn't live to see it completed. At that time, Tonghui was still in Feira del Feia, and did not move here until 1800.

Guide: (Trying to use intimidation to make him change his mouth) Oh! ——Do you know for sure? ——

Jefferson: Yes, but when Washington held the groundbreaking ceremony for this building-the apron he wore for the ceremony was still embroidered by Mrs. Rafael (Note 8)-

Guide: (interrupting him) You are right, sir. (Quickly to the driver) Henry, let's go!

When the driver was about to start the car, the tour guide gave Jeff a disgusted look.

Guide: Now, on your right, friends—that’s the Library of Congress—

All heads turned to the right of the car. There, you can see the Library of Congress.

Voice of the tour guide: ——This is the largest library in the world, with 5 million books, 2.5 million maps, charts and music scores ——

We can see a close shot of Jeff, who looked at the library with a reverent attitude.

Jefferson: You missed the most valuable thing! You can see the Constitution and Declaration of Independence there!

This made the tour guide very angry.

Tour guide: As this gentleman said-although no one has asked him-you can see some extremely valuable documents there-the manuscripts of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. (Sarcastically to Jeff) Thank you, friend! You can really help me. Let's go, Henry!

Jinghua is a series of pictures of Jeff visiting the places of interest in Washington. With surprise and reverence, he pays homage to the Supreme Court, the White House, the Washington Monument, and Constitution Street.

Now the Lincoln Memorial is in our sight. We saw Jeff walking up the steps-staring forward curiously, and quickly walked to the highest floor. He stepped on the floor of the hall, and suddenly stopped, and a panoramic view of the Lincoln statue appeared in front of his eyes-the huge and powerful statue, sitting facing out in the big armchair. This great human being is very lifelike.

A close shot of Jeff. He was pious and respectful, raised his head to look at Lincoln's face, and walked forward unconsciously, the huge pillars set off at the back, giving the scene a solemn and solemn atmosphere. He walked a few steps forward slowly, then stopped. The inscription on the statue appeared--

This is a

A palace built in people's hearts

Because he saved our country

The people will never forget him

Jeff's heart shook, and his head slowly turned to the left.

On the left wall, you can see the speech of Lincoln's second inauguration engraved on the stone tablet. At this moment Jefferson looked back at Lincoln. He recited it gently—he stared upwards, as if hearing Lin back speaking to him.

Jefferson: (softly)-"Don't complain, love others-insist on the truth, just as God wants us to see the truth..."

He stopped suddenly and turned his head to the right.

On the right wall, engraved on the stele is the Gettasburg speech (note 9). He looked back at Lincoln and recited it again.

Jefferson: (in a low voice)-"People who die for freedom will not die in vain-our country is under the protection of God -"

When Jeff recited, we saw a close-up view of the Lincoln statue.

Jefferson’s voice: "—Freedom will be reborn—a government owned by the people, governed by the people, and enjoyed by the people will never disappear from the earth..."

From Jefferson's facial expression when he recited these words and sentences gently, Jing slowly melted out.

dusk. Outside the Senate Jefferson's office. The dusk is vast. Santes habitually walked up and down on the carpet, and Dismoya was still leaning on the sofa.

Disch: Is it time for dinner, friend?

Santes: I'll wait another five minutes for the person who inserted the signpost—(she turns on the lamp irritably)—and wait another five minutes!

The phone rang.

Santes: (pointing to the phone) Yo-guess who is calling at this time-Paine, Bill, Carl-or McGahn?

Dish: I said it was McGahn-we bet a dollar, I'm sure to win you!

Santes: Yes, I guess Paine. If it's McGahn, Carl or Bill, the money will be yours. (Pick up the phone) Hey... Oh, yes.

Santes glanced at Dishe, meaning "I won."

Santes: No, no, not yet, Senator Paine—not even a figure. You mean they haven't yet--

Dishe: This poor child is probably drunk.

Santes: (to the phone) Yes, why not report it to the police station-looking for a wolf dog looking for someone-or Indian scout team-

In a corner of Paine's apartment, Paine was talking on the phone with a smile.

Paine: When there is really no way, maybe—please wait a moment, Santes—you can’t leave! The Senate office building is the only place he knows in the city—waiting for it—it's not too late.

Outside Jeff's office.

Santes: (to the phone) Okay-then wait another half an hour, only another half an hour. Senator, goodbye.

She hung up the phone and walked away very annoyed.

Santes: Why am I not leaving? Why don't I make up my mind to leave here?

She walked past Dishe, snatched the one-dollar bill held in Dishe's hand like a torch-and then went on.

Santes: Tell me why!

Disch: (Looking at his empty hand) Well, because you are doing well right now.

Santes: When Frye died, why didn't I just get out? You didn't hear me yelling all the time, I hate politics, but-no-I actually asked them to persuade them to stay here and be the secretary of a villain king. Why? Because I need a career, I need a new suit.

Disch: Would you like to find a husband?

Santes: (walking around absent-mindedly) What does this mean, Dishe?

Dishe: This is the constant suggestion of Dishe Moya, a poet among Washington journalists.

Santes: (at a loss) What?

Dishes: You know—become Mrs. Dimoa.

She walked around furiously, turning a deaf ear to what Disch was saying.

Santes: Uh-here again, ah.

Dish: (Frankly) I will love you-I will love you forever.

Santes: Dishe, you are a very good friend-but-maybe one day you have your hair combed, or-oh no, no, I don't think that will work either.

Dishes: (resigned) If you really think it’s impossible—then it’s meaningless for me to comb my hair.

Santes: No-don't do that. I'm sure that won't work. Dishes, the truth is that I haven't met a man I like, or-there must be something wrong with me, I've been in a low mood these days.

Disch: You have roundworms.

Santes: What? who?

Disch: You know the small roundworm-ambition.

Santes: Seven years ago, you should have met me-when I first arrived here. But what am I now? ——A maid of the Piper of Jackson City (Note 10). What a decent appointment! You know, they caught this guy and asked this fool to stay here for two months.

There was a knock on the door.

Santes: (calling angrily) Come in!

The door did not open immediately.

Santes: Come in!

The door opened slowly, and Jeff poked his head in.

Santes: Why?

Jefferson: Is it Senator Smith's office?

Santes: No!

Jefferson: (Looking at the number on the door) The room number that the person downstairs said was—

Santes: No!

Jefferson was both surprised and frightened, withdrew, and closed the door.

Santes: (Back to where she was talking, to Dishes) Humph! ——What they want is the number one fool—— (Suddenly realized)—— (Pointing to the door) Wait a minute! Isn't that the explorer!

She opened the door a bit, then yanked it open.

When Santes appeared in the hallway, Jeff was scanning the numbers of the surrounding rooms in confusion.

Santes: (excitedly) What is your name?

Jefferson: Jay-Jefferson Smith.

She ran over and grabbed him tightly.

Santes: Oh-oh! come on in! It's you, here to go——

She kept pulling him into the office, and Jeff was stunned with surprise.

In the office. You can see that Santes almost dragged him in, her movements were very excited.

Santes: Now, don’t move, Senator, just stay where you are now, don’t go away—

She rushed to the phone, and Dishe's foot fell from the sofa with a bang.

Santes: (to the electric live, excitedly) Hey-Hey, Helen! Pick up Paine's apartment, please hurry up!

She is holding the telephone receiver.

Jefferson: Yes—what's the matter?

Santes: Uh, no—no! (Then with a heavy irony) My dear senator--this may be someone from the grassland, who is used to leaving without saying goodbye, and there is no news at all hours--

Jefferson:-I'm sorry. Miss-are you Miss Santes?

Sants: Yes, I'm Sants-this is Mr. Dismoya-a journalist. Mr. Moya, come to see the Senator.

Jefferson: (holds Dishe's hand) Nice to meet you, sir.

Disch: (shakes his hands straight back) Senator, how are you? You have arrived.

Jefferson: Arrived? Oh! Yeah, I'm so stupid—you know what happened to me—

Santes: (suddenly speaking to the phone, mockingly) Hi... Yes, Senator Paine. right. it's here. Just came in-he walked in on his own two legs-yes-he was very conscious-the next thing to do... Yes, sir, I will bring him right away.

She hung up the phone and walked to Jeff.

Jefferson: I’m sorry, you see, I’ve never known that I’ve made a mistake. I didn’t know until I was in the car for a long time—

Santes: You mean—the bus?

Jefferson: Tour bus-you know. Look—I—God, I've never been a headless person, or...but suddenly, something outside the gate of the station was heading toward me—

Santes: What is that?

Jefferson: The dome—the dome of the National Diet Building—

Santes widened his eyes to look at Dishes.

Jefferson: That big guy is shining under the sun. Me, I walked towards it unknowingly—there was a bus just outside—I—I got on it naturally.

Santes: That's the most natural thing!

Jefferson: Me, I don’t believe I’m so excited about the competition—ah! That is the Lincoln Memorial! Well, he is there—Mr. Lincoln—when you walk up the steps, he is looking at you—he is sitting there, as if waiting for someone—

Santes: Well, Mr. Lincoln can't find my fault.

She turned around to find her hat and coat.

Santes: Now, Senator, if you are ready, we will go to the hotel and I will see you there with my own eyes.

Jefferson: (Laughs—yes—I want to be so safe.

In Jinghua's car, Jefferson and Santes were sitting. Jefferson looked out of the car window, although it was at night. He still wanted to see the scenery outside. Santes glanced at him with an impatient, tortured look.

Jefferson: (pointing outside) Whose statue is that?

Santes: I don't know even during the day.

Suddenly he approached Santes and excitedly pointed to the outside of the car on her side.

Jefferson: The dome of the National Diet Building! light is on!

Santes: (pushing him away gently) You-- uh-- you better rest, Senator. You must be exhausted.

Jefferson: Tell me, Miss Sants—when is the Senate—well—what is it called?

Santes: Call a meeting?

Jefferson: Call a meeting-yes, yes. That's it. I must understand some of the terminology used by the House, otherwise, I think I will be confused in the Senate!

Santes: (Quietly) It doesn't matter whether you understand or not. (Quickly) Remember twelve noon. The Senate convened a meeting at twelve o'clock.

Jefferson: (Imaginatively, suddenly inserted) Oh, that makes sense! What do you think I best do in the morning?

Santes: (boringly) What better you do—I don’t know.

Jefferson: Go up to Mount Vernon. When I first attended a Senate meeting, I went to visit the former residence in Washington. this is a good idea. Don't you think?

Santes: (Not sincerely) Oh—well, that's a great idea. This can help you develop emotions. OK-OK.

At this moment, the car drove towards a step, and Santes cheered up.

Santes: Ah-here we are, Senator! alright, alright! It's finally here!

The car stopped, and a uniformed steward opened the door on the side of Jefferson.

What we see now are the steps, cars, and waiters in front of the hotel. Jeff was looking out of the car at this time. A group of people in evening gowns walked out of the hotel, men in evening gowns—white scarves, top hats—and women in fur coats.

Santes: (Impatiently) Please go first, okay?

Jeff watched the group of people, then looked at Si Hua-then looked up at the fifteen-story hotel.

Santes: (very impatiently) This is it, Senator!

In the car.

Jefferson: No—I can’t live here—

Santes: (surprised) Can't you?

Jefferson: I mean-my goodness-I won't be comfortable living in a place like this, because I-I don't have clothes or supplies to live here, and I can't house my pigeons here-no , No, I really don’t want to—

He closed the car door.

Driver: Sir, where to go?

Jefferson: Miss Santes, where are you going?

Santes: (End of patience) Where? Humph, such a big world!

Jinghua became a phone booth, and Sants was making a call.

Santes: (emphasis added)-I know that. He doesn't want to stay in a hotel, Senator Paine-I can't tie him with a rope, I don't know what to do with him.

In Paine's room, Paine was listening on the phone, with McGahn behind him.

Paine: What were you doing just now? Where did he go?

Santes: That's it—in the end, he traveled around the city and found a small apartment. The house was good, not a high-rise building, so he was fancy—he lives there now, northeast of the city B Eleventh Street. Please send your luggage. Ah-don't forget the pigeons.

In Paine's hotel room.

Paine: Then you left him there?

In the phone booth.

Santes: (very bored, sarcasm)...Well, he's fine. He will live there tonight, writing to his mother...Mom. mother. Do you know mom? He still has to drink some Castoria before going to bed. If you don't care, then I don't want to think about what might happen tomorrow morning. Senator, goodbye! (She hangs up the phone)

In Paine’s hotel room, Paine also hung up the phone.

Paine: No. 11, B Street, Northeast of the City. Move him and your own luggage right away-there, you find a room to live in.

McGahn: Joe, listen! After a day like Jin'er-I think I must at least have a good drink before taking him out to visit the places of interest!

Susan rushed in like a gust of wind, and his words were interrupted. She was dressed up as if she was about to go out.

Susan: For God's sake-who can move these pigeons out! This room has an unpleasant smell--

McGahn: Pigeons!

Jinghua is in the bar of a big hotel. Santes and Dishe were sitting on high stools. Santes' face was very ugly, and he was talking angrily.

Santes: I always whispered in my heart—what is he—animals, plants, and minerals? senator! A senator from the United States! I thought I had seen a lot of worlds, but he—huh, he didn’t even know the time of the meeting! Dishes! When I thought of sitting next to him all day, I spent all my energy on this small flag waving doll, wearing a bib for him, listening to him nagging about worthless patriotism... No, I can’t do this. , Disch, I have to go, quit my job and quit—

Dishes: Of course-of course-wait a minute-calm down-

At this moment, Nosai entered the bar freely, his back turned to Sants.

Santes: (re-emergence) Huh-guess what he is going to do before he sits on the Senate seat tomorrow? He is going to Mount Vernon-to cultivate his emotions-to do warm-up activities!

Nosy turned around like lightning and stretched his neck.

Nosay: Who? who? Your boss. A fool! Well, a fool? Hey, this guy has something to do-I can smell it!

Santes: (Impatiently) Get out, Nosay!

Nosy: Santes! -This is a Coke-you let me see him, it only takes five minutes-to your advantage.

Disch: You are not leaving yet, it's annoying!

Santes: Good thing, what do you mean?

Nosay: What do you mean? Hmm-I'm telling you-give you a pass to the U.S. World Baseball Championship! It will be worth 15 dollars next month!

Santes: Arithmetic-Arithmetic-

Dishes: Hey-don't talk nonsense with this guy anymore!

Santes: What did you say?

Disch: Nothing! Don't look at him!

Santes: Hey, Nosay-your friends will definitely be interested in this too, aren't they?

Nosay: Hey-I want to use express news to publish! What will happen!

Santes: That won't work! Either come to many journalists and give me many passes, or-now you get these people before I change my mind!

Nosay: It's a deal! You wait here.

He hurried away, Santes climbed down from the high stool, and Disch grabbed her by the arm.

Disch:-wait a minute-friend-have you ever thought about it, what are you doing?

Santes: Get all the autumn clothes-then formally resign!

Dishes: Hey, you shouldn't be so confused to ask Nosy to torture that guy.

Santes: (thinkingly) Wait a minute, wait a minute, let me think-McGahn is a watchdog-he won't let people approach that guy, first I have to turn him away- (To Dishes) I'm sorry, friend, I'm going to make a call— (walks away in a hurry)

Jinghua became a phone booth, and Sants was making a call.

Santes: (Pretending to be a southern accent) Mr. McGahn? ...I am Lulu Love.

In McGahn's room, McGahn was listening to the phone; behind him, the suitcase was open.

McGahn: Who?

In the phone booth.

Santes: Ah! Mr. McGahn, you don't know me—I met you in Washington—I think you are weird and interesting. Mr.

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Extended Reading
  • Kole 2022-03-29 09:01:03

    Nice light comedy. The Scout coach was elected as a senator. He had no ambition or experience. He was full of integrity and bravery. Jens was quite handsome when he was young. He played the role of a shy and cramped young man in a small town. In addition, no matter what he did, he must have good eloquence. Eloquence is better than tiger wings. When I first arrived in the United States, I was intoxicated by the longing and intoxicated like a cat-chairman's believer who came to the heart of the motherland.

  • Pasquale 2022-03-26 09:01:05

    I'm not in Beijing, so I can only stare at the "2019 Beijing Film Festival Screening List"! Most of the movies in the list that I want to watch on the big screen in theaters are the ones I’ve seen: the IMAX version of “Mad Max 4”, the first three “Bourne”, “Schindler’s List” and “Singing in the Rain” Rashomon, Shadow Dancer, Legend of the Condor Heroes I'm also willing to see "The Fantastic Drifting of Pi"... Coincidentally, this "Mr. Smith to Washington", which I wanted to watch recently and finally watched today, is also in it... The final victory depends on the other party's active confession and confession, so The ending is still idealistic!

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington quotes

  • Diz Moore: You know, that guy's batty.

  • Diz Moore: Is this some of your shenanigans?

    Clarissa Saunders: Shhhh.

    Diz Moore: What's the matter?

    Clarissa Saunders: Pray, Diz. If you know how.