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                                  "MR. SMITH GOES TO JAIL"


                                        Screenplay

                                            by:

                                     Matthew Chisholm

                                           with

                                        Alex Cooper



                                       Screen Story 

                                            by:

                                        Alex Cooper











                                     SECOND REVISIONS

                                       FIRST DRAFT

                                     NOVEMBER 24 2005






               FADE IN:

               INT. COURTROOM - DAY

               The courtroom is completely silent. A lawyer in the centre of
               the room, MR. SMITH, questions a witness, LOGAN.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         So you're saying it was all just a
                         terrible accident, huh? Killing 
                         your sister's husband?

                                     LOGAN
                         No, I told you before, I just 
                         haven't paid my parking fines.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Oh, so you owe the Government 
                         Hundreds and hundreds of dollars in 
                         Unpaid parking tickets? And, 
                         according to my trusty reference 
                         book, you also didn't do last 
                         months taxes.

                                     LOGAN
                         You're supposed defending me.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Now, now, this is just a small 
                         problem, Mr. Logan. Let's not turn
                         it into a Frank Capra film.

                                     LOGAN
                         Why did I hire you?

                                     MR. SMITH
                         The real question is: why don't you
                         fire me?
                             (beat)
                         Nothing further, your Holiness.

               The JUDGE grunts. MR. SMITH goes and sits down. KEENAN, the 
               other lawyer, stands and makes his way over to the LOGAN, 
               slowly straightening his tie.

                                     KEENAN
                         So-

               MR. SMITH suddenly jumps up and gives a look like he just
               found roaches in his soup.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Objection! Your Majesty, he's
                         badgering the witness?

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         Do you even know what you're 
                         saying, Mr. Smith?

                                     MR. SMITH
                         It is my understanding that the 
                         eighty- sixthamendment says that, 
                         by law, I don't have to answer that
                         question.

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         There are not that many amendments,
                         Mr. Smith.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Cheerfully withdrawn.
                             (beat)
                         Can I have that last statement 
                         stricken from the record, your
                         Majesty?

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         Just continue.

                                     KEENAN
                         Thank you, your honour.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Objection, sucking up to the judge.

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         Sit down, Mr Smith. Stop making an 
                         ass of yourself.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         I don't need you to tell me that 
                         I'm making an ass of myself, thank 
                         you very much.

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         Just, don't speak.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Okay, but if I loose my voice it's 
                         your fault.

                                     KEENAN
                         Your honour I can't work in these
                         conditions.

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         I agree. We will take a fifteen
                         minute recess.

               The courtroom slowly empties, until only MR. SMITH is left.
               Once everyone is gone, he takes a quick sniff of his
               armpits and then instantly pulls awau, screwing up his face
               like a spoilt baby.

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. COURTHOUSE STEPS - DAY

               MR. SMITH sits on the stone steps of the courthouse, staring
               out into the street thoughtfully. LOGAN comes up to him.

                                     LOGAN
                         What were you doing in there? All 
                         of your references said you were 
                         one of the best.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         And cheapest.

               LOGAN sits down next to him.

                                     MR. SMITH (CONT'D)
                         I didn't think you would recognize.
                         There are few who can. I was using 
                         an Ancient Japanese technique of 
                         self- law managing called 
                         "Zah-hingu-wakatata".

                                     LOGAN
                         That's just a Japanese restaurant 
                         down the street.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         I know, my cousin owns the place. 
                         Good spring rolls.

                                     LOGAN
                         Let me guess, he taught you.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Taught me what?

                                     LOGAN
                         "Zah-hingu-wakatata".

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Huh. You really are crazy.
                             (whispering)
                         We'll keep that to ourselves if you
                         wanna stay out of the instutition
                         they're trying to put you in.

                                     LOGAN
                         I'm not going to an institution!

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Not with that attitude you're not! 

                                     LOGAN
                             (groaning)
                         Promise me you'll try to be a 
                         little better when we go back in.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         It doesn't matter who's better or
                         worse. It just matters how good 
                         you are.

                                     LOGAN
                         Let's just go to court now.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         I've got a better idea. Lets go 
                         into this big building right behind 
                         me. The one we were in before.

                                     LOGAN
                         You mean the court?

                                     MR. SMITH
                         No, the building behind me. Not in
                         front of me.

                                     LOGAN
                         The building in front of you is the
                         bakery.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         I think I know a law thingamajig 
                         when I see one, thank you very 
                         much.

                                                                   CUT TO:



               INT. COURTROOM - DAY

               Everyone has returned to the court and is now seated. The
               trial is again underway.


                                     KEENAN
                         Judge Snow, I would like to bring
                         something to the court's attention.

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         Yes, what is it?

                                     KEENAN
                         Umm. . . Mr smith is disrupting my
                         prosecution by making a variety of
                         irritating noises with a Coke can.

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         I have to agree with you there,
                         Keenan. Mr. Smith stop drinking and 
                         pay attention!

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Huh? What?

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         Stop drinking that Coke and pay
                         attention!

                                     MR. SMITH
                         What coke?

               MR. SMITH hides his coke can under the table and pulls an
               innocent face.


                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         Throw it away! Right now!

               MR. SMITH hurls the half full Coke can into the air. It
               tumbles for a second, before landing hard on a man in the
               back's head. The can explodes, sending the contents spilling
               all over the man.

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         That's my son!

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Oh, talk about favouring! He gets 
                         coke! What do I get? Nothing! 
                         Noooothing!

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         Hold this man in contempt!!!

                                     MR. SMITH
                         You can't put me in contempt! I 
                         PUT MYSELF IN CONTEMPT!

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         You cant do that!

                                     MR. SMITH
                         I can! It's the truth! You want the
                         truth? You can't handle the truth! 
                         As far I know. . .

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         Take him away!!!

               MR. SMITH turns to run. Two guards follow him. He almost
               makes it to the door before the guards crash tackle him to
               the ground. They pick him up off the floor and carry him
               away.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         You maybe safe for now! But when I 
                         get out of jail, I'm gonna be there
                         to really piss you off!

                                     JUDGE SNOW
                         With the powers invested in me, I 
                         order you to spend the rest of your
                         life in a federal prison!!

                                     MR. SMITH
                         The rest of my life? I'll outlive 
                         the rest of my life!!!

               MR. SMITH is dragged through the door. He grabs onto the
               frame and doesn't let go.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         You're all doomed!!! DOOMED!!!

               He is dragged out of view.

                                     MR. SMITH (O.S.)
                         DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMED!!!

               After a few seconds silence, his head appears again.

                                     MR. SMITH
                         Doomed.

               He is dragged out of frame.

                                                            FADE TO BLACK:



                                     THE END.

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