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Bean Movie Script

Writer(s) : Richard Curtist, Robin Briscoll

Genres : Comedy

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   DR. BEAN


      By


Richard Curtis


     And


Robin Driscoll

INT.   NATIONAL GALLERY.    BOARDROOM - DAY

A very grand room, with lots of wood and some very famous portraits round the
walls.

A group of grave gentlemen and gentlewomen. They are the trustees of the
National Gallery. LORD WALTON, a very grand man, sits at the table head. To
his right sits his assistant, GARETH. All are deep in thought. LORD WALTON
fidgets with a pencil on the table. He raises his head as though about to
speak. Everyone looks up expectantly. And... LORD WALTON goes back to
fidgeting. So does everyone else.

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CREDIT.   POLYGRAM & WORKING TITLE PRESENT.
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INT.   NATIONAL GALLERY.    BOARD ROOM - DAY

The scene is as silent and static as we left it Last... then:

                                     GARETH
                       I suppose we could just sack him.
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EXT.   MR BEAN'S STREET.     DAY

Mr BEAN comes out of his house, ready to face the world-

He walks up the street, tutting slightly at     a 'NO PARKING' sign he passes.
The street is totally car-free except for a     very visible lime green mini. A
policeman strolls by and glances down at a     pair of legs sticking out from
under it, next to a toolbox. He moves on,      satisfied that someone is mending
their car.

BEAN approaches the car     and whips out the fake legs he left there. He then
unlocks the big padlock     that secures the car door, pops the fake legs inside,
fiddles with something     else in the back seat, and drives away at a frightening
speed with a smug look     on his face.

The Theme Music - big and dramatic - begins, as do the rest of the credits.

BEAN gaily motors on - then unexpectedly the sweeping theme tune jumps, as if
it has hit a scratch: the cinema audience should be worried there's a sound
fault.

BEAN comes to a street full of sleeping policemen ~ he goes at them at quite a
lick - and every time he shoots over one of the bumps, the theme tune jumps
violently.

BEAN looks a little annoyed into the back seat - we now see the cause of the
problem. Instead of having a car radio, BEAN has an old record player
strapped into the back seat, playing the theme tune.

On he drives, through empty streets - then JOLT - he's reached the glorious
familiarity of Central London, Big Ben and all - but heels now in dreadful
traffic.

Heels not happy. He looks to the left and sees a very thin alleyway. He
takes out a metal comb from his pocket and, using it like a bomber's sight-
line-checker, measures the front of his car and the width of the alley. He 'S

satisfied - does a 90-degree turn - and shoots down the alley. It is such a
perfect fit that sparks fly from the door handles as they graze the walls.

But at the end of      the alley, the traffic's just as bad.     BEAN    notices he's
outside Harrods.       There's a tail-coated Security Guard at    the    'front door.
BEAN watches him      stroll a bit down the street - and takes    his    chance. He
turns and drives      straight through the double doors, into    the    store.

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INT.    HARRODS.   DAY.

BEAN and his car whizz through the ground floor, past perfume counters and
leather glove racks.

CUT TO a Security Guard. As       he passes one of the counters, BEAN's little car
just shoots behind him. The       Guard continues through the Children's section
there are giant elephants and      teddies, children's size cars, then two huge
plastic tractors - and then,      stock still, strangely in harmony actually, the
Lime Green Mini with BEAN in      it. The Guard walks straight past.

The moment he is gone, BEAN shoots off again - but, damn!, spies another Guard
and is forced to turn and drive down some very steep stairs indeed. The theme
song goes CRAZY as the record player jumps.

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6 people waiting at a gilded lift. They hear a strange sound, and turn to see
what it is. In fact, it's coming from inside the lift. When the lift doors
open, out shoots the Mini through the double doors and back into the street.

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EXT.    KNIGHTSBRIDGE.     DAY.

Out in the street, BEAN is faced by an accident. There are flashing lights, a
crumpled car, suggestions of hurt passengers. BEAN looks concerned.

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EXT.    THE STRAND.     DAY.

An Ambulance roars through the traffic. It reaches its hospital, turns off,
and there, right smack behind it is the Mini. Cut in to see BEAN, smiling
broadly. He whizzes into Trafalgar Square, maybe even across it, sending
pigeons and tourists flying, and parks directly outside the statuesque
National Gallery. Of course, there's not another car there. Just the Gallery
and the mini.

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EXT.    NATIONAL GALLERY - DAY

BEAN    gets out of the car, takes out his bag - thinks a little, opens it and
takes    out a "Doctor on Call' sign. To re-enforce it, he puts a bone in the
back    window and a skull of the front seat. Happy with the arrangement, he re-
locks    the padlock and sets off smiling up the big, stairs to work.

As he does so, pan up the building, and into the window of the room where that
Board meeting was taking place.

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INT.   NATIONAL GALLERY.    BOARDROOM - DAY

                                     GARETH
             Look, I don't hate the man but ...

                                  LORD WALTON
             I know, Gareth. It's the mental strain he inflicts on us all.
             How is Professor Bradbury

A grand gentleman, MR MORRISON, pipes up.

                                  I'm MORRISON
             Heels got the feeling back in his fingers - but his hands are
             still stapled together.

                                  LORD WALTON
             Mmmm, and how far are we with the computer, Hubert?


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                                     HUBERT
               Timothy is loading the final catalogue data as we speak,
               Milord. An awful thing to say, but when the program's up and
               running our, Mr. Bean will become a little less than ....
               useful?

A glimmer of hope.



INT.   NATIONAL GALLERY.    PORTRAIT SECTION - DAY

BEAN wanders past three or four portraits and mimics the characters in them.
He passes a guard.

                                        GUARD
                           (not looking up from his book)
                     Morning, Bean.

The GUARD sighs with boredom. He gets this from BEAN every day. As Bean
moves on, he treads on the heel of a tourist's shoe. It comes off- BEAN moves
on blithely.

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INT.   NATIONAL GALLERY.    CARTOON ROOM ENTRANCE - DAY

BEAN is passing the very special room where Leonardo Da Vinci's cartoon, 'The
Virgin and Child', hangs, preserved by a very dim artificial light. There are
silhouettes of a few tourists in the room reverently studying the work,
listening to a female GALLERY GUIDE.

BEAN dips into his pocket for his identity badge and in so doing brings out a
coin. The coin drops and rolls into the special room. BEAN follows it into
the darkness.

                                   GALLERY GUIDE

                                    (hushed)
                   ... by Leonardo Da Vinci. As you can see, the special light
                   in here goes some way to protect the drawing from
                   photodisintegration caused by gamma ...

The camera stays outside the room with the picture in view. We hear the
squeak of a tiny door open, then a click. The room is suddenly flooded in
blazing white light. The onlookers gasp in horror.

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BEAN re-emerges from the room with his precious coin. As an afterthought he
pops his hand round the doorway and turns off the light. He scuttles away.
The GALLERY GUIDE shakes her head in total exasperation.
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INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARDROOM - DAY

                                     GARETH
             Maybe it would be simpler to pack all our paintings onto trucks
             and move the entire National Gallery somewhere else. And not tell
             him.

                                        HUBERT
             Seconded.     We could all move to France.

                                       GEORGE
             All those in favour.

They all raise their hands wildly.

                                     LORD WALTON
                           Come on - settle down everyone.
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INT.   NATIONAL GALLERY.    ELEVATOR - DAY

BEAN stands in the elevator silently with four other       people. He gives himself
a long squirt of breathfreshener. Then offers it to        the others, who politely
refuse him. So he stands still again. Pause. BEAN          then smells something
unpleasant. He leans and has a little sniff of the        person to his left. All
right there. Then he sniffs to his right, and reels        at what he smells. He
again takes out the breath freshener, and forces it       upon VINCENT, an elderly
gentleman, who is mortified.

At this moment the elevator stops - BEAN and VINCENT get out and the camera
follows VINCENT as he heads for the boardroom door and enters. He is another
trustee. This dialogue is heard from behind the closed door.

                                    VINCENT
                   I'm sorry I'm late.

                                       GARETH

                   Why can't we just give him the boot for crying out loud?!

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                                    VINCENT
                   Steady on, old man. I only ...

                                     GARETH
                   Not you, you idiot.

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INT.   NATIONAL GALLERY.    CORRIDOR - DAY

BEAN, with cup of tea, walks along a corridor. He can't not interfere for
tidiness sake. One empty room he switches off the light. Another he shuts
the door.

He passes a computer room, with an open door where a big man is busily typing
in a programme - BEAN looks at him snootily and heads on.

He approaches the door to his office. A sign reads: 'STORAGE & CATALOGUE'.
There is a huge padlock on the door. BEAN takes out a big key and enters his
domain.

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INT.   NATIONAL GALLERY.    STORAGE OFFICE - DAY.

BEAN enters. He's been here for years and made it his own. It's an odd
little world. There's a framed picture of Shirley Bassey on his desk and
Airfix planes hang from the ceiling. Also a large cosy armchair and a T.V.

A pleasant Man in a suit, around 40, breezes in.

                                    SUIT MAN
             Ah Bean, I'm looking for a painting by Van Hocht.    Still Life.
             Circa 1670. Can do?

BEAN nods. This is what BEAN likes to do best. The camera follows as he
turns sees the extraordinary sight behind him...

His office is just a tiny    corner of a massive storage room, hundreds of feet
high and long, the walls    completely full of rack after rack of stored
paintings. At the end of     the room, we can see hundreds of sculptures: busts,
modern abstracts, men on    horses, classical maidens, Rodins, the lot. It's
like the giant storehouse    at the end of 'Raiders of the Lost Ark.

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BEAN sets off into it in his own eccentric way. He knows exactly where heels
going. He climbs a ladder, like you find in a library - then pushes himself
off, and whizzes the entire length of the room on slippery wooden runners.

He has now reached the sculpture area, but    the painting heels looking for is
on the other side. He crosses the room by     using the sculptures as a kind of
artistic obstacle course. In front of him     is the Burghers of Calais, a Rodin
statue of 5 prisoners in chains. He simply     walks across their 5 heads, like
stones in a stream.

He then comes to an abstract modern piece, which he uses as    a slide   and at the
end of which, he crawls through the hole in the next modern    thing.    He then
begins to climb up various famous ancient statues, using the    mouths   as
footholes, breasts as support, codpieces as steps and empty    eyes as   finger
holes.

After a problem getting his. foot caught in the jaw of a sculptured dog, he
walks flat along a modern sculpture, then uses a sequence of classic
sculptures as stairs - on the head of a little Degas ballerina, one step on to
the bottom of a horse, two steps onto the head of the person riding the horse,
three steps and now he's on the other side of the hall.

He then triumphantly pulls out a painting.     It's the one!,

                                     SUIT MAN
              What would we do without you! The entire inventory of British Art
              stored in that one, curious brain of yours.

BEAN beams.



INT.   NATIONAL GALLERY.   BOARDROOM - DAY

                                      GARETH
              Then we are agreed, gentlemen.   He goes.

                                     VINCENT
              Only if we're positive that the new catalogue database will render
              Mr. Bean's hitherto 'talents' obsolete.

                                      HUBERT
              There's no question.

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                                    LORD WALTON
              Very well.   Mr Bean is.... art history.    We can all stop taking
              the pills.

A reserved smatter of laughter, from relief more than anything.      LORD W. talks
into an intercom on the table.

                                   LORD WALTON
              Miss Hutchinson, would you send Mr. Bean up to the boardroom,
              please.

                                  MISS HUTCHINSON
                                       (V/O )

              Yes sir. oh, and Lord Walton, the Grierson Gallery called again.

                                   LORD WALTON
              Thank you. (To the room) One final thing. Once again we have been
              invited by the Grierson Gallery of Southern California to second
              one of our staff for a short visit. The Grierson has a fairly
              modest collection - but it does include the most famous American
              painting of all, 'Whistler's Mother'. Any thoughts?

Cut to the trustees - they shake their heads and wrinkle, their noses, not
very interested. A 106 year old SIR RUPERT puts up his hand.

                                   LORD WALTON
              Yes. Sir Rupert. And may I say sir, how honoured we are that you
              still grace us with all your time, wisdom, and infinite knowledge.
              Your invaluable thoughts, sir?

                                    SIR RUPERT
              Could you speak up please. I didn't catch the question.

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INT.     NATIONAL GALLERY.      STORAGE OFFICE - DAY

Back in his office area BEAN ceremoniously hands SUIT MAN the Van Hocht
painting. He's very proud of himself.

                                          SUIT MAN
               Thank you, Bean.      You're a genius.

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BEAN laughs - delighted.         SUIT MAN exits and MISS HUTCHINSON enters, warily.

                                     MISS HUTCHINSON
               Mr. Bean.     Lord Walton would like to see you in the boardroom.

BEAN gives a little pleasured squeak.             How exciting for him.   He follows MISS
HUTCHINSON out into the corridor.

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INT.     NATIONAL GALLERY.      CORRIDOR.   DAY

BEAN    walks along    the same corridor as before. Turns off another light. Then
comes    to the room    where he saw the Programmer. The computer, showing a Van
Gogh    portrait, is    on and no-one's there. BEAN, who hates wasted electricity,
goes    in to switch    it off.

We see the Van Gogh change to a pictorial representation of the Storage room -
with an arrow pointing to where the Van Gogh is located. BEAN is clearly
going to be replaced by this programme. Or not ... BEAN searches for the
plug, but it's under acres of desk - so he simply pulls a cable out of the
back the computer. The entire system clicks off. At which moment the
Programmer comes back in.

                                       PROGRAMMER
                       What's happening here?

                                            BEAN
                       Ahm...

With a slightly guilty smile he picks up the cable again looks with puzzlement
at the five available places to plug it in and just takes a random guess. And
a disastrous one. There is a ugly electrical fizzle. The screens come on
white, then pop out completely.

                                            BEAN
                       Ah.... Ahm....

BEAN realises that he has done something wrong and quickly shoves the cable
into another circuit. The Van Gogh appears happily on the screen. BEAN and
PROGRAMMER both give out a sigh of relief. BEAN smiles and leaves quickly.
But a second later the computer screen disintegrates and the Van Gogh slides
down the screen like a water-colour in the rain. The PROG difficult to
breathe.

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 INT.     NATIONAL GALLERY.      BOARDROOM - DAY

                                    LORD WALTON
               You have your voting slips, gentlemen.          Please remember the

             Americans are looking for something quite high powered.     A
             doctorate preferably...

There is a knock at the door. BEAN enters. LORD WALTON smiles. The rest of
the faces in the room are looking dangerously close to smug. BEAN is very
nervous indeed.

                                  LORD WALTON
                                   (gravely)
             Ah, Mr. Bean. Please take a seat for a moment.      I have some news
             which will not, I'm afraid...

The phone rings. LORD WALTON answers. BEAN sits next to VINCENT and sniffs
at him. VINCENT's breath hasn't improved.

                                      LORD WALTON
                                     (into phone)
             Yes?     Put him on... Timothy. The computer ... Yes... When? How?
             All    of it? Absolutely all of it? Did you back it up? How long
             will    it ... ? Another six months. Fair enough. Come up here
             will    you, dear boy.

He slowly hangs up. Everyone has got the gist of what has just occurred with
the new computer- The energy drains from them all as they contemplate another
six months with BEAN still on the staff. LORD WALTON coughs politely.

                                  LORD WALTON
             As I was saying, gentlemen. The Grierson Gallery. South
             California. Great opportunity. Thousands-of miles-away though it
             is. Doctorate or ( IMPISHLY ) no doctorate, perhaps

All get the message at the same moment and hurriedly scribble on their voting
slips. The slips get handed down the line to LORD WALTON. We see that every
single slip has 'BEAN' on it.

                                     LORD WALTON
             Mr. Bean.     Wonderful news. You are going to America.

                                       MR. BEAN
                                    (overwhelmed)
             Ooooh, how lovely.

There is a knock at the door. The fat, bespectacled,
PROGRAMMER puts his head round it.

                                    LORD WALTON
                                     (beaming)
             Ah, Timothy.    You're sacked.

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INT.   NATIONAL GALLERY.    CORRIDOR - DAY

BEAN rounds a corner and walks     towards us, imitating a bowlegged cowboy. The
Theme from Bonanza plays. He      whips out his pair of imaginary six shooters,
spins them on his fingers and     returns them to-their imaginary holsters, making
gun sound effects. He's very      happy.-He passes the Security Guard - he draws
his gun on him - zero reaction     the Guard just raises his eyebrows and yawns.

BEAN heads on through the gallery merrily - but suddenly, his good mood is

broken, when he notices 3 schoolgirls entering a new exhibition, called The
Ultra-Human Form. This worries him - and we soon see why - BEAN heads in to
the room where all the paintings are very graphic nudes, and the 3 girls are
having a good giggle.

BEAN quickly rushes over and with his hand covers the breasts of the painting
they're inspecting.

Two girls then move on to the next painting - which unfortunately also has
breasts. BEAN stretches and just manages to cover them with his other hand.

Now the third girl    heads on, so BEAN can drop the hand on the first painting -
but now has to try    to cover the breasts on the third painting, which is a real
long stretch away.     He can't quite make it, so he takes off his shoes, which
gives him the extra    3 inches. Again, safe. Just.

Now, all three girls leave the paintings - but, to BEAN's chagrin, head over
to a classical nude sculpture in the middle of the room. It's like the 3
Graces, 3 naked women back to back. BEAN thinks fast. He quickly whips off
his

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Belt and rushes over to the statue, where he succeeds in looping it round to
cover all six nipples.

Unfortunately the girls have already lost interest and head over to the other
side of the gallery. To BEAN's horror. Because at that moment we reveal what
is on the other side of the room. A epic painting in the style of the others
- with literally 40 graphically naked people.

BEAN sprints across the room, stands on a chair, and desperately tries to
cover a particularly lurid example of a gentleman's manhood.

At which    moment the teacher of the party and 40 other schoolgirls appear and
scream in    chorus. BEAN thinks that it is the painting that has caused offence
and is in    outraged agreement with them. He turns. Cut wide to reveal that
they are    screaming because he's beltless
trousers    have fallen down.
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EXT.   GRIERSON GALLERY.     AMERICA - DAY.

8.30 am California time. A modern building with plenty of glass. Large,
modern sculptures are spotted around its grounds, including a dramatic one of
two huge old cars, head down in the ground, backs protruding into the air.

THOMAS GRIERSON, owner of the gallery, wearing a slick expensive suit, walks
with DAVE LEARY and BERNIE, both in casual jackets and ties. GRIERSON is a
vain, slightly pedantic and pompous man - maybe short - always just trying to
show he's Boss. The three are strolling towards the main entrance. Huge
sign: 'THE GRIERSON GALLERY' with a silhouette of Whistler's Mother taken from
the painting, as an incorporated logo.

                                      GRIERSON
               Lord Walton assures me this guy's one of the very top scholars in
               the English art world. Has a couple of doctorates no less.

                                       BERNIE
               Great news.

BERNIE is smooth and smiley. DAVID LEARY, Vice President, is a very pleasant,
but slightly worried man, knocking on 40. Too nice for his own good. The
three pass a lone MIME ARTIST wearing a cheap vac-form PRESIDENT CLINTON face
mask. David can't help being just a little nice to him and finds himself left
behind. He scampers to catch up.

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First, catching under the handle - then the couch, then

Four other chairs - and finally the deep freeze.        No-one's going to get in
through that door.

BACK IN THE    HALL BEAN pushes the string    back inside the    letter box and slaps
his hand in    satisfaction. He locks the     door's enormous    padlock, looks about
carefully to    make sure no one's around,    and then hides    the key under a garden
gnome on the    floor, standing amongst a    row of pathetic    pot plants.

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INT.    AIRPORT.   RECEPTION DESK.   NIGHT

The lady checking in BEAN looks puzzled as she holds his passport. So he
pulls the shockingly stupid face. 0h yes, she sees, that's the guy in the
picture. She hands him his ticket.

                                   CHECK-IN LADY
                Here we go, sir. You've been moved to l st. class. Apparently
                your friends at the Gallery were so delighted that you're
                finally on your way.

 BEAN is very touched.

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 INT.    AIRPORT LOUNGE - NIGHT

 BEAN enters the first class lounge. It's fairly empty, but BEAN still
 squeezes himself between an old lady drinking a cup of tea, and a very grand
 looking American military man in a business suit.

 The Grand Man lights up a cigar. This doesn't please Mr "No Smoking BEAN.
 First, he waves the smoke away, in small, then big, then huge wafting
 motions. Then he tries, miming, to cut it up into segments and move them
 aside. The man pays no attention at all.

 BEAN puts a plastic mug over his face, like a gas mask and breathes heavily.
 The man looks at him - but doesn't give a damn

 BEAN now takes a paper bag - catches some of the smoke, and take it over and
 empties it into the dust bin.

 The Grand Man goes on smoking stubbornly.        He then sees a magazine rack and
 leaves his cigar as he goes to get one.

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                                        DAVID

               Sounds like a real coup, sir... getting this Doctor of ...


                                      GRIERSON

            Various things. Thank you. However, as you know, this is not an
            inexpensive venture, and, financially speaking, we're in very
            serious crap right now.

 He can't quite hide his tackiness.) DAVID holds the door for GRIERSON - then
 sees an old woman coming towards him. He waits for her to go through, and
 due to his sweetness, is again left behind. He rushes to catch up.

They are now passing the reception counter cum gallery shop. DAVID exchanges
smiles with the cashier, ANNIE. Very bubbly, not very bright. The shop is
full of Whistler's Mother memorabilia - posters, cards, porcelain statuettes.

                                    GRIERSON
            So ... I'm wondering if one of you would have this guy stay in your
            home instead of some expensive hotel.

                                     BERNIE
            Love to, sir, but no can do. No spare room.   Period.

                                        GRIERSON
            David?

                                      DAVID
            Oh, look, I mean, it's kind of the last thing... I mean, I'd really
            like to, but... things at home are kind of sensitive, so I couldn't
            really er ...

                                    GRIERSON
            I thought perhaps as Vice-President, and in view of the unfortunate
            attendance's for the summer show this year... the MASSIVE financial
            LOSS ...

                                      DAVID
              on the other hand ... maybe a breath of fresh air is just what my
              family needs ... Yes. Great news. Fabulous. Triumphant. Course
              it might need a little smoothing over. When's he due?

GRIERSON hands DAVID a piece of paper.

                                      GRIERSON
              Tomorrow.   You have a problem with that?

PAUSE

                                       DAVID
              No. Perfect.   Looking forward to it.
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INT.    LONDON . PHOTO BOOTH.    DAY.

The camera faces Mr BEAN sitting in a Photo booth. His face is totally
impassive for 1, 2, then 3 flashes. And then, just before the 4th flash, he
pulls the biggest, maddest face you've ever seen. Flash! He gives a little

Satisfied giggle.

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 EXT.    THE LEARY HOUSE - DAY

 7 p.m. California time. A pleasant suburban house. DAVID's car pulls into
 the drive. JENNIFER, his slightly Gothic 16 year old daughter, is kissing
 BRAD, her scruffy boyfriend. He sits astride a motor scooter. He has a
 bum-fluff moustache.

 DAVID gets out of his car and approaches them.


                                   DAVID
            Hi, Jennifer. How was school? (she doesn't break the kiss with
            Brad) oh really? That's good, great. Fantastic. We'll talk some
            more.

 The two continue kissing as DAVID moves on. He's just about to head for the
 house when a swish convertible draws up at the curb. DAVID's wife, ALISON,
 has been given a lift home by her young attractive boss, CHARLES. They are
 laughing in the car as DAVID walks up.

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He is slightly disturbed to see ALISON kiss CHARLES on the cheek before
getting out with her port folio. CHARLES smiles pleasantly on seeing DAVID.

                                      CHARLES
            Hello, David.

                                    DAVID
            Hi, Charles. (To Alison) Wow - late!

                                    ALISON
                                  (brightly)
            I had to do some last minute stuff.

                                  CHARLES
            My fault. We've got a heavy load on at present.     How about you,
            gallery going well?

                                    DAVID
            Ahm, well, you know ~ that's a tough question - on one' level I
            think it ....

                                    ALISON
            Don't ask him about work, Charlie. Life's too short.

Alison is the same age as DAVID, but seems to have lasted the course better -
she's confident, in good shape. The atmosphere is awkward. JENNIFER screams
out. Her 8 year old brother, KEVIN has sprung from the shrubbery and lassoed
her and BRAD. ALISON goes over to sort them out.

                                     ALISON
            Kevin!   You stop that right now!

                                      CHARLES
            Great kids.     Good looking too.

                                      DAVID
            You think so?    Well I 'spose they're pretty, you know... okay,
            looks-wise.

                                      CHARLES

            Take after their mother, huh?

                                       DAVID
            Ah ... absolutely.

DAVID is not very happy here.

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 INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.   KITCHEN - DAY

It is open plan and leads through into the lounge. DAVID and ALISON enter.
ALISON puts her port folio on the table and leads DAVID onto a sofa. She puts
her arms round him.


                                    ALISON
            Let's take a break, David. This weekend, why don't we just get
            into the car and drive to the coast. Find a motel. Like before
            the kids were born. Go to a fairground. Win me another Bambi.

She reaches across and picks up a little ceramic Bambi on a table next to the
couch.

                                    ALISON
            Jennifer can stay and look after Kevin

                                    DAVID
            Sounds great. Excellent. Though-, Ahm... there's this guy who's
            coming to work at the Gallery, from England...

                                       ALISON
                                  (SUSPICIOUSLY)
                                      Yeeees?

                                    DAVID
            And they asked me if we'd like to ... you know... put him up for a
            while.

                                      ALISON
            There aren't hotels?

                                    DAVID
            Yes, there are hotels. They just thought maybe it'd be nice for
            him to stay with a real American family. Popcorn, waffles, all
            that stuff.

                                       ALISON
                                    (POINTEDLY)
            And what did you say?

                                    DAVID
            I said I'd check with you.

She looks at him piercingly.     This clearly happens a lot.   She knows when he's
telling the truth. Pause.

                                       DAVID
            Then I said 'yes'.

She puts Bambi carefully back on the table, gets up and moves to the kitchen.
DAVID follows.

                                      ALISON
              Do we know anything about him?

                                     DAVID
              Ahm - he's male. He's English. He's a doctor of er ...      at least
              2 things. I think they would have mentioned if he was a     blind
              dwarf. Or one of those guys who kills lots of people all     the
              time. I think we're looking at someone moderately normal     here.

                                      ALISON
              David - are you ever going to learn to say 'no'?

                                       DAVID
              Yes.   Yes. (pause) Sometime.

 She shakes her head.

                                      ALISON
              It's the last thing we need.

                                      DAVID
              That's exactly what I said ... before I said - Great, it's a
              sensational idea."

He knows he's made a mess here.       Enter KEVIN, their smart young son, strolling
through.

                                      KEVIN
              Hiya Dad ~ I'll need you upstairs for homework in about ....
              (checks watch) oh, 20 minutes.

                                        DAVID
                                    Great, good.

And KEVIN exits.

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                                      DAVID
               Didn't kids do their own homework, like way back?     Years ago?
               No. Course not. Just imagining it.

 ALISON isn't really listening.       Much tension.

                                                                           CUT TO:

EXT.   MR.   BEAN'S BED-SIT - NIGHT

9.30 p.m. U.K. time. A black London taxi is parked outside a terraced house
with its motor idling. Its driver looks fed up waiting. BEAN appears at a
downstairs window, motioning to his watch that he will not be long.

                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   MR.   BEAN'S BED-SIT - DAY

MR. BEAN is ready to leave his room.       Battered old

suitcase in hand, he checks the room from the doorway.

Every conceivable thing that can be opened - cupboards,

drawers, fridge -sports an oversized padlock.    Even

Bean's old G.P.O. phone has one on its dial.

BEAN looks across to his TEDDY, who is lounging on a miniature chair, inside
an up-sided cardboard box. The box is sits on an armchair. A hand-written
sign, taped to its roof reads: 'TEDDY HOTEL' followed by three stars.
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A smaller sign informs us that the hotel is: 'FULL'. BEAN is just about to
leave but stops to consider. Taking a felt tipped pen, he adds two more stars
on the hotel hoarding, as a treat.

He then, slightly, incomprehensibly, begins to tie string it around various
objects in the flat. The fridge - the corner of a chair, a couch leg.

                                                                        CUT TO:

INT.   MR.   BEAN'S RESIDENCE'S HALLWAY ~ DAY

BEAN leaves his flat. lee notice a large official sign stuck on the door
saying 'NO SMOKING". He now turns his attention to the pieces of string
hanging out the letter box in his door. Grabbing the bunch of them, he pulls.

CUT TO back inside the flat. we now understand the string - as all the
furniture starts to move across the flat. It works incredibly neatly the
chair reaches the door

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BEAN acts fast.    He takes the cigar - and quickly dunks it in the old woman's
cup of tea.

He sits there, guiltlessly, as the Grand Man returns. Simultaneously, the man
tries to suck the wet cigar, and the Old woman drinks the disgusting tea. A
horrid experience for both.

                                                                        CUT TO:


INT.   AEROPLANE - DAY.

Boarding time. BEAN enters the plane and turns    right, into the body of the
plane. After walking right down the plane, he    is directed by a hostess back
up to first. As he walks back, we notice the'    ridiculous contrast, from
totally cramped accommodation with hundreds of   children and muzak, to the
elegance, and space of First class.

BEAN couldn't be more thrilled.    There follows a sequence of short moments
from this nightmare flight.

1/ The Old Tea-Drinking Lady is being helped with her ,luggage.    A hostess
slides it into the compartment above her head.

                                      OLD LADY
               Be careful.   It's for my Grand-daughter.

The next instant BEAN comes up with his case. He opens the     same locker, and
tries to fit his case in. Doesn't quite go - so he pushes     it violently. We
hear crunching cracking sounds. Finally, it's almost there     - BEAN slams the
locker door. One final definitive, though muffled, smash.      The OLD LADY looks
at BEAN suspiciously.

2/ BEAN sits down - and who should be his next door neighbour? The Grand Man,
whose name is REYNOLDS. BEAN smiles merrily. The affection is not mutual.

Champagne comes    round instantly. BEAN takes it, along with a small bowl of
nuts, and clinks    glasses with his unsmiling partner. BEAN tries to impress
him by throwing    nuts up into the air and catching them in his mouth (a well
practised art).     No response.

BEAN then switches on the noisy overhead air blower. Then can't turn it down
again. It's very stuck. He manages however to push it away from his face -
straight into REYNOLDS' . REYNOLDS looks annoyed, BEAN guiltless.

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Then 'BEAN has an idea. He takes a tissue out of his pocket, puts in his
mouth, chews it into a spitball

And rams it into the blower. Both of them are relieved. REYNOLDS picks up
his champagne to have his first proper sip. And whapp! The spitball, under
high pressure, shoots

into it, sending champagne spraying all over REYNOLDS.     Not a good start.


3/--BEAN is reading the in-flight magazine. There's an annoying sound. He
looks sideways - it is the headphones of the YOUNG BOY in the seat across the
aisle. He's fallen asleep with his headphones on. BEAN looks annoyed. Then
suddenly decides to cut his fingernails with a little pair of scissors he
carries. He holds out his hand to snip the nail - and accidentally on purpose
simply cuts the wire of the boy's headset. That's better.

4/ Night. Wide shot of the plane - everyone is asleep except one pool of
light. It's Mr BEAN still up, reading.

But even he is   wilting. His eyes close, and his body starts to waver towards
sleep. Next to    him, REYNOLDS is in a total lying position - and
unfortunately,   as BEAN slowly tips over, his mouth comes into direct contact
with REYNOLDS'   flies.

From across the compartment, a hostess sees what's happening. She's shocked,
comes over and taps BEAN on the ,,shoulder. He shoots up, and nearly
strangles her in shock. She calms him down, shows him how to put his chair
back - and leaves him to sleep. CUT ON....

5/ REYNOLDS still asleep. With BEAN asleep completely on top of him.
Completely. His hand is spread on REYNOLDS' face. REYNOLDS' eyes open.         He
sees what's happened. His arm goes up and rings for the Hostess.

6/ Morning has broken. REYNOLDS is still trying to sleep - BEAN is wide
awake. The Hostess approaches, and the MOTHER of the YOUNG BOY says her son
isn't very well.

BEAN decides to cheer him up. He mimes an aeroplane which makes the boy feel
more ill. Then does a rather good lizard impersonation by sticking bits of
paper to his tongue and eye-lids and fluttering them.

He then brings out a scrunched up bag of Dolly Mixtures and does his trick of
throwing a sweet in the air and catching it in his mouth. The boy is too ill
to be impressed.

BEAN tries to cheer him up with his imaginary gun pretending to be a cowboy
and then a tough American Cop. Nothing. Then he has an extremely fun idea.
He empties the Dolly Mixtures from the paper bag and pockets them.

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He then blows up the empty bag and is about to pop it to wake REYNOLDS, when
he sees it's got a hole in it. No fun.

Meanwhile, the Boy has taken out his sick-bag. BEAN is delighted - yes,
that's perfect. He turns away for a split second to scrunch up the useless
bag, while, unseen to him, the boy vomits into his bag. BEAN turns, grabs the
bag from him - blows into it, puts it right into REYNOLDS' face at arms
length, and smacks his hands together. CUT at just the right moment.

                                                                        CUT TO:

INT.   AMERICAN AIRPORT.     ARRIVALS - NIGHT

The traditional exit area. A random bunch of people are waiting - relatives,
limousine drivers - and, rather strangely, three 30 year old women dressed in
curly red wigs from the musical, 'Annie'.

The LEARYS are at the barrier. KEVIN has a cardboard sign with 'MR. BEAN'
written on it. People are streaming out of the Arrivals gate. ALISON is not
happy. Actually no one is. JENNIFER looks particularly fed up.

                                        DAVID

             For all you know, he may be a very attractive young man.

                                    JENNIFER
             Oh come on - the guy's going to be a creep.   All Englishmen are
             ugly.

                                        DAVID
What makes you say that?

                                   JENNIFER
           All the guys they claim are English to and good-looking like Dan
           Day-Lewis and Liam Neeson, turn out to be Irish. Even Anthony
           Hopkins is welsh. Prince Charles is so ugly they pay him two
           million bucks a year to stay indoors.

                                     DAVID
             Richard Burton was very good-looking.

                                      JENNIFER
             Welsh.

                                        DAVID
             Sean Connery.

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                                       ALISON
             Scottish.

                                       DAVID
             Tom Jones?

                                     JENNIFER
             Welsh again.

                                     DAVID
             Okay, so the guy's gonna look like Meatloaf's backside.    No-one's
             asking you to go to bed with him.

JENNIFER glares at him.     A tired ALISON has had enough of this waiting
already.

                                       ALISON
             Bed sounds good though.    Bed sounds great.

                                                                            CUT TO:

INT.   AMERICAN AIRPORT.    CONVEYER - NIGHT

BEAN, is off the plane. REYNOLDS strides ahead of him, a huge wet patch in a
semi-circle around his neck. BEAN comes to a moving walkways. He steps on to
it sheepishly, thinking it's very daring and brave, gripping the handrail as
though he was travelling at 100 mph.

But soon he gains greater confidence. He stands up straight, both hands off
the rail. There are a couple of COPS leaning against a wall, chatting. BEAN
notices their guns. Slipping into role-play mode, he reaches into his breast
pocket, ready to bring out his imaginary shooter ... The last security guard
he tried this with just yawned ~ so BEAN thinks it's safe. But this time, the
COPS turn and stare at him tensely..

Flustered by their interest in him, BEAN needs to get away. He turns,        but
finds that he is walking in the opposite direction, on the spot. The        COPS
read this as suspicious behaviour and move towards him suspiciously.        BEAN
turns to gets himself going in the right direction. The COPS follow.         BEAN
runs. The COPS give chase.

                                                                            CUT TO:

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INT.   'AMERICAN AIRPORT.    ARRIVALS - NIGHT

A little BALD MAN arrives at the barrier. The three red wigged clones from
the musical, `Annie' swamp him with shrieks and kisses. The LEARYS are
getting impatient.

                                      KEVIN
                                    (bored )
             Who do you think is the ugliest guy who ever lived.

                                     DAVID
             Well, Michael Bolton's pretty grisly.

                                       KEVIN
             I vote for Bart.

                                     JENNIFER
             Shut up, Kevin.

                                     KEVIN
          NO, seriously - I know he's your boyfriend, but there's something
          about his upper lip that is so weird. What do you think it is, Dad?
          Jen says it's a moustache, I say it's a cluster of about 11
          mosquitoes, resting.

                                   JENNIFER
          You know the thing I hate most about children?

                                      KEVIN
          Nope.

                                     JENNIFER
          You.



                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   AMERICAN AIRPORT.   CORRIDOR - NIGHT

BEAN is running down the busy corridor with the two COPS in pursuit.      They
draw their guns. Two more COPS appear,

coming from the opposite direction.    BEAN is trapped.    He drops his case.

                                       COP 1
                           Police!   Stop or we shoot!

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Passers-by scream and throw themselves to the floor. BEAN freezes on the
spot, terrified. All four COPS have their guns trained on him in the shooting
position.

                                     COP 1
             Carefully take out your weapon, holding the butt with two fingers
             only. Slowly place it on the floor and take three paces back!

Dead slowly, BEAN puts his hand into his inside jacket pocket and brings it
back out made in the shape of a gun. He slowly transfers that imaginary item
to the finger and thumb of his left hand. He bends down and places it on the
floor then takes three paces back. He gives out a big breath after the effort
of it all. The COPS just stare at him, gob-smacked.

Little OLD LADY from plane steers up from nowhere. She rattles her box of
broken china and kicks BEAN in the shins. Things are not going his way.

                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   AMERICAN AIRPORT.   POLICE INTERVIEW ROOM - NIGHT

Bright and clinical. Close on BEAN sitting behind a       table; a very small man
in very big trouble. Behind him, two uniformed COPS       stand guard. A large,
black plain clothes detective sits opposite, smoking      a cigarette. This is
BRUTUS. He studies BEAN's passport photo. It's the        baboon face. He holds it
up to bean's face to make a comparison. BEAN pulls       the face to match the
photo.

                                     BRUTUS
             Mr. Bean. Are you presently on any kind of medication at all?

BEAN thinks deeply for a moment then shakes his head.

                                     BRUTUS
             You could certainly use some.

                                                                          CUT TO:

INT.   AMERICAN AIRPORT.   ARRIVALS - NIGHT

ALISON, JENNIFER and KEVIN are slumped in seats near the barrier.      DAVID walks
up.

                                     ALISON
             What did they say?

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                                     DAVID
             Well, they're kind of busy but it doesn't look like ...

                                     ALISON
             Did you really ask?

                                     DAVID
             I'm not sure I got the right person but they were a bit busy ...

                                     ALISON
             What's wrong with you, David? All you have to do is say, Excuse
             me, I've been sitting here since the start of the Millennium and
             I'd really like some action from you before the end of the world.
             I'll go.

                                      DAVID

             No, no.   I'11 try again ...

                                     ALISON
              I said, I'11 go.

 She goes. KEVIN shakes his head disappointedly al,-- his father. DAVID
 slumps down on the seat. He overhears JENNIFER flirting with an incredibly
 undesirable bloke in a leather jacket - white, with Rasta hair extensions,
 and about sixty rings in his nose. (This is STINGO).

                                    JENNIFER
             So. where do your parents live?

                                     STINGO
             My parents are dead.

 DAVID is pretty confident that he knows who killed them.

                                    JENNIFER
             Yeah, so are mine.

                                                                          CUT TO:

EXT.   AMERICAN AIRPORT.     TAXI RANK. NIGHT

COP 1 puts BEAN in the back of a taxi with his case.      He

takes some dollar notes from his own wallet and hands them to the driver.

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                                     COP 1
             Just get him the hell out of here, will ya?

He slams the door and the taxi drives away.

                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   AMERICAN AIRPORT-.     ARRIVALS - NIGHT

The LEARYS are all asleep in eccentric positions on the seats. JENNIFER's
head is resting on STINGO's leg. Kevin's cardboard sign with 'MR. BEAN,
written on it falls from his lap to the floor.

                                                                           CUT TO:


EXT.   THE LEARY HOUSE - NIGHT

The taxi draws up outside the house.      BEAN gets out with his case.   The CAB
DRIVER is strangely friendly.

                                   CAB DRIVER
             Thanks man, I can't tell you how much I appreciate talking to ya.
             In this job you get so many jerks spilling their guts all over ya,
             with their stupid problems ... But you, you're a great listener,
             ya know that?

BEAN smiles politely. Taxi drives away. BEAN walks up to' the front porch,
checks the house number on his piece of paper and presses the doorbell. No
answer. Presses again. Still no answer ... Now where have they hidden the
key. He inspects things carefully.

The camera sees what he sees ... the     doormat, the flowerpot, the window-ledge
... and then he spots a little stone     frog. BEAN smiles. Key hiding is
something he knows about - and people     are pathetically obvious about it. BEAN
picks up the FROG to reveal the front     door key. It glints in the porch-light.

                                                                           CUT TO:


INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.     HALLWAY - NIGHT

BEAN lets himself in. The pre-alarm buzzer goes off quietly. He has 15
seconds before the alarm goes off proper. He strolls confidently to where the
alarm control unit obviously is ... under the stairs.

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Close-up of flashing L.E.D. Again, BEAN looks carefully and finds the magnetic
box, housing a little key, attached to the underside of the console. Just as
the alarm goes off, for the splittest of a secondette, he turns the key in its
slot ... and is safe.

BEAN finds the switch and turns on the hall light. He switches it off again
... then on. Then rapidly clicks it on and off repeatedly.Fun.

                                                                                CUT TO:

EXT.     THE LEARY HOUSE - NIGHT

Shot from across the street, with all the house lights flashing off and on
madly.

                                                                                CUT TO:

INT.     THE LEARY HOUSE.    LOUNGE - NIGHT

BEAN stands in front of the television, looking a little annoyed about the
fact that the remote control in his hand is having no effect at all. He stabs
at it randomly.

                                                                                CUT TO:
EXT.     THE LEARY HOUSE - NIGHT

The garage doors are swinging open and closed rhythmically.

                                                                                CUT TO:

INT.     DAVID'S CAR - NIGHT

KEVIN and JENNIFER are asleep in the back. DAVID drives in silence, Alison
next to him. Uneasy atmosphere. DAVID stabs at buttons on the car radio.

                                       ALISON
               It isn't working any more, David.

                                       DAVID
               I know - I'11 take it in to George tomorrow'- he'll fix it.
               Stupid thing.

HE SWITCHES IT OFF.

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                                          ALISON
                No, US.     It's not working any longer -you and me.

 Pause. DAVID's now heard it completely. He takes his eyes off the road and
 stares at ALISON a moment too long. A car's horn snatches back his
 attention.

                                          DAVID
               Jesus.

                                       ALISON
                I need some time, David. A little time.        It's not just you.
                It's partly me.

                                          DAVID

                But in general ... it's ... mostly me, right?

Pause.     Single shot of Alison and David.       She doesn't answer.   He is

destitute.

                                                                         CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.   HALLWAY - NIGHT

BEAN wanders down the stairs in his pyjamas. He sees a walkman - and puts it
on happily. He moves to the rhythm. He locks the door, turns on the alarm
and turns off the
hall light.

                                                                         CUT TO:
EXT.   THE LEARY HOUSE - NIGHT

DAVID's car turns into the drive just as the hall light goes off. (For the
next few minutes, knife-edged timing 0 is all). The LEARYS sleepily get out
of the car and approach the house. DAVID brings out his door key.

                                                                         CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.   UPSTAIRS LANDING - NIGHT

The exact moment the key turns in the lock, BEAN, still wearing headphones,
disappears into a bedroom with a little ceramic sign on it saying: 'GUEST
ROOM'.

The exhausted family enter an apparently untouched house. KEVIN turns on the
stairs light, climbs to his room off the landing and closes the door on which
a sign reads: 'KEVIN'.

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At that instant BEAN walks out, looking for the bathroom with his wash bag.
He looks up at the light. It should not be on. He frowns, turns it off and
exits to bathroom. At which precise moment JENNIFER, zombie-like, is halfway
up the stairs

                                     JENNIFER
             Thanks a lot, Kevin!

JENNIFER goes into her room.     The sign reads: `JENNIFER'.

ALISON turns on the light and climbs the stairs. David heads into the
kitchen. They exchange a sad look. She goes into their bedroom: the sign
reads: 'GRUPS'. At which instant, BEAN, still wearing headphones, leaves the
bathroom, and heads downstairs ....

                                                                         CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.   KITCHEN - NIGHT

The light is on. DAVID takes a deep breath. Bad night. He picks up an empty
coffee jar, sighs and goes into the pantry a full one. BEAN enters. He opens
the refrigerator and he studies the food on offer. Nothing he fancies ...
then BINGO!

He sees a little plate of 3 strawberries. He eats     one, then two, then pops
the third into his mouth. It tastes a bit off, so     he takes it out of his
mouth, puts it back on the plate, closes the fridge    door, and exits ... just
as DAVID comes out of the pantry. Close on BEAN's     hand as it comes round the
door frame and turns off the light. DAVID, on the     move, stubs his toe on a

chair. He groans in pain, limps to the fridge.        He spots the lone, already
sucked strawberry and pops it into his mouth.

                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.   D & A'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

ALISON is watching T.V. in bed with the remote control.       DAVID enters with
orange juice and puts it down by his side of the bed.

                                      DAVID

             The lights blown in the kitchen. I'll fix it tomorrow.

They're not a happy couple.    She concentrates on the TV even turns it up a
little.

                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.   BATHROOM - NIGHT

BEAN turns on the basin's cold faucet.       It gushes noisily.

                                                                           CUT TO:
INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.   D & A'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Close on Letterman on the TV. The noise from it drowns out any noise from the
bathroom.(The bathroom has two doors - one into DAVID and ALISON's bedroom,
the other onto the landing)..

                                                                           CUT TO:
INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.   BATHROOM - NIGHT

BEAN can't hear the T.V. because of his headphones. He takes out his
toothbrush but notices an electric one on a shelf with spare brush heads.
He's intrigue. He swaps the heads and enjoys cleaning his teeth with this
clever modern implement.

-He puts the   electric brush down and checks his teeth    in the mirror. He has
forgotten to   turn off the brush and so it vibrates off    the sink and lands in
the toilet.    Bean fishes it out and places it back on    the shelf where he found
it. He turns    off faucet, then exits, turning out the    light.

DAVID enters and turns the light on again. He takes down the toothbrush and
cleans his teeth. He calls through the bedroom door.

                                     DAVID
             That poor guy, Bean ... He's probably still sitting at London
             Airport!

He finishes his teeth then runs the hot faucet.       He exits to bedroom as BEAN
enters from hall with dirty socks.

                                                                           CUT TO:
INT. THE LEARY HOUSE. D & A'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
ALISON is still watching T.V. The volume is getting to DAVID.

                                      DAVID
             Alison, please.

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INT.   THE LEARYS' HOUSE.      BATHROOM ~ NIGHT

BEAN is just finishing washing his socks in David's water. He rings the dirty
water from them, and exits. DAVID enters in his under shorts. He checks his
tired eyes in the mirror then washes his face in the basin water without
looking.

                                                                               CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.      LANDING ~ NIGHT

BEAN notices a framed photograph on the wall. It is of the LEARY family.
They are grouped outside their house. It is a very happy picture. BEAN
smiles at it. He takes it off the wall and takes it into a bedroom. As the
door quietly closes we see the sign: 'JENNIFER'.

                                                                               CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.      D & A'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Lights are out.       DAVID and ALISON in bed.    The latter is facing away.

                                       DAVID
               I need to make a confession. I know you're awake.       Please, it's
               important.

(Long pause)

                                        ALISON
                                  (without stirring)
               Go ahead.

                                       DAVID
               I had the last strawberry in the refrigerator.

ALISON smiles in spite of herself. She turns over and puts her arm around
DAVID. She gets up close to his face.

                                       ALISON
               There were three strawberries.

                                         DAVID
               One.

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                                        ALISON
                Liar.

                                       DAVID
               0h Ali we can work this thing out, you know.

ALISON smiles, sleepily, and goes to kiss him. She stops and sniffs.
Thoroughly put off, she rolls over and closes her eyes.

                                         DAVID
               Ali?    What's wrong?

                                     ALISON
             Your face smells like a foot.

                                                                          CUT TO:

EXT.   THE LEARY HOUSE - DAY

The next morning. Shot from across the street: A newspaper boy delivers.
Birds sing. It's a lovely, peaceful, early morning. Then ... a terrifying
girl's scream pierces the quiet.

                                                                          CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.    UPSTAIRS LANDING - DAY

The whole family charges out onto the landing. JENNIFER hurtles out of her
room screaming. She barges through the family and locks herself in the
bathroom.

                                        ALISON
             What is it?    Jennifer!

                                    JENNIFER
                                    (0.O.V.)
             ... There's a man ... there's a man ... there's a man in my...

                                     DAVID
             Honey, calm down now... it's okay...

                                      JENNIFER
                                      (p.o.v.)
             There's a man.    I woke up next to a man ...

                                        KEVIN

           It wouldn't be the first time.

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                                     ALISON
             Shut up, Kevin. (to Jennifer) Honey, you-re not making sense ...

                                       DAVID
             It's okay.    There's no one out here. Just open the door.   Trust
             me.

Pause ... then a click of the bathroom lock ... Jennifer comes out. Then
there's another click. BEAN breezes out of Jennifer's bedroom, past the
family, in his pyjamas, carrying a wash bag and a towel over his arm. He
waves to them friendly, slips into the bathroom and closes the door. The
family stare in amazement.

                                                                          CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.    KITCHEN - DAY

The family, now dressed for work and school, are having breakfast at the
kitchen table. After an uncomfortable silence:

                                        KEVIN

            He makes Prince Charles look kind of handsome.

                                    ALISON
            He can't stay here, David.

                                   DAVID
            Okay. It's not a problem... Let's just sit ... I'11 talk to the
            gallery ...

                                    ALISON
            David, I'm serious!

                                     DAVID
            I know you are.   Very serious ... most of the time these days.

                                    ALISON
            Now what does that mean? My daughter wakes up with a strange man
            in her bed, and I'm supposed to think it's amusing? (looks at his
            tie) That tie's God-awful. Why do you wear it?

DAVID is thrown.   He looks down at his tie.   JENNIFER looks grumpy.   KEVIN is
eating happily.

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BEAN enters, dressed, carrying a plastic carrier bag.    He acknowledges the
family with a grunt and a smile.

                                     DAVID
            Ah, Mr Bean ...

                                     BEAN
            Excuse me.

 He moves to the phone, checks his watch and dials quickly.
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 INT.   BEAN'S BED-SIT - ENGLAND - NIGHT

 The ancient G.P.O. phone starts to ring on a small table. (The following
 takes place in a matter of seconds).

 On the table are two, large, shiny, hard backed books, wedged up    at one end
 and sloping away at right angles to one another. Each book has a     pair of
 rulers set, parallel to one another, in Play-Doh. They each form     a canal.
 Between one pair of rulers sits a small box of salt. Between the    other pair
 is a miniature bust of BEETHOVEN. As the phone continues to ring     and
 vibrate the table, these items judder along the canal, an inch at    a time.

 The box of salt teaches the bottom of the book and topples over the edge of
 the table. ( The BEETHOVEN bust' teeters on the edge of its book). The salt
 lands in a plastic funnel, taped to the top of a bamboo stick. The bottom
 of the stick sits on the BBC 2 button of a T.V. remote control. Close-up of
 its infrared L.E.D. as it flashes once. The phone stops ringing.

 CUT TO: the T.V. comes on at the start of a documentary about grizzly bears.
                                             A voice-over begins a narration.

 CUT TO: close on TEDDY sitting in his cardboard box hotel.    Flickering light

 from the T.V. plays on his face.

                                                                              CUT TO:
 INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.    KITCHEN - DAY

 Bean hangs up happily, then approaches the toaster, stuffs a pair of wet
 socks into it and pulls down the start lever. Satisfied, he now turns to
 the family.

                                         BEAN
               Now - can I help?

  They just stare, dumb-founded.

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                                                                              CUT TO:

 EXT.   THE LEARY HOUSE - DAY

 DAVID and BEAN arrive at the car and get in.          DAVID heads out of the drive
 at a reasonable speed.

 BEAN suddenly yanks on the hand-brake. DAVID's head hits the windshield
 with a sickening thud. BEAN reaches for and fastens his seat belt. He
 looks to DAVID. DAVID gives BEAN a pained look. What planet does he come
 from? He fastens his own seat belt while BEAN wonders why it's all taking
 so long.

                                                                              CUT TO:

 EXT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.      CAR PARKING - DAY

 It's a rather fancy building. Like a little Guggenheim DAVID parks by a
 large, expensive, looking car. BEAN opens his door and it bangs-hard
 against the pristine body work.

                                                                              CUT TO:


 INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.      RECEPTION AREA - DAY

 As BEAN and DAVID enter through the swing doors they meet ANNIE, the very
 bubbly girl in charge of entrance tickets at the reception cum shop counter.

                                         ANNIE
               Two dollars please.

                                         DAVID
               Annie, it's me.

                                       ANNIE
               Oh, right, yeah. (to Bean) two dollars please.

                                         DAVID
               No, Annie, no.    This is Doctor Bean. He's going to be working with
               us.

BEAN frowns.    That word 'doctor'.

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                                    ANNIE
            Oh, great. Usually we charge people two dollars to come in- but
            for people who work here, that would be 730 dollars a year, which
            is like, a lot of money, so we kinda like let them off. Hi.

BEAN smiles at her.

                                    ANNIE
            He doesn't like to say much does he?

                                    DAVID
            Right first time.

                             ANNIE
            I can understand THAT. Neither do I.

As BEAN and DAVID move on, BEAN gives ANNIE a 1ittle wave. She waves sweetly
back. She cocks her head to one side and watches him go. She likes Mr. BEAN a
lot.

                                                                      CUT TO:

INT. GRIERSON GALLERY. GROUND FLOOR- DAY

BEAN and DAVID arrive In the ground floor gallery. A few visitors are viewing
the paintings. The acknowledge ELMER, the huge, ex-army, Security Man, sitting
on a small chair by a wall, reading a newspaper. The pass two oldish ladies
inspecting a painting

                                    DAVID
            You'll notice, our clientele is not totally young. I sometimes
            worry they're not really getting to grips with the art on a deep
            aesthetic level.


Stay with the ladies as DAVID and BEAN head on.

                                 OLD LADY 1
            What do you think?

                                  OLD LADY 2
            0h yes - lovely - very nice.

                                  OLD LADY 1
               And what colour would you use for the curtains?

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                                  OLD LADY 2
            Well, I thought the sort of blue in this one. (she points to a
            gorgeous blue Matisse) And I thought the curtains in the bathroom
            would be nice in this yellow ....

And-they head on to a Van Gogh with a nice yellow in it.

BEAN stops to admire a painting. It is Pre-Raphaelite in style, depicting a
woman reclined on a bed in a castle chamber. She is wearing a chastity belt
fastened with a small padlock, her breasts are concealed under a draped flag.

It is a tasteful and romantic picture.

                                        DAVID
              Beautiful.    'HIS MISTRESS' by John Everett Millais, 1829 to 96.
              Know it?

BEAN shakes his head. It's the padlock he's interested in he points at it and
smiles. ANNIE walks up.

                                        ANNIE
              Excuse me.    Mr Grierson called down. He's ready to see you
              upstairs.

                                        DAVID
              Thanks, Annie.

ANNIE walks off back the way she came, looking at BEAN approvingly over her
shoulder.

                                        DAVID
              Better go.    Grierson hates people being late.

                                        BEAN
              Yes.   Ahm... think I'11 ...

He gestures that held like to tidy up a little. Brush his hair, etc. BEAN
waddles off after ANNIE clearly in need of relief. DAVID watches him go.

                                        DAVID
              Why me?

                                                                             CUT TO:

INT.    GRIERSON GALLERY.   CORRIDOR - DAY.

BEAN is catching up with ANNIE. She notices him following and coyly smiles to
herself. She stops, turns round and grins. She thinks he has come to say
something to her.

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BEAN stops dead in front of her - then turns sharp left into the men's
washroom. ANNIE's smile fades.


                                                                             CUT TO:

INT.    GRIERSON GALLERY.   WASH ROOM - DAY

BEAN    comes out of a booth. He tidies his hair and tie in a mirror. He pushes
down    the pressurised tap to wash his hands. It splashes terribly. The whole
front    of his trousers are soaked. The last thing you want when about to meet
your    new boss. Damn!

There now follow a quick, complicated piece of business.

1/ BEAN spots a paper-towel dispenser. He turns towards it at just the moment
a man exits from a booth - BEAN turns back to the sink to hide his trousers,
as the man swiftly does his hands, goes to the paper dispenser, and takes the
last towel. Damn again.

2/ BEAN    now puts    his hope in a rolling    towel. But it's rather high. He has
to jump    to try to    reach the trouser.     At which point Another Man enters.
Jumping    BEAN has    been caught in a very    weird position. He pretends he has
.chosen    the Men's    Room as the place to    do his rather energetic exercise
routine.

3/ As the man leaves, he then tries to blow the patch dry with his mouth.
Another Man enters. Again, BEAN is 1 compromised - pretends it's even more
exercises. That man also enters a booth.

4/ BEAN suddenly notices the hand drying machine! He turns it on. A healthy
blast of warm air. Annoyingly, it's also rather too high. He tries jumping
and bouncing to get his waist to the right height. It's not going to work.
Brainwave! He climbs up on two sinks. Now the drier is blowing in exactly
the right place. BEAN sways to let the air cover the whole area. It's
working excellently.

5/ At which moment, one of the men exits from         a booth and sees him in the
mirror. BEAN is in an immensely compromising          sex-with-machine position. He
pretends he's there to change the light bulb         above, which he takes out calmly
and polishes. The man leaves, BEAN smiles.           But as he exits, BEAN's face
transforms - he's totally scalded his fingers         on the scorching bulb.

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6/ BEAN rushes to the sink, puts his fingers under the tap, pushes on the
water - and soaks himself all over again. At which moment, DAVID enters,
exasperated.

                                          DAVID
                Come on!     Let's go!

 BEAN exits uneasily hunched to hide his wet patch.          They enter the corridor,
 and he spots a newspaper.

                                                                              CUT TO:

 INT.   GRIERSON'S OFFICE - DAY

 BEAN and DAVID enter. It's        a warm, formal. office. On the wall behind the
 desk is a full-size, framed       poster of Whistler's Mother. On a white
 background, at the base of       the poster, a caption reads: 'THE GRIERSON
 GALLERY, HOME OF WHISTLER'S       MOTHER'. Elsewhere, the walls are full of
 paintings.

 GRIERSON and BERNIE look up from a computer screen at DAVID and BEAN, who
 is, rather weirdly, carrying a newspaper in fronts of his flies. GRIERSON
 approaches David, and shakes his hand.

                                      GRIERSON
               Ah, David. Finally. (CHECKS HIS WATCH DELIBERATELY ) And this
               must be our professor from across the sea.

                                       DAVID
               Yes, this is Doctor Bean.

                                        BEAN
               Actually I'm not .... er ...

                                    GRIERSON
             This is Bernard Schimmel. Bernie the Doctor.

 BERNIE offers his hand. BEAN has to do a nifty handchange to free up the
 correct hand for the handshake. The newspaper stays firmly in place.

                                THOMAS GRIERSON
             Ah ~ the Tribune - mind if I just ....

He reaches out to borrow the newspaper. BEAN has to squeeze in right next to
the desk and sit behind it, before he can hand the paper over   thus ensuring
the continued invisibility of the wet patch. GRIERSON studies the paper for a
second.

                                    GRIERSON
             Take a seat, gentlemen..... although before we settle - feast your
             eyes on these.

GRIERSON goes to a painting on a wall. DAVID and BEAN follow ~ BEAN about one
inch from DAVID's back, walking in perfect rhythm.

                                    GRIERSON
             Arthur Rackham. Originals of course. Got four of them. Check
             this out ... Venus and the Cat, Aesop's Fables. Isn't that
             something?

He heads towards said illustration on adjacent wall - and BEAN and DAVID
follow, still totally glued together. A strange sight.

                                       DAVID.
             They're beautiful, sir.

                                   GRIERSON
             Maybe. Hell of a price, I'11 tell you.     Anyway - down to
             business.

 They head back to the desk - but Bean, in a momentary lapse of concentration
 fails to follow. He's now stuck on the wrong side of the room, unable to
 turn around.

                                    GRIERSON
             Bernie was just showing me his new ideas for a cross-gallery
             computer system. Dr Bean - would you like to look at this? Very
             exciting stuff ....

                                        BEAN
             Ahm ... NO.

GRIERSON is slightly surprised.   But they persevere.

                                     BERNIE
             What I'm doing, Dave, is developing the ultimate user-friendly,'
             interactive public guide to the gallery.

Punching buttons on the computer, he reveals wonderful maps of the gallery,
and when clicking on sections of the map, graphic explanations of each rooms
contents.

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Meanwhile.   Bean has spotted a fan on the other side of the room.    He moves

around the room, always facing straight to the wall. When he reaches the fan,
he switches it on: unfortunately it's a rotating fan - so to keep the wind on
his trousers, BEAN has to do a strange, rhythmic dancing movement, following
the arc of the fan.

                                       DAVID
           It's very good Bernie.

                                   BERNIE
           But the particular glory of the system... is that it can also work
           oh large screens in each individual room - so we can network the
           program to every room in the gallery.

                                     GRIERSON
             Not bad, eh?    What do you think, Doctor?   Ah.... Doctor Bean?

 BEAN turns, shocked to    have been observed. He looks down at his trousers
 and, HOORAY!, they're    dry at last. He's delighted, and moves back across
 the road towards them,    hands in pockets, in a big, confident, groin-
 thrusting, dry-trouser    boasting walk.

                                   GRIERSON
             Well, thanks for dropping by. Enjoy your stay with our Vice
             President and his family. They're simple people.-.but warm,
             yes, Doctor?

                                    BEAN
           I'm not actually... um...

                                   GRIERSON
             ... Settled in yet. I know. Plenty of time. Bernie, perhaps
             you'd like to take Dr. Bean on a tour of the gallery.

                                      BERNIE
           Absolutely.     This way, sir.

 BEAN displays his crotch proudly one last time before he and BERNIE exit.
 GRIERSON tries to fathom the strange man who just left.

                                     GRIERSON
           He's a genius, right?



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                                   DAVID
           Ah... He certainly has something, sir.

                                  GRIERSON
           Very pleased you've taken him in, David. At a time when no-one's
           job is safe, it really identifies you as a team player.

                                   DAVID
           Yes, although, I really..... thank you. Yes, it's great to have
           him with us. The whole family's very excited.

                                     GRIERSON
           Glad to hear it.     Tell poor Mr Larson to come through, will you?

                                      DAVID
           You're not going to ....

                                  GRIERSON
           Sack him? David, what else can I do? This business is not,
           repeat, not breaking even. And David ... notice anything this
           morning?

 DAVID frowns then sees.

                                    DAVID
              You've tinted your hair? It takes years off you, sir.

GRIERSON beams.


                                                      MIX THROUGH TO:

INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   RECEPTION AREA - DAY

End of the day.. ANNIE perks    up at the reception desk as DAVID, but
especially BEAN, approaches    from the gallery area. She has a pile of
tissues near-by and draws a    heart on one of them. She arranges it on the
counter-top where BEAN could    not fail to see it on his way to the exit.

                                      DAVID
           Goodnight Annie.

                                      ANNIE
           Night.

BEAN does not even notice her.    As DAVID heads for the exit, BEAN suddenly
sneezes.

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He reaches for ANNIE's love message and blows his nose on it. He drops the
tissue in a bin as he exits.

ANNIE sighs her disappointment.

                                                                        CUT TO:
EXT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   BY PARKING LOT - DAY

(About 5 p.m.) BEAN and DAVID head for the parking lot. On the way, BEAN's
interest is drawn to the MIME ARTIST we met before in his Clinton mask,
performing his heart out in front of the Dead Cars sculpture. BEAN lingers.

The MIME accosts a woman, pretending to brush dust from her clothes, comb
her hair etc. The MIME is a bit of a pain in the ass really. The woman
quickly moves on.

BEAN is intrigued. The MIME mimes climbing a ladder. BEAN goes up next to
him - and looks up. There's nothing there. He decides the MIME is a bit of
a tricky. This is confirmed when the MIME pretends he's locked behind a
pane of glass. BEAN simply pokes his finger through the imaginary glass
wall, and hits the MIME's nose.

                                 CUT TO: DAVID watching bemusedly some way off.

The MIME is however delighted someone is taking an interest at last.    He

 takes a handkerchief from BEAN's pocket, and gets BEAN to guess which hand
 the hanky's in. It's not in the left. Not in the right. BEAN isn't the
 slightest bit impressed - he just reaches round and takes the hank-y from
 where it's tucked into the MIME's trousers - and heads away. As he moves
 off, the MIME touches h' on the shoulder. BEAN turns and the MIME starts a
 mocking gun duel. He draws his guns. BEAN is pretty unimpressed.

 The MIME turns his back and walks the 10 paces to draw. 4 He turns ....

 But now BEAN decides to settles it once and for all. In a brilliant piece
 of big mime, he puts together the biggest gun ever seen outside an Arnold
 Schwarzenegger movie. He sets up a pedestal - opens a case ~ lifts out a
 hugely heavy gun - then the 7 bits that click on that gun. Then opens
 another case, and takes out the huge artillery shell to load it.

 The MIME is getting very frightened. Then BEAN pulls up an imaginary stool
 to sit behind his mega-Gatling Gun. The MIME begins to run away. BEAN
 twirls in his imaginary seat, and lines up his sights, following the
 terrified MIME.

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 Finally, in a BOOM that almost knocks BEAN out of his imaginary seat, he
 fires. 10 seconds delay, and the MIME falls in a very dramatic death, 50
 yards away.

BEAN is happy - and heads back to the parking lot where DAVID, arms folded,
leans against his car. DAVID gets into his car. BEAN opens the passenger
door and thumps it loudly into the side of the expensive car next-door (same
as this morning).

                                                                       CUT TO:

EXT.   SHOPPING MALL.   PARKING LOT - DAY

DAVID parks next to a beaten up convertible.

                                      DAVID

             Okay. I'll get some steaks. Alison loves steak ... Wine - good.
             Candy? No candy. Alison hates candy. We gotta do this right,
             Bean, or ... (looks at Bean) Just stay out of trouble, okay?

BEAN nods.   DAVID gets out and heads for the mall.   Nearby woman tramp (BAG
LADY) goes   through a trash can.

BEAN tries to control himself but weakens. He plays with all the buttons and
switches on the dashboard; windshield wipers, lights. Then he notices a
throbbing noise ... He gets out of the car to investigate.

BEAN swiftly locates the throbbing sound. The e-empty convertible has its
engine running. BEAN notices the keys in the ignition. How stupid of
someone. He turns off the engine and takes out the keys. There are several
people returning to their cars with groceries. BEAN offers the car keys to
them as if to say: "Are these yours?"

[The following should take place at quite a speed, real drama.]

Then suddenly, A ROBBER dashes towards BEAN from the direction ' of the Mall,
weaving in and out of parked cars, with a small white carrier bag, assumedly
full of money. He wears jeans, a black polo-neck and, much to BEAN's delight,

a PRESIDENT CLINTON face-mask.      As far as BEAN's concerned, this is his old
friend, the MIME.

ROBBER throws the bag of money on to the back seat of the convertible and gets
in - but he cant find the keys to start it. He frantically searches all his
pockets ...

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BEAN leans into shot.     He holds out the keys, grinning.

                                       ROBBER
             Gimme the keys!

BEAN runs away with them. Or doesn't! He is in mime mode - And runs on the
spot, getting faster and faster. The ROBBER approaches this obvious madman.
He is quite a tough, scary, and scared individual.

                                     ROBBER
             I said, give me the keys!

BEAN turns and holds out two hands, just like the MIME did to him. The
perplexed ROBBER picks one hand. Wrong one. He then.... pulls a gun and puts
it hard to MR BEAN in BEAN's face. Passers-by scream and fall to the ground,
the bag lady amongst them. Sudden harsh reality.

But not to BEAN. He simply takes the gun, and waves it in the ROBBER's face,
ticking him off for breaking the rules.

                                     ROBBER
             OKAY, OKAY - TAKE IT EASY!!!

BEAN gestures the ROBBER to turn around. He does, sure this sicko is going
simply to shoot him in the head. But instead BEAN puts his back to the
ROBBER's back, and starts to count

                                        BEAN
              1,2,3,4, 5, 6,7,8, 9,10

He turns and gestures to the ROBBER it's time to draw.       By this time a crowd
has gathered.

                                     ROBBER
             But I haven't got a f.....

                                        BEAN
             Ssssh!!!!

He points out a small child, watching from behind a trash can.


                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   SHOPPING MALL.    EXT.   COFFEE SHOP ~ DAY

DAVID is hurrying back to the parking lot, with a bag of groceries, and a big
bunch of red roses.. He stops dead in his tracks as he spots something ...

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ALISON and CHARLES are sitting up on stools, in the window of a coffee shop.
ALISON laughs at something that CHARLES says. Their body language suggests a
certain closeness. DAVID is saddened. He hurries away.

                                                                      CUT TO:
EXT.   SHOPPING MALL.   PARKING LOT ~ DAY

BEAN waves the gun at the ROBBER.

                                       ROBBER
             I haven't got a gun.

But BEAN is pushing him to draw.      Finally...

                                      ROBBER
                             Okay, okay, I'11 do it!

He draws. BEAN draws too. They fire. And BEAN really fires. To his
amazement. Onlookers scream. BEAN throws the gun away in startlement.

The ROBBER lunges for it ~ BEAN kicks it away, trying to help him avoid such a
dangerous implement.

The ROBBER lunges at BEAN who throws the keys away over his shoulder. The
ROBBER has to scrabble under a car for them- BEAN thinks of final joke - and
niftly swaps the ROBBER's bag, for one of the Old BAG LADY's bags. A few
dollar notes spill out of it.

When the ROBBER emerges with the keys, BEAN 's waiting to escort him to his
car. He opens the door - then spots a tourist hiding and puts his arm around
the ROBBER and gets him to take a photograph of them. BEAN removes the
ROBBER's mask as the picture is taken. Forgetting himself, the ROBBER smiles
for the camera.

The ROBBER, jolted back to reality by the sound of approaching Police car
sirens, jumps in the car and drives away. BEAN waves goodbye to the
convertible as a couple of Police cars screech up. COPS jump out.

DAVID approaches the scene with groceries and roses. What kind of hell has
BEAN caused now? But instead of trouble, he sees the passers-by are getting
to their feet, applauding BEAN and whistling! They crowd round the COPS
explaining what a hero BEAN has been.

BEAN hands over the gun to a COP. He doesn't really understand what all the
fuss is about. He notices the BAG

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LADY wandering away with her bags. Should he tell her that he has swapped one
of them for the ROBBER'S? No. He's getting too much attention to be bothered.
A COP comes up to BEAN. It is COP 1 from the airport scene.

                                        COP 1
                         Excuse me.    Mr. er ... Cabbage?

Sudden mutual recognition.

                                                                      CUT TO:

INT.   POLICE PRECINCT. INTERVIEW ROOM - NIGHT

Classic smoked filled room with street light cutting through half closed
Venetian blinds. Two or three DETECTIVES slouched in the shadows.

BRUTUS, the   huge    black detective from    earlier, sits opposite BEAN    at a table,
smoking. He    is    looking at a photo. A     close-up reveals it to be a    full length
one of BEAN   and    the ROBBER outside the    mall with the ROBBER's face    unmasked.
BRUTUS eyes   BEAN    for a while. BEAN is     terrified. BRUTUS taps the     photo.

                                         BRUTUS
              It's Eddie Guardino.     Go pick him up.

One of the DETECTIVES lazily leaves the room.          BRUTUS leans forward on his
elbows.

                                      BRUTUS
              Guardino fled the scene with 160 K, in a white plastic bag. We got
              the car. We got the bag. And we got 20 pairs of stinking
              pantyhose. (drags on his cigarette) Anything you wanna tell me?

BEAN looks at h4-m blankly.       BRUTUS holds up the photo.

                                      BRUTUS
              'Fraid I'm gonna have to keep this.

BEAN calmly takes the picture and tears it in half. He gives back the ROBBER
half and puts the other half, with himself on, into his pocket. BRUTUS glares
at him.

                                         BRUTUS
              Mr. Bean.     You lookin' to stay long in California?

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BEAN grins.    At last.     A question he can answer.     He nods, happily.

                                       MR. BEAN
              Oh, yes.

                                                                                 CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARYS' HOUSE.      KITCHEN - NIGHT

DAVID is talking to KEVIN. BEAN is there. In the background, Jennifer plays
with a computer game. DAVID is very animated.

                                         DAVID
              He was incredible.     This guy is fearless.     He has no fear.

                                      KEVIN
              That's one - way of looking at it.        You might also say this guy is
              brainless he has no brain'.

                                         DAVID
              Well, there is that ...

                                       KEVIN
                                    (TO BEAN )
              I'11 give you a chance... Know anything about computers?

                                        BEAN
             Ahm....


                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   THE LEARYS' HOUSE.   KEVIN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

KEVIN is playing an adventure game: `GOBLINS 2' [This game exists.] The
GOBLINS chuckle and make stupid noises that BEAN can imitate. A catchy piece
of music accompanies the game.

The computer monitor shows the inside of the WIZARD's house. KEVIN moves the
GOBLINS, and two little characters, FINGUS and WINKLE, around the room by
clicking on areas in the room with his mouse.

BEAN and KEVIN are both wearing pointed goblin hats made from newspaper.

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                                     KEVIN
             It's so embarrassing. All the guys I know are on Goblins 3 and
             I'm still stuck with the lousy Wizard in Goblins 2.

 BEAN is interested in the computer because he likes the cute little GOBLINS.
 He gets his delighted face right up to the screen. He sings along with the
 catchy tune. KEVIN is getting frustrated.

                                        KEVIN
             Come on, winkle.

 KEVIN clicks on a cuckoo clock in the WIZARD's room.       The cuckoo pops out
 holding a key in its beak.

                                        KEVIN
              It's gotta be here.     Something to get the key away from the
              stupid cuckoo.

 BEAN scans the monitor screen: he spots a little frog at the bottom of the
 scene. His eyes light up. He takes the mouse and rapidly and repeatedly
 clicks on the frog.

                                        BEAN
                       Click, click, click, click, click ...

 The frog croaks and jumps off a little round stone.       KEVIN gets excited.

                                        KEVIN
              How'd you do that!?     That was so obvious!!!

 BEAN grins and makes WINKLE pick up the stone. Then he clicks through to
 inside the wizard's house. He makes WINKLE throw the stone at the cuckoo
 which instantly drops the key from its beak.


                                     KEVIN
             Beanie, you are waaaaay Cool!

 KEVIN slaps BEAN on the back.      BEAN is delighted.   Close on monitor, showing
 The Goblin game-

                                                                         CUT TO:

 INT.   LIVING ROOM.    DAY

 Another game. JENNIFER'S Super Nintendo game on TV in the lounge area. It
 is a Gothic game where he-man types attack Vampires and bats with swords.

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DAVID is in the kitchen - setting out the roses in a vase.    The door opens -
enter ALISON. Some tension.

                                      DAVID
            Hi,

                                      ALISON
            Hi..... (PAUSE ) Roses.

                                    DAVID
            Yes. And    I have a wine for dinner
            that will kill you.

                                    ALISON
            Great. ( SHE SETTLES A LITTLE ) You said you'd ask Grierson about
            putting our guest somewhere else. Did you?

                                      DAVID
            Sort of half.....

                                      ALISON
            Meaning?

                                    DAVID
            I was sort of half way through the sentence in which I would have
            asked him when it suddenly seemed like a mistake.

                                    ALISON
            Honestly David, you're so spineless.

Pause. Jennifer looks around.   She can't help but hear.   Not a happy
experience.

                                      DAVID
            Roses.     Wine.

He is asking her for softness. Pause. At which moment BEAN enters wearing
pointy hat. He helps himself to a melon from a bowl. He grins and exits.
ALISON looks at DAVID sadly.

                                      ALISON
              But no real change.

Almost instantly, BEAN is back. He rummages through a drawer and takes out
some large elastic bands. And leaves.

                                    ALISON
            I really do need some time on my own. Away from here.

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                                     DAVID
             Look, Bean's history. I swear to you, he's packing as we speak.
             And you can't leave. ( HE PICKS UP THE BAMBI ) I've got Bambi.
             You never go anywhere without him. Please let's just talk.


                                     ALISON
             Okay. ( GHOST OF A SMILE ) Put Bambi down, and we'll talk.

He puts Bambi down on the side-table, on the flat surface of his CD player.
BEAN appears again behind her, now looking even madder. Pointy hat, large
pointy ears made from melon peel, held in place by the rubber band stretched
round his face ~ huge front teeth also cut from the melon. He grins
gleefully.

DAVID and ALISON just stare. BEAN is followed by KEVIN who wears the same ears
and teeth.

                                     DAVID
             Look, you guys, could you just give us a moment to ... Jennifer -
             could you turn that damn thing down.

It is quite loud. JENNIFER looks for the remote control. BEAN helpfully picks
up a remote control from the sofa and points it across the room.

                                     ALISON
             No, that's not for the TV. That's for the ...

Too late! BEAN punches a button and the lid of the CD
player launches the Bambi into the air.

DAVID sees it. In slow motion he dives dramatically and just misses it.         It
smashes on the floor.

BEAN raises his eyes heavenwards, shakes his head and tuts.        He thinks DAVID
is a real Butter Fingers.

JENNIFER, upset, has found the TV remote and unintentionally switches from the
Vampire game to a TV channel. It's very loud.

ALISON gives DAVID a tearful look, and shakes her head.

                                                                             CUT TO:

EXT.   THE LEARY HOUSE      NIGHT.

A taxi drives away.      Alison is in it.
                                                                             CUT TO:

INT.   HALLWAY- NIGHT.

JENNIFER and KEVIN are in their night clothes. They sit with David on the
stairs ~ still looking at the door-Alison left through.


                                           KEVIN
                I wish I    could use    that at school. "Hey, Teach, no hard
                feelings    ... It's    just things between us ain't what they used
                to be and    I need a    little space, ya know? So I'11 see you
                around in    a couple    of years, maybe".

                                    JENNIFER
             It's a kind of an interesting swap. Mom for the Man from Ga Ga.

She gets up and walks away.

                                     DAVID
             Jen - you don't wanna talk about it?

                                    JENNIFER
             It's you and Mom that need to talk.

                                        DAVID
             Sure.    You're right.

                                     KEVIN
             You know, Mr. Bean's okay. You're not gonna kick him out, are
             you, Dad?

                                      JENNIFER
                                  (FROM HER DOOR)
             Of course he is.

                                        KEVIN
             Are you?

                                        DAVID
              Yes, I am.    I must.


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INT.   HALL/BEAN'S ROOM.   DAY.


DAVID heads for Mr BEAN's room, and knocks cautiously on the door.

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                                         BEAN
                                      (o. o. v)
             Enter.

 DAVID enters - Camera follows as DAVID finds his way through BEAN's washing
 hanging from strings across the room. BEAN is sticking things in a picture
 album.

                                        DAVID
             Hi, am I disturbing you?

 BEAN gives him an affable smile. In a pause before he quite gathers himself
 to broach the difficult subject, DAVID asks a polite question.

                                        DAVID
             May I?

 BEAN acquiesces. He starts from the beginning, with pictures of him as a
 kid. Always standing on his own.

 Picture of BEAN with mop of frizzy hair, at 16.    DAVID smiles.   BEAN mimes
 stupid disco dancing.

 DAVID turns another page. It is a sequence      of pictures of BEAN at famous UK
 locations - Big Ben, Stonehenge, Buckingham     Palace, 10 Downing Street. They
 are .idiosyncratic because all taken by him     at arms length with his Polaroid
 - so he never quite makes it squarely into     shot.

 A whole page of Teddy. Then three pages of BEAN's mini with dates, on
 labels, going way back.

 Then a whole page of garden gnomes.

                                      DAVID
              None of your folks here - Family?

 BEAN starts to look for something in particular.      DAVID uses the pause to
 broach the awful subject.

                                      DAVID
              Look... the reason I came in here was to ... well... since you've
              been here twelve all...

 BEAN has    found what he was looking for. It is the picture of the family
 that he    took from the landing on his first night here. What's left of the
 Polaroid    of himself, from the mall, that he rescued from BRUTUS, is stuck
 next to    it. He's even written - 'Bean & Family' - he doesn't realise there's
 anything    sad about it. But DAVID is rather moved. Pause.

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                                      DAVID
              Well, that's er...great. Look, I just came in ... (no, he cant do
              it) ... to say good night. Okay?

BEAN nods.    DAVID smiles and goes to the door.

BE-AN waves good-bye a little rudely and gets back to the album. Even when we
feel sorry for him, he's a little rude. DAVID walks away, shaking his head.

                                       DAVID
              Spineless.
                                                                          CUT TO:

INT.   DAVID AND ALISON'S BEDROOM.

The first morning without ALISON.    "She's Gone" by Hall & Oats begins to play,
a song full of yearning.

DAVID feels the other side of the bed.    No-one there.

He walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower. Then walks back into the
bedroom - She's gone - I've got to learn how to face it " He takes a towel
from a cupboard and returns to the bathroom. He feels very alone.

He removes his pyjamas and gets into the steam-filled shower. - she's gone -
she's gone" - but the camera moves to reveal that he is not alone after all.
BEAN has, simply entered the shower, and is now happily soaping himself,
wearing ALISON's shower cap. manly screams from the both of them.

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INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   CANTEEN - DAY.

DAVID sitting down at table, with BEAN, who is tucking in happily ~ eating a
burger & bun with knife and fork. DAVID speaks after a longish pause.

                                      DAVID
              Bean can I ask you something?

BEAN nods.

                                      DAVID
              Do you think you can ever really know someone? Even if you've
              known them, well, almost all your life? What do you think?

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 BEAN thinks hard, then looks at his watch, makes his excuses and simple
 walks away.

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 INT.    GALLERY CORRIDOR.     DAY.

 BEAN at a pay phone.      He dials carefully-
                                                                         CUT TO:

 INT.    BEAN'S BED-SIT.     DAY

 10 am U.K.    time. (The following takes place in a matter of seconds) Close on
 the T.V. A    morning kids show blares out. A huge wardrobe stands four feet
 away from    a wall. There is a string tied to one of it's door handles,
 stretching    out of shot. The wardrobe seems to be leaning backwards at an
 angel. It     rocks slightly and creaks. (Feature its padlock).

 There is a folded ironing board balanced over a roll of hall carpet, see-saw
 fashion. One end of it is wedged under the wardrobe.

 BEAN's G.P.O. phone rings on the table and it's vibrations cause the bust of
 BEETHOVEN to fall over the edge of the table. It lands on the end of the
 ironing board. The Wardrobe groans as it is set off balance and falls
 against the wall with a heavy thump! and raising of dust. The string tied
 to its handle becomes taut.

CUT TO: the T.V. plug in its socket. This end of the string is tied to it.
The string tightens and the plug is yanked out of the socket.
The T.V. screen goes blank. Shot of TEDDY in the cardboard hotel'.

                                                                         CUT TO:


INT.    CANTEEN.   DAY.

BEAN returns, sits down and starts to eat again. David is still deep in
thought.

                                        DAVID

              Well, they say there's only one way to get over this sort of
              thing. Take it day by day. Keep working. Keep to your normal
              patterns. That's the only hope. So let's just ... take today
              shall we?

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BEAN nods.    He is not on David's emotional level here.

                                      DAVID
              I think the time has come from you to meet the grand Madame.
              She's all around you ... how do you fancy meeting her in the
              flesh?

 Sure enough, all around are posters, and the silhouette of Whistler's
 Mother. BEAN nods, though fairly distracted by the slice of gherkin he's
 found in his bun and now picks out with his fingers.

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INT.    THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   CORRIDOR - DAY.

BEAN and David en route to the painting.

                                      DAVID
              I usually only let her out for the big summer exhibition - but'
              let's see whether what they say about the healing power of great
              works of art is true, huh?

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 INT.    THE WHOLE GALLERY - DAY

 BEAN and DAVID do the rest of the journey, in quick cuts - along corridors -
 in an elevator. A sense of expectation and excitement. En route, they are
 joined by ELMER, the huge Security Guard.

 The three arrive outside a large oak door. ELMER ceremoniously unlocks the
 door, all the time glaring at BEAN - who swallows hard. A light turns green
 and a buzzer sounds.

 Then there is the door to the inner sanctum. ELMER stares at BEAN as he
 unlocks it. Another light turns green and another buzzer sounds.

                                      DAVID
              As you can see, security's pretty tight in this section.   Nobody
              gets past Elmer here. Isn't that right?

                                      ELMER
              Not in one piece anyway. I see Mrs Whistler as kind of ... like
              my own dear mother. I'd kill any man that tried to interfere with
              her. The Vice President here will vouch for that.

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                                      DAVID
              You've known me five years Elmer. When do you get to calling me
              David?

                                      ELMER
              Not my place, sir. It would only be a matter of time before I'm
              calling you Dave. Then where would we be? By next year, you're
              my Sweety-Pie" and I'm "Coochie-Coo". I'11 be back in 15.

He salutes, glares at BEAN and walks away.        BEAN and DAVID enters the room.
BEAN looks warily back at ELMER

                                      DAVID
              You think he's tough you should see the size of the hunk that
              works the night shift.

                                                                            CUT TO:

INT.    THE GRIERSON GALLERY.      THE WHISTLER ROOM - DAY.

The room is very dark, only tiny lights in the corner.

                                        DAVID
              Stay there.    Keep your eyes closed. One final lock, one final key.

DAVID unlocks double doors in a wall with a plastic key card. Buzz - click!
The camera holds on BEAN, his eyes tight shut. The lights go up on BEAN's
face, a magical golden glow.

                                          DAVID
              Right.   Open now.

Cut round - and there is this beautiful and very famous painting, lovingly
shot. Music. Atmosphere. Glory.

BEAN opens his eyes and looks at the painting.

                                          BEAN

              Mmmmm. Nice.

                                      DAVID
              I'11 leave you with her for a few minutes. I'm sure you'll want
              to give her a proper inspection. But whatever you do, don't leave
              the room. Megasecurity, okay? Catch you.

BEAN nods. DAVID leaves him.         BEAN is still for a while and then goes up and
inspects it closely.

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He tuts disapprovingly as he spots dust on the bottom of the frame. He blows
it away fussily. He steps back to admire the painting. There is dust up his
nose and... SNEEZE - all over the painting!

He takes out his handkerchief and wipes the spittle off in panic. Then looks
back at the painting. Unfortunately, there now seems to be a big blue mark
right across Mrs Whistler's face..

BEAN checks his handkerchief. Yes, there's wet ink all over it. He finds the
leaking pen in his pocket. 0 God. He takes out his shirt, spits on it and
tries to wipe the painting, but he can't make the shirt reach it. He takes
the painting down from the wall and has another go. NO GOOD! The ink just
spreads right over Whistler's Mother's pure white collar.

BEAN    now looks round in panic. What the hell can he do? He goes to the heavy
door    - and looks out into the corridor. He hears someone coming, hides and
sees    a young girl from the catering staff wheeling a slightly squeaky trolley
past,    covered with a white cloth.

He goes back in - and has an idea.        He goes to a little table in the corner
and begins to take thing off it.

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INT.     GALLERY.   UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - DAY.

The    door opens, and    BEAN emerges, pushing what appears to be a trolley covered
with    a white cloth.     Although, if you look carefully, this trolley actually
has    no legs. It is     the painting covered with the table cloth. To make it a
bit    more convincing,    BEAN makes an apt squeaky noise.

He proceeds along the thin corridor - and then sees another exactly similar
trolley coming right towards him.' A problem. As they get close, BEAN
suddenly pretends he sees something astonishing behind the on-coming man.

                                            BEAN
                                     (silently mouths)
                What the ... !!!

When    the   man turns, BEAN just twists his painting sideways and shoots past
him.     We   see the face of the deeply perplexed trolley-pusher when he looks
back    and   BEAN is no longer there. He turns round to BEAN, who turns back to
him    with   a totally blank and innocent look. BEAN sees an elevator and heads
for    it.

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INT.     THE GRIERSON GALLERY.     ELEVATOR - DAY

Inside the elevator, BEAN relaxes for a moment. He leans the painting against
the wall and presses the third floor button. The bell dings.

                           ELEVATOR VOICE
                Second floor.

BEAN manages to get the painting into trolley position before the doors open
to a group of six very fat middle aged people. They all wear large badges
declaring them to be members of a 'Diet Club'. They squeeze into the elevator
along both sides of BEAN's trolley. There is a very, very, THIN WOMAN behind
them who can't fit on.

                                      THIN WOMAN
                I guess I'll see you up there, guys.

The doors close. As the painting is wedged against the fat people's stomachs
on both sides, BEAN is able to let go of it and make a great show of checking
his watch. He nonchalantly, drums the fingers of both hands on the top of the
trolley'. The bell dings.

                               ELEVATOR VOICE
                Third floor.

The doors open. BEAN flips the painting onto its side and strolls out of the
elevator. The 'Diet Cub, members stare, after him.

BEAN heads on, squeaking - and at last sees what he's looking for.        A men's
room.

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INT.   GRIERSON GALLERY.    MEN'S ROOM - DAY

BEAN enters, relieved. It is small, just a little sink, a towel and a toilet.
About a yard wide - but the picture fits in.

BEAN starts to wash the painting very carefully and lo!! The ink starts to
come off. Massive relief. Then, alas, someone tries the handle of the door.
BEAN speeds up. A knock. He peers out the keyhole. There are now 4 people
waiting. BEAN is very worried.

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INT.-GRIERSON GALLERY.     OUTSIDE MEN'S ROOM - DAY

Pause. Then out comes BEAN, drying his empty hands, miming, "Sorry, Sorry.".
We see into the toilet. nothing there. No sign of the painting. BEAN turns
sharply left.

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EXT.   GRIERSON GALLERY - DAY

DAVID is talking to BERNIE in the grounds.       We can see the side of the whole
gallery in shot as they talk.

                                        BERNIE
             I was hoping DU.     Bean might take a look at my computer project
             today.

                                    DAVID
              Yes. I'11 mention it to him.       But ... he's kind of his own guy,
              you know?

                                     BERNIE
             Howls he getting on with the family?

                                         DAVID
             Ah. Fine.     It's good.   It's great.

 We will be slightly distracted by      the observation that Whistler's Mother,
 America's most valuable painting,      is at this moment balanced on a very thin
 ledge three floors up - where Bean      has put in, outside the Men's room
 window. A bird and then a couple       more birds perch on it.

                                        BERNIE
             And howls Alison?

                                     DAVID
             She's ... well, she's good.

                                     BERNIE
             Saw her at the movies the other night with that boss of hers.
             Nice guy. Good looking.

                                         DAVID
             Yes, isn't he.

                                        BERNIE

             It's great when people who work together can become real friends.

                                        DAVID
             Isn't it?

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                                     BERNIE
             I like to think that's what's happened with you and me ... even
             though you're kinda my boss. Still maybe it won't always be that
             way, huh?

DAVID doesn't quite see what BERNIE is getting at but smiles politely.

Now we see BEAN's plan -    he has emerged at a nearby window. He    can't reach
the painting at first.     So he stretches further and further out   the window.
No good. Finally he has     to go out on the ledge. He shoos away    the birds, who
then decide to settle on    him instead. Finally he gets a hand on    the painting.
As he does so, he loses    hold. He just manages to grabs a window    before he
falls.

                                     DAVID
             Look, I've left Bean on his own. Nice to chat though Bernie -
             always a subtle joy.

                                      BERNIE
             Thanks, David.   Always a pleasure.

Period.

BEAN is slowly managing to claw his way back towards the open window with the
painting. It is an extraordinary piece of acrobatics. DAVID turns to go.

                                        BERNIE
             By the way. Don't     know what you think, Mr Vice President, but
             I've been hinting    to the old man that someone's got to have the
             balls to take some    sort of emergency measures around here - or
             we're all in the
             crap house. What     do you think?


                                     DAVID
             'Emergency measures, in your book means sack people right?

                                    BERNIE
             Not necessarily. That's where this ... ( POINTS TO HIS BRAIN )
             comes in. No, I've had a better idea than sacking people. You'll
             hear soon enough.

BERNIE grins and walks away. Bean does one final swing, and ....

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INT.   GRIERSON GALLERY.   STOREROOM - DAY.

A small storeroom where Bean's wriggling bottom is just coming back through
the window. He has the picture and is safe.

He sets the picture down on a table.      Darn!   The birds have done their
business on it.

He maniacally rummages through various dusty cans and bottles on a shelf. He
chooses a can, too rusty to read its label, takes off the lid and sniffs.
This smells like the right sort of stuff. He pours the liquid on to a rag and
rubs it on the face of Mrs. Whistler. The solvent effortlessly removes the
ink stain. Whistler's Mother looks as good as new.

BEAN is so, so, relieved. But then he notices something else happening.      The
liquid did not stop with removing the stain. It is now busy removing
Whistler's Mother's face entirely. As Bean watches-in frozen horror,
America's most famous painting turns back to a blank canvas.

BEAN thinks for a second - and then has a desperate thought.     Removing the pen
that started all the trouble, he decides to try to draw back    on Whistler's
Mother's 'face. He doesn't have much time. It shows. Where       once was a
sublime oil painting, is now a biro line-drawing which looks    a little like
Danny de Vito.

Bean lifts it against the wall to check how it's worked. Unfortunately,
there's a nail there. The picture tears, Bean panics - it tears even more.
Total destruction.

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 INT.     GRIERSON GALLERY.   CORRIDOR - DAY.


BEAN Hurries down the corridor with his pseudo-trolley again, and a vaguely
mad look on his face. He spots ANNIE at a drinks machine. She smiles sweetly
(here comes her man) BEAN takes a sharp left into an adjacent corridor. ANNIE
is hurt.

                                       ANNIE
               True love can be very hard.

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INT.     THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   THE WRONG ROOM - DAY

Close on the double doors (identical to those of the Whistler Room) BEAN
enters with the Painting, under the

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cloth. He closes the doors and rests a moment to catch his breath.     He takes a
step into the room and freezes.

The    very fat 'Diet Club, people are seated at easels, paint brushes poised.
The    very THIN WOMAN is standing in the centre of the room in her underwear
with    a Greek urn perched on her shoulder. All eyes are on BEAN, who exits
very    quickly.

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INT.     INNER SANCTUM.   WHISTLER ROOM DAY.

BEAN gets back to the right rooms and closes the door desperately behind him.

He stands frozen for a second - and at that moment, a hand tries the door.

BEAN leaps at it and stops. the handle turning. Then there's a knock. BEAN
moves the big table in front of the door - he's barricading himself in.
There's a famous Rodin sculpture in there - he shoves it along to block, the
door as well. When he's succeeded, he leans hot and sweaty against it - and a
door on the other side of the room calmly opens and .... DAVID walks in.

                                     DAVID
             Seems to be a problem with the door.(PAUSE) Where's the picture
             gone?

                                       BEAN
             Ahm.....

                                       DAVID
             What?    What?

Pause.   Pause.    BEAN finally shows it.   Not a pretty sight.

                                       DAVID
             Oh Jesus. Oh God.     Oh Jesus God.   Oh Mary Mother of Jesus. Oh
             Jesus of Nazareth.

                                       BEAN
             oh dear.

                                       DAVID
             What happened?!!!

                                      BEAN
             Ahm.... (setting himself up for an interesting, comprehensive
             answer).

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                                     DAVID
             Don't bother (panicking) Oh my god.....

He rushes to the door he just came in - and locks it.

             Wait a minute - why am I worrying about this? I did it. I just go
             out and tell them what happened - you're a madman from England and
             you did this terrible thing and it's not my fault. That's right,
             isn't it?

BEAN nods, knowing he deserves his doom.

             Perfect - and then they say - who left him alone with the
             picture?" And I say - "me". And they say "you're fired". And I
             say ' right'. And so I get fired and you go to jail and no one's
             any happier.

BEAN shakes his head.

             And then they say, "firing David isn't enough - let's prosecute
             him for negligence. And they prosecute me and it turns out I was
             negligent and I go to jail, and my wife leaves me and my daughter
             becomes a prostitute and I end up on Death Row sharing a cell with
             Butch McDick, the infamous gay rapist - or worse, I end up in the
             same cell as you!

BEAN looks hurt.

             No, no...Now, let's just be calm let's think about this calmly.
             (he tries - and fails ... ) Oh Godigodigod! Okay, now wait.
             Let's have another look at it.

BEAN shows it to him.

             Jesus!!! I'm already thinking back to 5 minutes ago as paradise.
             5 minutes ago - just walking along, shooting the breeze with my
             old pal Bernie.

BEAN then he has a brilliant idea. He hangs the painting back up in the
security cupboard and closes the doors. Then he removes from his pocket a
small note book.

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He scribbles something on it, tears the page out, licks it and sticks it on
the cupboard door. It reads `OUT OF ORDER'.



                                      DAVID
             Brilliant.   Brilliant. Problem solved!

BEAN is delighted.

             Apart from the tiny drawback that the first person who opens the
             cupboard will say -"Look, someone's totally destroyed Whistler's
             Mother- let's kill them".

BEAN is less delighted.

              No - the most important thing is tbat no-one sees it.
              Ever again!

He locks the cupboard with his plastic card key-

               That's the first thing. Then ... that's the first thing....
               Next ... next is the next thing which is... obviously... ritual
               suicide. Look, let's get out of here. Try to act natural.

The let themselves out and go into the corridor- BEAN acting his version of
`natural' - very liquid.

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INT.   CORRIDOR.   DAY-

They bump straight into GRIERSON and ELMER.

                                     GRIERSON
             Ah, David.   Showing Dr. Bean our good lady?

                                      BEAN
             Actually I'm not a...

                                    DAVID
            That's right - Whistler's Mother. Looking at his mother - not his
            father - not interested in his father, Couldn't give a flying
            doughnut for his sisters or brothers - just his mother. Yes.


                                   GRIERSON
            Well, good - think I may go and look at her myself...


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                                     DAVID
            No!

                                   GRIERSON
            Er ... pray tell me why?

                                    ELMER
            Because they've just cut her into tiny pieces, sir.     That's why.

BEAN and DAVID die and go to hell until ELMER laughs at his own little joke.
GRIERSON laughs too.

                                    ELMER
            I better continue my rounds, sir..

He strolls away.

                                    DAVID
            The thing is, sir, I've just been giving the painting a very
            thorough inspection, with the help of Dr Bean here - and we feel
            the time's come for Whistler's Mum to have her first face-lift.

                                   GRIERSON
            Time taken its toll on the old girl, eh?

                                     DAVID
            Exactly.   She's in a surprisingly terrible state.    Isn't she,
            Bean?

                                     BEAN
            Oh yes.

                                    DAVID
            Whistler was a great painter, but he wasn't a great chooser of
            paints ....

BEAN hudders at the thought of his paint-choosing.

The colours are beginning to fade. However ~     if you give me just one little
year I can restore the picture to its original    glory, the way it looked when
Whistler's Mom first looked at it and said....    0 Actually I'm not sure you've
got the hair right, darling." By the way, your    hair is looking great today,
sir.

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                                    GRIERSON
            Thank you David.   However, flattery will get you nowhere.    Truth

             is, I have a rather different plan for Whistler's dear Mama.
             Bernie and I have been inspecting our books - and the long and
             short of it is, we cannot survive with our current losses, so ...

                                        DAVID
             ... you have to sack me.     I understand, sir.    I'll go quietly.     In
             fact I'll go right now.

                                    GRIERSON
             No. no, no, hold on ... We cant sustain our loses - so I've
             decided.. to sell Whistler's Mother.

DAVID lets out a little yelp.

                                    GRIERSON
             Brilliant, huh? I already have a prospective       buyer - the current
             Governor of California, no less, who is flies      in tomorrow to
             inspect her and clinch the deal. Spread the       news. I think
             decisive leadership has done the trick, don't      you?

                                       DAVID
             Yes, sir.   Yes, sir.   Congratulations. Marvellous thing.     Bravo.

 GRIERSON leaves.    DAVID turns to BEAN.

                                        DAVID
             Bean.   Do you drink?

BEAN shakes his head.

                                        DAVID
              Neither do I.

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INT.   BAR - NIGHT

It is very late and very gloomy. Just a couple of loners staring into their
drinks. The BARTENDER is up one end of the counter, smoking and reading the
sports pages. There is a T.V. on above the bar, showing baseball.

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BEAN and DAVID are sitting up at the bar. The latter has had far too much
whisky and looks the worse for it. BEAN has a tall glass packed with fruit
and paper umbrellas. We can guess how much he's had to drink by the way he
has difficulty finding the straw with his mouth. DAVID almost, but not quite,
slurs his words:

                                     DAVID
             It's just a matter of acceptance, isn't it ... lose your job -
             lose you wife ... C'est la vie. You ever been married, Bean?

He turns to BEAN who has the end of a straw up his nose.

                                        DAVID
             I guess not.

He fills his glass from a bottle.

            You know, I don't get it. The New Artist     exhibition-this year -
            people might not all have liked the dead    sheep, but ... the place
            didn't look that empty to me. It wasn't     full but I saw people. I
            just don't understand how the gallery can    be so bankrupt they have
            to sell the Whistler.

He looks at BEAN who now has peanuts in each nostril.
DAVID notices the BARTENDER looking at BEAN strangely ....

                                      DAVID
            He's English, okay?    You wanna make something of it?

BARTENDER goes back to reading. DAVID searches for his last train of thought,
taking a huge swig from his drink.

                                    DAVID
            ... To hell with the figures. I'm not a damn accountant. I'm an
            artist. You know, me and Ali met in art school? I cut quite a
            figure then. Far cry from the man you see before you now. Then,
            I smoked Gitanes before I went to bed, to help me sort out the
            problems of the world. Now, I take a spoonful of laxative before
            I go to bed to help me sort out the problem with my bowels.

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BEAN at that moment is keen to show DAVID his nut trick. He throws a peanut
high into the air - and catches it in his mouth. Then does two. Then does it
with his eyes closed. Actually, it's rather impressive.

                                    DAVID
             Truth is, I disappointed her. I turned out to have no spine.
             Spineless. A kind of medical miracle. Mr Flippy-Floppy. I
             just don't seem to be able to fight - cant stick up for myself.
             Too nice. I mean, I should never have let you come stay and I
             should be handing you over to the police right now. Shall I
             tell you something, Beanie ...

Bean has been interested all this, even looking to    check whether David does
indeed have no spine. But now the baseball on the     TV is making it hard for
him to concentrate on-this important confidence.     He raises a finger, for
DAVID to be quiet for a second. He blows a peanut     from his, nostril at the
T.V. - it hits the button, and changes station to    a pleasant quiet-music
station.

                                    DAVID
             Do you want to know what the reality of the situation is?

 BEAN nods his head, very curious, listening hard.

             This is it. Because you moved into my house, my wife has left
             me. She might have done it anyway - but you were the ten ton
             weight that broke the camel's spinal column.

BEAN stares at DAVID - something is getting in he's actually registering this.

             That's point one. And point two - is that you've destroyed
             Whistler's Mother, which was' the last hope for the place where
             I work. So within a week, I'm going to lose my job as well.

BEAN nods, seriously dispirited.

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                                     DAVID
             So, you've totally and utterly destroyed my life. Do you
             understand? You've put me in a position where it would have been
             better if I'd never been born.

He puts his hand on BEAN'S shoulder.     BEAN looks down.

Very sad. This is actually the first time in his life that he's realised that
his actions have really effected the life of another person. BEAN looks up
sadly. Sad music plays.

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INT.   LEARY HOUSE.   DAVID'S ROOM - NIGHT

DAVID is asleep in bed.     The camera moves out into the hall and into BEAN's
room.


INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.    BEAN'S ROOM- NIGHT.

BEAN is lying, fully dressed, in the darkness, on his back. Thinking.
Worried by what he's heard. Then suddenly an idea comes into his eyes.      The
music is like his brain He jumps off the bed.

There follows a version of the classic tooling up for action sequence. But
the 'tools' here are distinctly bizarre. BEAN picks up his suitcase, and in
quick cuts, rushes through the house and collects....

DAVID'S PLASTIC KEY CARD
A PAIR OF Y-FRONTS

A TORCH.
SOME OF KEVIN'S CHEWING GUM. 6 EGGS
A COOKING BASIN
A CUP
A LARGE PAINT BRUSH
A BOTTLE OF CLEAR NAIL VARNISH DAVID'S LARGE TIN OF LAXATIVE.     A HAIR DRIER
AN ACTION MAN DOLL
A POSTER OF THE GIRL AND HER BOTTOM WITH THE TENNIS BALL.

TWO OVEN GLOVES
A SKATEBOARD
AND 4 VOLUMES OF THE ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA.
Fully tooled, he snaps the suitcase shut.
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EXT.   GALLERY.   NIGHT.

The building is floodlit by ground spots.

BEAN arrives silently, with suitcase, on the skateboard. Soon his full plan
will be revealed. The Gallery is empty, apart from the one Security Guard,

BUCK, visible through the glass front of the building, drinking coffee,
watching his 12 security monitors. BEAN swallows at the sight of BUCK - he is
a massive gorilla of a man.

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INT.   GRIERSON GALLERY.    RECEPTION - NIGHT.

BUCK is casually watching his screens, when suddenly, horror of horror, the
huge silhouette of a person hanging .themselves from a tree outside appears,
the shadow of the limp body thrown across the floodlit gallery wall. BUCK
frantically rushes out. And BEAN subtly slips in.

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EXT.   GRIERSON GALLERY - NIGHT.

BUCK is looking for the body amongst the trees. He finds nothing. Because he
fails to notice the tiny ACTION MAN swinging gently in front of one of the
ground-level floodlights.

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INT.   GRIERSON GALLERY - NIGHT'.

Inside, BEAN is casually pouring the entire       contents of DAVID's large laxative
tin into BUCK's coffee. He also swaps two        keys on the board of keys by the
desk. He then takes the opportunity to put        the oven gloves on his feet, one
shaped like a pig, one like a crocodile, so       he can move silently.

BUCK returns. He sits down, and takes a long gulp of coffee. Pause. BEAN
watches. BUCK feels something uncomfortable in his stomach. He takes a key
from his rack of keys, and sets off and rounds a corner- On a monitor screen,
BEAN watches him break into a canter - as he passes through another monitor
BUCK is at full sprint. BEAN giggles.

BEAN is satisfied he'll be uninterrupted for a while. He goes to the key-
rack, borrows two keys, and sets off on his mission. The next 3 minutes of
film are a sequence of cuts between three scenarios:

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FIRST: BUCK - his next 10    minutes    are not happy ones. When he reaches the
toilet, the key he chose    does not    unlock it. He has to sprint back, grab all
the keys, and charge back    again to    the door. Then he has to try out every
single key. We never see     him find    the right one.

SECOND scenario - all the    activities of the night shown on the security
monitors. BUCK sprinting     desperately through shot - BEAN casually going about
his business and, on one    occasion, BUCK running right past BEAN, but not
seeing him - he has other    things on his mind.

THIRD scenario - we actually see BEAN's Big Plan.

He unlocks the merchandise shop. So he can see properly and have his hands
free, he puts the y-fronts on his head, and wedges the torch into them, like a
head-lamp. He then takes a poster of Whistler's Mother and replaces it with

the rolled-up Tennis Ball Girl. He unrolls the Whistler and places the 4
encyclopaedias on its corners to hold it down.

He separates the yokes from the eggs, mixes the whites with clear nail varnish
and varnishes the-poster with it. Dries it off with the hair drier.

,With the now stiff poster, he heads up elevators and escalators to get to the
Whistler Room itself, all the time chewing gum frantically. Once there, he
unlocks the final cupboard with David's plastic key, takes the Whistler down
and removes the destroyed Mother from its gilded frame, and its wooden support
frame. He uses the chewed gum to stick the new one down to the old frame.

He then puts the very convincing forgery back into the security cupboard and
relocks it with DAVID's key card.

The job is done.     He scrunches up the old, torn picture, pops it in a dustbin,
and heads off.

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EXT. STREET.    NIGHT-

BEAN zipping along on the skate board with his suitcase.

                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   GRIERSON GALLERY.      UTILITY ROOM - NIGHT.

BUCK, trouserless, is sitting, reading a newspaper next to a noisy washing
machine.

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INT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.      BEAN'S ROOM.    NIGHT.   KITCHEN - DAY

BEAN lies back in bed with quiet satisfaction.

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INT.   DAVID'S ROOM.      MORNING.

DAVID wakes with a violent start.

                                       DAVID
               0 my God. Tell it vas a dream.

 The door swings open.       It is Bean with a tray of coffee and toast.

                                            BEAN
               Morning.


                                       DAVID
               It wasn't a dream, was it. I have to go in to work and tell them
               Whistler's Mother now looks like Danny De Vito.

                                            BEAN

            Well, Ahm....

 He laughs cheerily.

                                         DAVID
            What?

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 INT.   DAVID'S CAR.

 Bean is still chuckling.

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 INT.   GALLERY.    CORRIDOR.

 Still highly amused, BEAN      guides DAVID in the direction of Whistler's Room.
 David takes out his key to      open the room - but the door swings open. DAVID
 is shocked. There stands       GRIERSON, looking straight at Whistler's Mum. In
 all its untorn, unsmudged,      undestroyed glory.

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                                   GRIERSON
            I think you're wrong, David. She looks as fine as she's ever
            looked. Worth every cent of the 10 million dollar-s.

                                         DAVID
            Ahm....

                                  GRIERSON
            Bravo. Let's put on a good show tomorrow, shall we?       Don't want
            anything to go wrong.

                                         DAVID
            Quite right, sir.

Grierson leaves.    David gets close to the painting and peers ....

                                         DAVID
            Wait a minute.

BEAN just puts his finger to his mouth...

                                         BEAN
            Ssshhhh.

He lets out a hug smile - he can solve the problems of the world, as well as
create them.


INT. THE LEARY HOUSE. HALL- SATURDAY

JENNIFER skips down t-he stairs, carrying a trendy duffel bag, just as DAVID
enters from the kitchen.

                                       JENNIFER
            Bye, Dad.

                                     DAVID
             Ah ... Jennifer, I need you to watch Kevin.    Jen?

But JENNIFER has already reached the front door ....

                                      JENNIFER
             Be serious, Dad.    It's Saturday.

She exits.

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EXT.   THE LEARY HOUSE - DAY

JENNIFER is heading down the path.    DAVID runs out of the house and catches up
with her.

                                     DAVID
             Jen, you have to help me here! I've got to go in to work, and
             with your mom away ... I really need you.

A powerful motorbike turns into the drive at speed and skids round to face the
opposite direction. JENNIFER runs over to it. The bike's rider turns off his
engine and removes his helmet. It is STINGO, the white Rasta from the
airport, with the hair extensions and the sixty rings in his nose.

                                      STINGO
                                    (to DAVID)
             You.

He hands JENNIFER a helmet.

                                      JENNIFER
             Don't worry, Dad.    I'll be home. Monday, after school.

BEAN and KEVIN arrive at DAVID's side to spectre.

                                     KEVIN
             Hey, En, nice bike'- but remember: any kids you have are gonna
             look just like its handsome driver.

                                     DAVID
                                  (angry now)
             Jennifer! This is not - repeat, not! how we do things in this
             family. I've told you never to get on one of those death traps!
             Please - talk to me. I promise to be reasonable.

JENNIFER has put on the helmet and is climbing onto the back of the bike.

                                    JENNIFER
             Great, Dad. You promised you'd get rid of him! (points at Bean)
             And as for: "how we do things in this family. We don't have a
             family till you get Mom back.

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She slaps STINGO on the shoulder.    STINGO kicks the starter lever.    Nothing.

Again.     Nothing ...


                                        JENNIFER
               Come on Sting!

                                        KEVIN
               Sting?!   Sounds like something you put on a rash.

STINGO is still kicking the starter.       DAVID is desperate.

                                       DAVID
               Don't just stand there, Bean - do something.

BEAN instantly takes on the hero's mantle and runs to the bike. DAVID is not
far behind him. STINGO is still trying to kick start it. BEAN takes out a
small screwdriver and twiddles with something on the engine.

The bike sparks into life and does a wheelie before speeding out of the drive
and down the road. BEAN stands, hands on hips, looking very-pleased with
himself indeed.

                                          DAVID
                To BEAN )    Right! Right! You get inside and look after Kevin!
                (not such    a good idea) Uh --- Right! Kevin. You get inside and
                look after    ... uh... (that would be a worse idea) Right! Get in
                the car!     Both of you. Jesus!

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INT.     THE GRIERSON GALLERY.    RECEPTION AREA - DAY

DAVID, BEAN and KEVIN at the reception desk.

                                         ANNIE
               So, Kevin.    How's it going?

                                         KEVIN
               Badly.    You wanna adopt me?

ANNIE smiles cutely at BEAN.       DAVID is still rattled.


                                          ANNIE
                Big day today, huh?
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                                          DAVID
                Uh ... yes ...

DAVID looks askance at BEAN.       BERNIE hurries up and takes DAVID to one side.

                                       BERNIE
                Great day. At last we can start getting out of debt and
                concentrating on the future.

                                       DAVID
                Yes, look, I wanted to talk to you about this.      I'm sure we
                haven't been doing as badly as all that.

                                         BERNIE

              You're an innocent and an optimist David - that's why I love
              you. (he hugs him and laughs). Jesus - what a terrible tie-
              Come on, the Governor's coming at 3. And before then I have a
              little surprise for you and the Boss.

 DAVID calls to ANNIE.

                                     DAVID
              Annie ... would you look after Kevin? And Kevin - you look after
              Bean.

He heads off with BERNIE.     Back at the counter.   BEAN, KEVIN & ANNIE.

                                     KEVIN
             My Dad told me all about you.

                                       ANNIE
             Did he now?

                                     KEVIN
              He says you've got a babe count of ten out of ten, and a brain
              cell count of about two and a half.

                                     ANNIE
              Yeah, I'll go with that. I'm kinda, like, dumb, intellectually.
              (to Bean) But I'm great in bed.

BEAN is unsettled by this.     He gives a shudder and heads for the gallery.

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                                     KEVIN
             Catch you later, babe.(goes after Bean) Come on, Beanie - there
             must be a computer here somewhere. I hate paintings. They don't
             do anything.

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INT.   GRIERSON'S OFFICE.    DAY.

BERNIE, DAVID and GRIERSON. BERNIE looks very confident at a computer
monitor. A painting is in fact 'doing' something, on the computer screen, as
the girls in a Toulouse-Lautrec painting actually dance the can-can.

                                      GRIERSON
             Well, congratulations.    Isn't that great, David?

                                       DAVID
             Certainly is.

                                     BERNIE
             We'll be able to start this afternoon. I'11 pipe the guide to
             every video screen in the gallery. Now, that'll impress the
             Governor.

                                   GRIERSON
             Well, bravo! What with you and Whistler's Ma - I think I've got a
             winning team.

DAVID slightly embarrassed not to be included in the winning team.      He looks

to the poster of Whistler's Mother behind GRIERSON's desk.

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INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   BERNIE'S ROOM - DAY

KEVIN and BEAN have found a computer,    also showing BERNIE's Gallery programme.
The monitor shows the interior of the    ground floor of the gallery. KEVIN
clicks, and up comes the same Toulouse    Lautrec picture. As KEVIN works the
mouse, BEAN hums the catchy tune from    'GOBLINS 21. It's play time again.

                                     KEVIN
              This is way cool, Beanie.

He clicks again, and a tiny talking Toulouse Lautrec starts to explain the
provenance of the painting.

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INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   THE WHISTLER ROOM. DAY

DAVID is overseeing things. There's a burgundy rope, keeping people a bit
away from the case in which Whistler's Mother is contained. ELMER brings in
two large flower displays. BERNIE enters.

                                     BERNIE
             Jesus! Hurry up you guys. Am I the only person round here who
             actually gets things done.

He exits. BERNIE is growing in confidence - and getting nastier by the
minute. DAVID pulls a face at ELMER.

                                     DAVID
             You arrange those flowers yourself?

                                      ELMER
             Sure did.

                                      DAVID
             They're pretty.   Learn it in the army?

                                     ELMER
             No - but when you've torn out a man's throat with your bare hands,
             you learn to appreciate the beautiful things in life.

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INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY - DAY

The final touches in the preparation for the big visit to up-tempo, "we're
getting ready" music.

1.    Gardeners gardening, window cleaners cleaning, polishers polishing etc.
And someone empties a dustbin, in the midst of which we glimpse something
which might be a scrunched up old Whistler painting.

2.    BERNIE watches as someone plugs in a plug - and a huge video screen in
the gallery flickers and starts up.

3.    ANNIE at her counter, reading a book called 'The Art of Conversational.
She shakes an imaginary hand and rehearses a keen conversation with an
imaginary V.I.P.

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4.    ELMER, in the men's room mirror, trims his hair around his peaked hat
with scissors. He has a row of war medals on his chest. He polishes them
proudly with his sleeve.

5.    GRIERSON watches through the front glass - a red carpet rolls itself out
from the gallery's main entrance to stop by the rear door of a black car.

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EXT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY - DAY

Close on the bottom    of the black cars rear door. It opens and a pair of legs,
wearing black shoes    and charcoal trousers, step out onto the red carpet. As
they walk purposely    up the carpet, the camera pans up their owner's body, to
reveal that this is    BERNIE. It's a rehearsal. He is met with a hand shake by
GRIERSON at the main    entrance.

                                    GRIERSON
             What a pleasure, Governor Reynolds. I'd like you to meet some of
             our staff here. (checks a prompt card).

                                     BERNIE
             And that's where you introduce me to the Governor.

                                      GRIERSON
             Right.    Got it.

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INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.     RECEPTION AREA - DAY

Gallery staff wait, all wearing name badges. GRIERSON leads BERNIE to the
reception counter. ANNIE steps out from behind it and shakes BERNIE's hand.

                                     ANNIE
             Good day, Governor Reynolds. I'm Annie ...

                                       BERNIE
             Curtsy.

                                     ANNIE
             Curtsy? Are you kidding? This is 1990s America.      Women don't
             curtsy, they run the damn country!

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                                      GRIERSON
           Alex, please!

                                       ANNIE
           That's Annie, sir.

GRIERSON takes BERNIE on to ELMER who is next in line.

                                    GRIERSON
             This is Elmer, our longest serving...

                                     BERNIE
             Hey. Let's junk the medals, Elmer. This is not a Veterans'
             reunion. We wanna make the Governor feel at home. Not remind him
             of piles of dead people wearing uniforms.

ELMER puts on a defiant face. DAVID shakes his head disapprovingly.        GRIERSON
moves BERNIE to meet DAVID. They

'Shake hands.

                                     DAVID
             David Leary. I'd like to echo my colleagues welcome to you and
             thank you for your patronage ...

BERNIE rudely cuts him off.

                                     BERNIE
             Okay, that'll do. The Governor's here in half an hour.       We have
             to be totally ready then. No excuses. Period!

                                    GRIERSON
             Thank you Bernie. Well done. Now, If you'll excuse - I have a
             little smartening up to do myself.

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INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.    BERNIE'S OFFICE - DAY

BEAN at the computer. He's actually quite enjoying himself now. In fact,
he's rather hogging the thing. This is, after all, an animated catalogue -
his area.

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                                     KEVIN
             I'm just gonna go see if Annie needs me for anything.      Truth is,
             she smells kinda nice. okay? (grins).

BEAN smiles and gives KEVIN a thumbs-up.       KEVIN returns the gesture and
exits..

Back to the computer, BEAN clicks on an icon which takes him to the ground
floor gallery. He clicks through various paintings and stops at the painting
of the woman, in the castle, wearing the chastity belt. BEAN clicks and
enlarges the painting to fill the screen.

He happily hums the catchy tune from 'GOBLINS 2' and homes in on the tiny
padlock on the chastity belt. Padlocks interest him. He clicks on the
keyhole rapidly (as we have seen him do with the frog in GOBLINS 2).

                                     MR. BEAN

             Click! click! click! click! click!

.Suddenly, to BEAN's surprise, the padlock starts to flash red...then the
whole screen starts to flash ... before going dramatically back to black ...
Now flashing in the .centre of the monitor is an icon of a tiny key. Beneath
it, a row of six dashes appears (e.g - - - - - - - ). A cursor is flashing
over the first dash.

BEAN is totally absorbed. He loves these kinds of puzzles. With one finger,
he slowly types out letters on the keyboard (he has to search for some of
them). As he does so, they appear over each dash in turn:

                                 G-O-B-L-I-N
A message pops up: "ACCESS DENIED" BEAN tries something 0 else.
                                 G-N-O-M-E-S
The message again: `ACCESS DENIED'. The room door suddenly opens! Making
BEAN jump! It's BERNIE. He cannot see the computer screen from the doorway.

                                       BERNIE
         How goes it, Bean?    Ready for the Governor?

BEAN smiles and nods nervously.       He knows he's probably up to something he
shouldn't be.




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                                    BERNIE
           We need you downstairs in ten minutes and not a second more.
           Period. Oh, And put this on.

BERNIE throws BEAN a name badge with 'Dr. Bean' on it. BEAN nods. BERNIE
exits. BEAN goes back to the code. He types in the first thing that comes
into his head:

                                      B-E-R-N-I-E

That damned message again: `ACCESS DENIED'.         Then, as though something is
dawning on him, he punches in:

                                      P-E-R-I-0-D

Up comes a message: "CODE ACCEPTED". Close on BEAN's face as light from the
computer plays on it- He reads it carefully and with interest. We cant quite
read his expression - but what he sees is a surprise and a puzzle. Long
meaningful pause as his eyes scan the screen.

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INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.      THE WHISTLER ROOM - DAY

BERNIE enters - DAVID is looking at Whistler's Mother, still puzzled.

                                        BERNIE
             David?   Lift off!

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INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.     RECEPTION AREA - DAY

The staff and various dignitaries are lined, looking out through the glass in
anticipation. Through the glass we see a couple of Police Motorcycle Escorts
pull up outside followed by a beautiful, old, classic Rolls Royce.

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EXT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY - DAY

The red carpet unrolls all the way to the Rolls, rear door. Close on the
bottom of the driver's door. It opens and out step a pair of legs, wearing
army boots and khaki trousers.

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The legs step sideways onto the carpet and approach us. Camera pans up to
show us that GOVERNOR REYNOLDS is dressed in his Veteran's uniform - chest of
medals and forage cap. He is a grand figure. In fact - he's exactly the same
grand figure Mr BEAN caused epic problems To on the plane over. He gives his
prized possession, the car, a little token polish with his sleeve before
heading on.

BRUTUS and his SIDE-KICK COP fall into step behind him.       They are the Police
presence today.

GRIERSON and BERNIE greet REYNOLDS at the entrance.

GRIERSON is wearing a striking brand new light blue silk suit.       BERNIE is
frowning - not happy about that uniform.

                                    GRIERSON
             what a pleasure, Governor. Welcome.

                                    REYNOLDS
             Hi, Grierson, forgive the war paint.       Going on To my regiment/s
             reunion after.

                                      GRIERSON
             Not at all, Governor.    Very striking.

 REYNOLDS takes in GRIERSON's suit.

                                      REYNOLDS
             Interesting suit.

                                       GRIERSON
                                      (Beaming)
             Why thank you sir.

                                      REYNOLDS
              off the peg?

                                   GRIERSON
                                (crestfallen )
                Yes it is ... may I introduce you To Bern ...

He gestures to BERNIE but REYNOLDS cuts in and hands BERNIE a set of car keys.

                                    REYNOLDS
                                  (To Bernie)
             Go park the old jalopy, will ya, son.

BERNIE's smile melts away. As they enter the gallery, BERNIE hopefully offers
the car keys to BRUTUS - who rewards him with a "don't be stupid" smile and
follows the Governor.

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BEAN (wearing "Dr Bean" name badge) comes into the corridor by the front door,
thus just missing REYNOLDS. BERNIE sees him and jumps on the chance to
delegate.

                                     BERNIE
             Bean - go park the Governor's car, will you.

 BEAN assents happily. BRUTUS spies BEAN over his shoulder and frowns - its
 that mad English guy again. BEAN gets to the door and sees the Governor's
 car. Yummy!

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INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   RECEPTION AREA - DAY

GRIERSON leads REYNOLDS to the reception counter, as BERNIE sneaks up to take
his position again. ELMER is in the background trying to look professional,
deferring to BRUTUS.

ANNIE steps out from behind the counter, curtsies and ,shakes REYNOLDS' hand.

                                     ANNIE
             Good day, Governor. I'm Annie.      You know, you're a lot taller
             than you were half an hour ago.

                                    REYNOLDS
             Well, that's great to hear at my age, Annie.      Thank you very much.

                                      ANNIE
             Governor Reynolds, does your wife, like, have to curtsy?      Or does
             she 0 have a decent job?

                                    REYNOLDS
             Er ... Mrs. Reynolds is doing just fine.      Just fine.

He spots KEVIN and winks at him.      KEVIN smiles back.
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EXT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   DAY.

BEAN has let himself into the car. It's one of the happiest moments of his
life, as he inspects the gleaming panel and sits back in the gorgeous leather
seat.

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He starts the car up - and heads up into the circular car park. He sweeps
dangerously round a few turns - but just manages to keep the car in tact.
Finally he reaches the top floor where there is one quite small space left.

BEAN is a good driver in a car that is, unfortunately, one foot wider than the
one he's used to.

He takes out the comb he always used to measure space with his Mini, and
measures the space. Yes. Seems large enough. He moves the car in. It isn't
large enough.

With a hideous scraping of metal against metal, the Rolls Royce squeezes in
between the two cars, losing its wing mirror and door handle in the process.
BEAN looks a tadge concerned.

                                                                                CUT TO:

INT.    THE GRIERSON GALLERY - DAY.

REYNOLDS has moved on to ELMER who salutes crisply.         REYNOLDS returns the
salute with pride.

                                     REYNOLDS
              Nice set of medals there Elmer.      Which beach they drop you on?
              Utah? Omaha?

                                       ELMER
              Couldn't tell you sir. I was so drugged up with the killing I
              didn't know where I was.

                                     REYNOLDS
              Well, congratulations soldier.
                                                                                CUT TO:

EXT.    PARKING LOT - DAY.

BEAN sitting in the wedged car. He tries       the door - but it won't open a
centimetre. He's totally stuck. He looks        up at a small window in the roof.
If only he could get that open. He pushes      various buttons, which set of
windscreen wipers, squirters, radios. He       pushes the cigarette lighter.
Finally, he pulls a lever - and the bonnet      pops up an inch.

At which moment we see the lighter shoot out, and on to the seat. BEAN is
still looking round below the dashboard, when he notices a little fire in the
seat beside him. Not good news.

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 BEAN panics a bit, turns and half      climbs over into    the back   seat, when he
 spies a drinks cabinet. He has a       very good idea -    he finds   a cut crystal
 decanter of brown liquid, opens it      and uses it to    douse the   fire. Not a
 wise move with brandy. Before the       cut, we see the    WHOOOSH!   of a major fire
 in the front seat of the car.

                                                                                CUT TO:

 INT.    THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   DAY.

GRIERSON leads REYNOLDS towards the main gallery. He points up to the video
screen they are passing, which shows the two of them walking along - as does
every screen in the gallery. REYNOLDS is impressed. He glances at DAVID in
passing.

                                        REYNOLDS

             Nice tie, fella.

DAVID grins to himself.

                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   PARKING LOT - DAY.

The front of the car isn't    what it was. There has been a big fire. It's out
now - three decanters lie    empty. BEAN is not happy. Finally, he decides to
go for brute strength. He     turns the car on again, puts it into reverse, and
puts his foot down on the    accelerator.

We see the car from above. Full throttle. Totally still. Totally still.
And then WHOOOOSH WHAM!!! It reverses at 100 mph straight backwards, smashing
violently into and destroying the back of the car behind _ as it happens,
Bernie's car.

                                                                  CUT TO


INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.    GROUND FLOOR - DAY

REYNOLDS stops to admire a small painting - a twelfth century 'Crucifixion of
Christ'.

                                    GRIERSON
             Ah, one of my favourites. It expresses a universal agony that the
             established Church so rarely acknowledges, don't you think?

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                                    REYNOLDS
             Jesus ... no one's got feet like for crying out loud. Have you
             got feet like that? Dammed if I have. Let's move it, shall we?

BERNIE spots a slightly concerned DAVID.

                                       BERNIE
             Everything okay, David?

                                        DAVID
             Yes. Ahm.      I was just wondering where my English house guest had
             got to.

                                     BERNIE
             He's just parking the Governor's car.

                                     DAVID
             Great - keep him out of trouble.

                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.   PARKING LOT - DAY.

BEAN is inspecting the car. He's not too happy with it. '.He tries to get
the bonnet down, but it insists on staying up. He shrugs his shoulders and
gets in to drive off again, having to wind down the window and drive by
leaning his head out. This means that as he heads for the exit, he fails to
see the system to stop people leaving without paying, a foot high barrier that
appears out of the ground. When he hits it, the car stops dead.

BEAN gets out,    leaving the car idling and goes to the booth where normally the
attendant would    be - but everyone is in the gallery at the moment. Inside he
pushes a couple    of buttons, and, hurrah, gets the one that drops the barrier.
Less hurrah, he    has forgotten to put on the hand brake.

As he moves    back towards the car, it glides slowly down the ramp on the
outside of    the building, then accelerates, and finally, on a particularly
sharp turn,    smashes through the wall, and flies off the building. We hear a
crash - but    do not see where it lands.

                                                                            CUT TO:

INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.    GROUND FLOOR - DAY

GOVERNOR REYNOLDS turns away from another picture.


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                                     REYNOLDS
              Can we go and see Mrs. Whistler now?      My eyes are making my feet
              sore, as my wife would say.

                                          DAVID
              Sure, Governor.   Please.     This way.

The party follows DAVID as he walks through the gallery, towards the double
doors, to take the lift to the Whistler Room. An excited atmosphere.

                                                                            CUT TO:

INT.   WHISTLER ROOM.    DAY.

Everyone enters.

                                      DAVID
              Ladies and gentlemen - most of you have seen Whistler's Mother
              before, can I ask you just to step back. Thank you.

It's part of his plan of caution - he knows there's something wrong - and
wants as few people as possible to .see the painting close up. The crowd
moves back.

                                      DAVID
              I'd like the Governor to have, as it were, a private audience with
              his new friend.

REYNOLDS is flattered. Silence. DAVID inserts the plastic card key - opens
the doors - and sure enough there in all its glory is Whistler's Mother'.
Respectful silence.

REYNOLDS is delighted.     He stands back to inspect her.

                                     REYNOLDS
              Well, hello Ma'am! Yes - she certainly looks a million dollars to
              me - or should I say ten million dollars!

Everyone applauds.

                                     GRIERSON
              Bravo - what do you say to a final glass of, though I say it

             myself, rather 'expensive' champagne. (grins smugly)

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People start to file out. REYNOLDS, GRIERSON, BERNIE and DAVID stay behind.
DAVID spots BEAN arriving. He hands the car keys back to BERNIE with a
slightly dazed smile. DAVID eagerly takes his arm and brings him over.

                                     DAVID
             Governor, I don't believe you've met Dr Bean, our expert from
             England.

They turn to each other - recognition from BEAN "it's the man from the plane".
He does a very quick hand-shake and tries to make a getaway before REYNOLDS
recognises him...

                                      BEAN
             Ah, hello, sorry, I ... Ahm... sorry ...

BEAN turns. In fatal slow motion he trips over the cord that stops anyone
getting too close to the great painting. He spins and falls in the direction
of the painting.

CUT TO: the looks of horror on all the faces.

CUT TO: BEAN, reaching out to keep himself standing. We think he's going to
tear the painting. He doesn't. He simply catches hold of the bottom of the
ornate frame. It ,,snaps off.

CUT TO: a look of relief for an instant on all faces.

CUT TO: the truth - as the frame breaks off, there is the little white strip,
saying, THE GRIERSON GALLERY, HOME OF WHISTLER'S MOTHER"-

CUT TO: a look of horror on all faces.

CUT TO: ELMER looking like someone has just murdered his own mother.

CUT TO: BRUTUS and SIDE-KICK glowering at BEAN.
                                                                       CUT TO:

INT.   GALLERY CORRIDOR.   DAY.

Governor REYNOLDS storming through the Gallery, with -BERNIE and GRIERSON
scampering after him.

                                    REYNOLDS
             You were going to sell the State of California a poster - for ten
             million dollars! Who the hell do you think you are, Shorty!?

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                                    GRIERSON
             Look, Governor - just wait - it's may not be as bad as it looks
             ....

                                                                       CUT TO:

INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.      WHISTLER ROOM - DAY.

DAVID and BEAN stand alone in silence, in front of the debris. BEAN is
absolutely destitute. DAVID stares at him. BEAN just lifts his hands.
Totally sad. What will, what can DAVID say to him? Finally, DAVID just puts
his hands on his shoulder.

                                        DAVID
             Nice try, kiddo.

BEAN cant quite believe he's forgiven. At which moment, there is a knock on
the door. ANNIE enters, holding KEVIN's hand.

                                      ANNIE
             David.   There's a call for you.    It's your wife.

                                    DAVID
             Great. Classic timing. Why don't you ask her just to leave a
             date for the divorce? I'll check my diary later.

Then he notices the worried expressions on ANNIE and KEVIN's faces.

                                      ANNIE
                       She's calling from the hospital ...

BEAN and DAVID both take this in.      DAVID turns and runs towards the reception
area. ANNIE calls after him.

                                        ANNIE
             She's on line three!

KEVIN grabs BEAN's hand and they both run after DAVID.      ANNIE watches BEAN go
and sighs.

                                        ANNIE
             Such... great buns.

                                                                          CUT TO:

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INT.   GALLERY ENTRANCE HALL.   DAY.

The party is in disarray. In the background, DAVID is on the phone at the
reception counter with KEVIN and BEAN. BRUTUS hovers, he suspects BEAN -
wants to question him.

                                    REYNOLDS
             I've known soldiers who've had their heads blown off who were more
             intelligent than you two. Not only have you failed to protect
             your most valuable possession from theft - but you didn't even
             know it'd been stolen! I'd sooner buy heroin from the guy who
             sells drugs outside my grandson's school than anything from you
             guys.

                                    GRIERSON
             I am sorry you feel that way.

                                    REYNOLDS
             And I'm sorry you look that way, short-ass.     That suit stinks and
             you obviously dye your hair.

GRIERSON is seriously shocked and offended.

             Now, bring my car round the front please - I've had enough of this
             crap!.

                                         BERNIE
             Certainly, sir.

He rushes off. Meanwhile, DAVID slams down the phone and he, BEAN and KEVIN
rush out of the building. ELMER, BRUTUS and SIDE-KICK give chase.

                                                                              CUT TO:

EXT.   GALLERY PARKING LOT.     DAY.

DAVID's car screeches out onto the street and tears away.

BRUTUS and SIDE-KICK arrive, flustered, at their car.        SIDE-KICK is
frantically searching for its keys.

                                         BRUTUS
             Come on man!     Move it!

A car passes by them slowly.      ELMER is driving.   He shouts from his window.

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                                          ELMER
             Hey, Cop, wanna ride?       Jeese, where do they get you guys?

The cops jump in his car while it is still moving.

                                                                              CUT TO:

EXT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY - DAY

REYNOLDS at the entrance.      BERNIE walks up sheepishly, holding up car keys.

                                     BERNIE
             There is one other tiny problem, sir.
                                                                              CUT TO:

EXT.   STREET.   DAY.

DAVID's car speeds by.      ELMER's car is not far behind it.
                                                                              CUT TO:

INT.   DAVID'S CAR - DAY

DAVID is driving fast.
                                          KEVIN
             Is Jenny gonna be okay?

                                     DAVID
             She was wearing a helmet. It could have been worse.

                                     KEVIN
             But is she gonna be okay?

                                          DAVID
                                       (snapping)

             How the hell should I know?

KEVIN is hurt.

             I'm sorry. What can I say - she's unconscious. And I mean -
             every night when we sleep, we're all unconscious, aren't we?
             She'll pull out of it. God though - why the hell do kids have to
             ride bikes?

DAVID slams on the brakes.     He nearly went through a red light.

                                                                              95

                                     DAVID
             Damn! She's a good kid. Sometimes good people get a break once
             in a while. (manages a smile)

A chauffeur driven, open top limo, pulls up next to DAVID's car. BEAN looks
out of his window to see the BAG LADY, from the mall robbery, sitting in the
back. She is still wearing her filthy clothes. She raises a glass of
champagne to BEAN and smiles.

BEAN waves back uncertainly.     He's sure he's seen her before - a vague memory.

CUT TO: ELMER's CAR is in the traffic queue about ten cars back. BRUTUS and
SIDE-KICK get out and start running down the line towards DAVID's car.

The lights are green. DAVID puts his foot down and the car screeches away
just as BRUTUS and SIDE-KICK are within inches it.

CUT TO: BRUTUS and SIDE-KICK turn on their heels and head back to ELMER's car.
They are very unfit.

They are just about to jump in the car when gun shots are heard from a near-by
gas station- BRUTUS turns and sees a .robbery in progress. A man with a gun
is about to run away. BRUTUS is torn, not knowing which quarry to pursue.

                                      BRUTUS

             Shiiiit!

                                       ELMER
             It's okay!    I'll tail 'em!

                                      BRUTUS
             You got it.

BRUTUS and SIDE-KICK draw their guns and run towards the gas station. In a
moment of confusion - a shot rings out. We think in the corner of our eye
that we see BRUTUS fall to the ground, as ELMER screeches away after DAVID's
car.

                                                                         CUT TO:

INT.   HOSPITAL.   RECEPTION - DAY

Much hustle and bustle. DAVID is getting directions from a nurse at the desk.
He beckons to KEVIN and BEAN and strides, purposely towards a corridor. They
hurry to catch him up, and Bean treat on the back of his shoe. DAVID turns
and shouts at him.

                                                                               96


                                      DAVID
           Just stay away from me!   D'you hear?

He takes KEVIN's hand and storms away round a corner. BEAN is taken aback not
knowing what to do or where to go. He is really feeling sorrow now. He's
shaken. All part of his slow coming to feel things properly.

                                                                       CUT TO:


INT.   HOSPITAL.   CORRIDOR - DAY

DAVID and KEVIN turns a corner - and stop, frozen. There, sitting alone, on a
bench, outside JENNIFER's room, is ALISON. She gets to her feet. Their eyes
meet.

                                                                       CUT TO:


EXT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY -DAY

A crowd outside the gallery, look off camera. The camera follows BERNIE's
gaze and takes in the modern car sculpture. Where there were two cars face
down in the earth, there are now three, the new addition being Governor's
pride and Joy. The three cars form a tall pyramid.

Close on REYNOLDS' face. GRIERSON approaches.

                                    REYNOLDS
               Don't even think of saying one word to me, or I'11 find a way
               of fitting all three of those cars right up your ass.

  GRIERSON nods - he's got the message.

                                                                       CUT TO:



INT.   HOSPITAL.   CORRIDOR. DAY

ALISON and DAVID are standing where they were before, three paces apart.
ALISON is upset, tired and drawn.

                                     ALISON
             They're not calling it a coma. The doctor says she's ... just
             kind of taking time out. (to Kevin) Hi, tough guy. (to David) It's
             a busy night. The doctor will be back in a while.

  A doctor passes

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                                     DAVID
             Excuse me.

                                    DOCTOR 1
             I'll be back in a minute.

                                           DAVID
              Okay, great.

 ALISON looks at him. We don't quite read the expression but somewhere under
 there we know she's thinking "yup, he's still ineffective."

                                     ALISON
              At least you didn't bring Mr Bean with you.

                                           DAVID
              Ah, well ....
                                                                             CUT TO:

INT.   HOSPITAL.     CORRIDOR - DAY

BEAN is looking for his friends.        A doctor sweeps by him.   A nurse behind.

                                           NURSE
              Doctor Jacobson?

                                      DOCTOR JACOBSON
             Yes?

                                     NURSE
             We need you urgently in C Theatre.

                                   DOCTOR JACOBSON
             Damn.     I was just going to Number 4 ....

                                           NURSE
             It is urgent, sir.

                            DOCTOR JACOBSON
             Okay.....

The doctor rushes away and drops his stethoscope as he .goes.         BEAN sees it,
picks it up and follows him he's trying to be useful.

                                                                             CUT TO:

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INT.   HOSPITAL.     RECEPTION - DAY

ELMER is at the busy reception desk and has been talking with a nurse.

                                     ELMER
             No, no, I didn't realise the situation.       I won't disturb them now.

ELMER is obviously moved to find out about JENNIFER. He moves towards the
exit ... He is surprised to see BUCK, the night-shift guard, dressed in
civvies, sitting with outpatients.

                                           ELMER
             Buck?

BUCK looks up, painfully, goes to say something, then dashes into a men's room
close-by. ELMER shakes his head and leaves.

                                                                             CUT TO:

INT.   HOSPITAL.   CORRIDOR - DAY.

BEAN still following DR JACOBSON, who goes through more swing doors and then
suddenly disappears. BEAN sees a big "4" above a door and goes in, holding
the Stethoscope. A nurse accosts him instantly. She reads his name badge.

                                       NURSE 2
             Doctor ... Bean?

BEAN is fed up trying to correct people with this misconception.

                                      BEAN
              Actually ... (huge sigh) ... Yes, yes, yes...

                                       NURSE 2
              Just in time, sir.     Allow me.

She immediately slips the white coat onto BEAN, and the gloves, and the mask.

INT.   HOSPITAL.   CORRIDOR - DAY

ALISON, DAVID and KEVIN are sitting on the bench opposite JENNIFER's room.
KEVIN picks up JENNIFER's SUPER NINTENDO console from the bench. DAVID
notices this. ALISON answers his look.

                                                                             99

                                    ALISON
           When the Police told me what had happened I ... it's stupid I know
           ... but I remembered all that stuff people do to get through to
           coma victims ...

                                     KEVIN
           Like playing them recordings of their dish washers and coffee
           grinders?

                                     ALISON
           That right.   So I went home and picked it up.

                                     DAVID
           Good thinking. (pause) You still call it 'home'.

ALISON looks at him seriously.


INT.   OPERATING THEATRE.   NIGHT.

Inside the operating theatre, a body is waiting in position. There are 3
attending nurses and an assistant doctor. They all look up to BEAN as he
enters, fully kitted up.

                                   ASSISTANT
             Good evening Doctor.. What we have here is a bullet wound in the
             lower thorax it seems to have ruptured the lung, and there's
             severe inner bleeding along the abdomen.

                                       NURSE 2
             He's coming round.

                                   ASSISTANT
             Give him a T 70, straight away.

The victim starts to move - he looks up - we see his face for the first time.
It is the police officer, BRUTUS. He is in great pain. As the sedative shot
goes in, BEAN takes off his mask, and smiles, with a little wave. A look of
total panic goes over BRUTU'S eyes, as he loses consciousness.

                                   ASSISTANT
              Shall I do the cut, sir?

BEAN nods - he's not going to argue with anyone. The assistant cuts. BEAN is
horrified, almost faints, then snatches the knife. He can't believe this
maniac has just cut through another personas flesh.

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                                   ASSISTANT
             I'm sorry. it's only MY first week.

BEAN hands the knife to the NURSE testily.

                                     NURSE
             I'm afraid we'll now have to wait for the X-rays, Doctor, or we'll
             never find the bullet. Come on everyone sort out the support
             systems.

EVERYONE turns to get on    with their particular jobs. BEAN is left with the
body. A pause. He gets      a little bored. Takes a sweet packet out of his
pocket. Only one sweet     left. he takes it out lovingly, and then does what he
always does - throws it    up into the air, to catch it in his mouth.

Unfortunately, he forgets that he is wearing a mask.     It hits the middle of
the mask and bounces into the cut in the body.

BEAN looks down annoyed. Checks round him - everyone's 'still busy. So he
puts his hand in the body, really rummages around, finds the sweet, takes it
out, and then realises he's in fact got the bullet between his fingers.
..Guiltily, he slips it back into the body, rummages a bit more, finds the
sweet, wipes it, & pops it in his mouth. At which second the X-ray arrives.

                                   ASSISTANT
              Here we go, doctor. ( STUDYING THE X-RAY ) the bullet is here -
              so we'll probably have to extend the cut to here. Think we all
              better be prepared for a long one here. This is tricky.

BEAN tuts scornfully - 'you're wrong 1, reaches in again, feels around for a
second, and triumphantly produces the bullet between his fingers.

They all applaud.

                                                                         CUT TO:

INT.   HOSPITAL.    CORRIDOR - DAY.

BEAN exits from the theatre - still in gown and mask, followed by the
assistant. The police SIDE-KICK is waiting.

                                   SIDE-KICK
             Any news on the chief?.

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                                    ASSISTANT
            There certainly is.    Dr Bean here just saved his life.

SIDE-KICK's eyes water. He's choked. BEAN shakes his hand nervously, and
heads on fast before he's found out. He turns the corner and suddenly sees
DAVID and ALISON, still seated. ALISON sees him.

                          ALISON
            0 my god.

                                    DAVID
             Sorry, honey - he just happened to tag along.

                                    ALISON
            Nothing ever really changes, does it, David?

She turns her head away: the bond of the moments before is gone.       BEAN looks
very contrite. At that moment, another doctor walks by.

                                      DAVID
            Excuse me.

                                   DOCTOR 2
            Yes, your doctor will be with you in a minute.    We have a lot to
            deal with here, sir.

ALISON looks round, and shakes her head. BEAN kicks DAVID in the shins.
DAVID looks round, puzzled. There is a poster of the human skeleton. BEAN
points to the spine. DAVID looks but cannot fathom a relevant meaning from
it.

Another doctor comes along - the same one who they spoke to first.       He's
young, confident slightly arrogant.

                                     ALISON
            Excuse me, doctor.

                                    DOCTOR
            Really Ma'am, we'll get to you in due course.

                                     ALISON
            Okay.

DAVID looks at the poster opposite again. Spine, ribcage, skull. Looks back
at Bean gesturing to it. This time the penny drops! Spine spineless!

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                                      DAVID
            Say that again, son.

                                     DOCTOR
            I beg your pardon?

                                    DAVID
            I said say that again, son - because the next time you do, I'll
            make sure you're in there with my daughter, but in a slightly less
            healthy state and she's in a coma with a broken arm right now.

                                       DOCTOR
               I'm er ... sorry if you've been waiting a long time.

                                       DAVID
               We have. In fact, we've been sitting here since the start of the
               Millennium and I'd really like some action from you before the end
               of the world.

A hint of a smile arrives on ALISON's lips. She's heard that somewhere before.

                                                DAVID
               So,    why not haul    your    ... (checks) nice little ass into this room
               and    explain to me    and    my wife why our precious daughter is going
               to    be absolutely    fine    because of all the fantastic intelligence
               and    attention you    are    going to give her case.

                                               DOCTOR
               Okay, sir.        Certainly.    Good.

DAVID turns to ALISON - she does a little tilt of her
Head `WOW'. And he turns to BEAN, who points to
himself,    and nods .... n Come on!

                                       DAVID
               Yes, and Bean, for God's sake, keep out of the goddamn way, will
               you?

 BEAN nods enthusiastically and backs off.

                                               ALISON
                 Smiling         Well, well.

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INT.     HOSPITAL.    JENNIFER'S ROOM - NIGHT

Close on an E.C.G. monitor, green lines on black screen. DAVID and ALISON sit
by JENNIFER's bed. JENNIFER is unconscious. She has her arm in a cast and a
small Band-Aid on her head. otherwise she seems undamaged.

KEVIN    is sitting on the end of the bed playing the SUPER NINTENDO game (the
Gothic    Vampire thing, with bats and he-men, we saw on JENNIFER'S TV earlier).
It is    plugged into a T.V. which sits on a trolley. It's quite a noisy game.
KEVIN    is immersed in it.

                                               ALISON
               Let's get a coffee.

                                             DAVID
               Yes.     Great.     Kevin, I'11 send Bean in to keep you company.

ALISON exits. David follows. BEAN enters.               He sees JENNIFER for the first
time. Sympathy shows in his eyes.

                                       KEVIN
               Help me with this. It's a scientific experiment. We're gonna
               wake up Sleeping Beauty here with the tortured screams of Vampire
               bats.

BEAN is determined to help. He sits down with KEVIN. The game continues.
The he-man jumps up and down, lashing out at bats with his sword. Lots of
noise, but JENNIFER sleeps on.

                                                                          CUT TO:

INT.   HOSPITAL.   CORRIDOR - NIGHT

By a drinks machine.    ALISON finishes drinking from a plastic cup.

                                       ALISON
             Disgusting.

She looks up at DAVID, who's looking at her.     Slowly she gets close and puts
her arms around him. She's a bit tearful.

                                     DAVID
             Everything's gonna be fine.

                                        ALISON
                                       (pause)
             About Charles...

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                                        DAVID
             shhh...

                                     ALISON
              It was nothing. We're not ... He just makes me laugh.      When was
              the last time we laughed? Any of us?

                                     DAVID
              I know... I know. I've been an arsehole of spectacular
              proportions. Olympic standard.

                                        KEVIN
              Dad...

 They look down to see KEVIN has arrived.

                                     KEVIN
              These guys just hijacked the T.V. Me and Bean were trying to ...

 A hospital PORTER passes, pushing the T.V. on a trolley.

                                HOSPITAL PORTER
              Sorry, folks. We're short on these and there's another kid down
              the hall that could use ...

                                     DAVID
              Wait a minute .... (about to get tough again)

                                        ALISON
              Please. It's okay.      Really. (to David) Wow - who put the fire
              in you, my' man?

                                                                          CUT TO:

INT.   HOSPITAL.   JENNIFER'S ROOM - NIGHT

JENNIFER is still asleep. BEAN is sitting on the end of her bed. He looks at
the SUPER NINTENDO console thinking, "How can I get this working again? How
can I help?" The only sound in the room is the beeping from the E.C.G.
machine, monitoring Jennifer's heart. BEAN has an idea.

He yanks off the jack plug at the end of the Super Nintendo lead.        Producing
his small screwdriver, he starts to unscrew the console casing.

                                                                            CUT TO:

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INT.   HOSPITAL.     CORRIDOR - NIGHT

DAVID, ALISON and KEVIN walk back towards the room.

                                     ALISON
             Maybe I ought to think about getting another job.

                                     DAVID
             Good idea - with a boss who's a really ugly son-of-a-bitch.

She and DAVID manage to share a smile. They're going to get through this.
Suddenly, we hear noise from the vampire game, coming from JENNIFER's room.
KEVIN registers this and is puzzled. Then ALISON and DAVID notice it.

                                         DAVID
             I thought you said....
                                                                            CUT TO:

INT.   HOSPITAL.     JENNIFER'S ROOM - DAY

The LEARYS appear in the open doorway.       Their expressions turn from curiosity
to horror.

BEAN has plugged the SUPER NINTENDO games system into the       back of JENNIFER's
E.C.G. monitor. A couple of bats are flapping about the        screen but the most
worrying thing here (shown in close-up) is the sight of a       he-man type, jumping
up and down, lashing out, with his sword, at the passing       pulse light, showing
Jennifer's faint vital signs ...

ALISON gasps.      DAVID slowly moves into the room.

                                     DAVID
             Now, Bean ... just put down that thing ... nice and slow ... you
             hear me? Come on now...

But BEAN is determined to keep going - it's his way of reviving Jennifer.
DAVID approaches the opposite side of the bed and gets ready to pounce ... CUT
TO: a close-up of the monitor. The he-man chases the pulse light ...

DAVID dives across the bed just as he man swipes the pulse light with his
sword. DAVID has landed on top of JENNIFER. The pulse light explodes and the
monitor screen whites-out. JENNIFER wakes up with a start.

                                                                                   106

                                        JENNIFER
             Dad!     Get off!?   What's happening here?!   Mom?

ALISON covers her mouth, tearful, but she can't hold it back.        She laughs.

DAVID and KEVIN stare at JENNIFER. They can't help but join in the laughter.
JENNIFER has no idea what's going on. BEAN is happy that everyone is happy.

                                     KEVIN
             I don't care what anyone says. Mr. Bean brought my sister back
             from the dead. He did it under laboratory conditions. My eyes do
             not lie!

ALISON grins at him.      Then at BEAN.

                                                        MIX THROUGH TO:

INT.   LEARY HOUSE.     KITCHEN.   NIGHT.

ALISON is fixing some coffee.       DAVID enters.

                                            DAVID
             Here, let me do that.

                                          ALISON
             No, I'm fine.

He just stands there.

             okay - you grind the beans, and


He moves towards her - his arms slip round her waist.

             ... put them in the .... ( but she can't concentrate I don't
             believe this. I'm being seduced by my own husband.

Pause. They are just about to kiss when BEAN enters.
He's a bit impatient.

                                      BEAN
             Ahm - excuse me ... ( POINTING TO HIS WATCH ) You know..

They jump apart.      The moment is gone.

                                          ALISON
             Oh yes.     Sorry.    Though I think these are ready.

                                                                                  107


ALISON takes out two single socks which have been neatly wrapped around a
couple of drinks mats and put in the toaster slots.

                                        ALISON
             There.     Is that how you like them?

BEAN beams at her.      He's impressed - and feels he's accepted.    He leaves.

                                          ALISON
             He's not too bad.       I can live with him.

                                     DAVID
             I'm afraid you don't know the half of it. Sit down.       I have a tale
             to tell. And not a happy one.

                                                                            CUT TO:

EXT.   THE LEARY'S KITCHEN.     NIGHT

Looking in front outside, we see Alison sit down. We see, ,but do not hear
David start to talk. Within seconds her hands go up to her face in horror.

                                                                            CUT TO:

INT.   GRIERSON'S OFFICE.     DAY.

With heavy hearts everyone is gathered to hear their fate. Pan across the
familiar faces. DAVID. BERNIE. ELMER. ANNIE. BEAN, looking nervous and
shifty. Dead silence as GRIERSON stands, very solemnly.

                                    GRIERSON
             Colleagues - what can I say? Incidents such as occurred yesterday
             teach a man important lessons. On reflection, I realise it would
             have been a sin to sell Whistler's Mother to such an impertinent
             philistine as Governor Reynolds. And therefore, I blame myself
             for having ever let things get to such a pass that we felt we had
             realise our the staff - twelve got today, I've Schimmel as to sell
             her. I suddenly problem here hasn't been it's been the leadership
             flabby, lazy- And so decided to appoint Bernie my new Vice-
             President.


CUT TO BERNIE, looking smug next to DAVID, who is pretty shocked by this.

                                                                                108

                                    GRIERSON
               He's a man with a plan who will haul us into profitability and
               the 21st century.

                                          BERNIE
               Thank you, sir.       Although, I'm afraid I don't quite see how we
               can ...

                                    GRIERSON
               Good point Bernie - precisely the kind of perceptive
               interjection I'd expect from my new V.P. How can we, you ask,
               survive without Whistler's Mother - our single greatest asset?
               Well, the truth is - we can't. So what am I saying? Will we
               find her again? Never - this robber was clearly the work of a
               criminal of great genius.

BEAN looks pleased - but then realises it's not a suitable emotion ~ so nods
sagely.

               Insurance? Not a chance. Those bastards never pay. So,
               surely we're bankrupt? Surely your jobs are forfeit? Surely
               you're back on the unemployment lines, scraping a living as
               waiters and boys? Yes. Yes indeed. Except for one little
               thing. one little thing done by one little man. Dare I say,
               one helluva little man. Watch this.

Everyone is totally at a     loss. GRIERSON stands and moves to the framed poster
of Whistler's Mother on     the wall. He then produces a plastic key card and
inserts it in a slot on     the side of the frame. A buzz and a click! An
electric motor starts to     whirrrr ...

The glass, along with the title strip at the bottom of the poster, slides
gently down inside the picture frame to reveal that the poster is in fact the
original oil of Whistler's Mother.

                                    GRIERSON
               Ladies and gentlemen. The REAL Whistler's Mother!

There are gasps from the room.     BEAN is open mouthed.

GRIERSON beams as many applaud and BEAN now joins in hyperactively.      He's
saved!

                              GRIERSON
                The best security in the world is no match for a master
                criminal. But no master criminal is a match for me. Thank
                you all. Now if you would please return to your posts, my new
                Vice President, Bernard Shimmel would like you all to see the
                computer program we had prepared for yesterday until we were
                so rudely interrupted by events.

The room is emptying.     DAVID and BEAN stand there, DAVID stunned.   GRIERSON
heads over.

                                    GRIERSON
             David, David, David ...

                                       DAVID
             I'm fired?    Because I let a... copy of a painting the get stolen?

                                    GRIERSON
               Of course not. I'm sacking you for neglectful conduct,
               relating to the heavy financial loss this gallery has incurred,
               through your recent lack of professional judgement. A loss I
               trust Bernie will be able to reverse.

                                       David
              But ....

                                    GRIERSON
               I will of course invite you an excellent reference - or Bernie
               will.

BERNIE looks across from the computer and smiles.      BEAN has his eyes on DAVID.
He is mortified by what's

happening.   GRIERSON notices but misinterprets his worried expression.


                                    GRIERSON
               Of course, Dr. Bean, we'll arrange alternative accommodation
               for you. I believe Bernie has a spare room with en suite
               bathroom.

DAVID glares at BERNIE.     BEAN is thinking 'No!   I don't want to stay with
horrible BERNIE.'

                                    GRIERSON
             How are you making out there?

                                                                                110

                                      BERNIE
             All fixed up, sir.   Stick around, Davey boy.   This is going to be
             quite a show.

He presses an intercom.    He's enjoying himself.

             Hi everyone - this is your new Vice President, Bernie Shistler.
             Would you please watch your video screens. You're in for a treat,
             guys.

                                                                         CUT TO:


INT.   VARIOUS ROOMS.   DAY.

All the staff in all the rooms, gallery, canteen, corridors, look up at
various screens. Cut round rooms during this flashy demonstration.

                                     BERNIE
                                      (V/0)
             Here you can see our new interactive gallery guide.    Every picture
             in the gallery will have its own story to tell.

A Van Gogh picture comes up on the giant video screens

....and then keeps changing, as BERNIE keeps talking.

             Just click , and here is a portrait of the painter - then his
             family then other paintings by him - then other pictures relevant
             to him in the gallery

 Everyone is delighted and impressed.

             And the beauty is, any idiot can use it. Dr Bean - would you like
             a try?

                                                                         CUT TO:

INT.   GRIERSON'S OFFICE - DAY.

BEAN swiftly obliges and sits at the computer.

                                     BERNIE
             Perhaps you'd like to bring up Whistler's Mother.

 But BEAN has another plan.    He begins to click boxes.

                                                                         CUT TO:

INT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY.   MAIN GALLERY - DAY.

The Millais painting we have seen before, with the padlock, comes up on the
video screen.

                                    BERNIE
                                     (V/0)
                 Ah, Our visiting professor has chosen the splendid Millais
                 painting - "His Mistress"

                                                                       CUT BACK:

INT.   GRIERSON'S OFFICE.     DAY.

BEAN busy on the computer.

                                     BERNIE
               Just click on the corner.

BEAN again disobeys ... He clicks on the padlock repeatedly - humming the
familiar 'Goblins' tune. BERNIE is looking very tense.

                                     BERNIE
               Right let me take over now...

BEAN turns and snarls at him - almost a bark ...

                                                                             CUT TO:
INT.   THE MAIN GALLERY - DAY

Everyone is glued to the screens.

                                     BERNIE
              You've had long enough on it now.       A joke's a joke.   That's it.
              Period!

On the computer screens, the screen has gone black, just as it did when Bean
was playing earlier, and the 6 dashes have appeared with the flashing cursor
over the first of them. All watch, intrigued by what they see.

                                                                             CUT TO:

INT.   GRIERSON'S OFFICE DAY

The blood drains from BERNIE's face.        Still humming happily, BEAN slowly types
in the letters:

                                     P-E-R-I-0-D

                                     BERNIE
             You can stop right there, Mr! Those are confidential ...

                                                                                 112


Words and figures fill the screen.        BEAN throws his hands up and sings a
verbal fanfare:

                                          BEAN
             Daaa!   Daaa!

GRIERSON moves to DAVID's side and the two stare at the screen, the meaning of
its contents dawning on them. Close up of the screen as their eyes find the
words: `NEW ARTIST EXHIBIT' in the middle of columns of words, figures and
dollar signs.

                                                                             CUT TO:
INT.   GRIERSON GALLERY.     ALL ROOMS.

The same figures are being flashed all over on the huge screens. People
watching and listening in awe. ANNIE and ELMER stare at it angrily.

                                                                           CUT TO:
INT.   GRIERSON'S OFFICE ~ DAY

                                     BERNIE
             Excuse me, If I may just ...

                                    GRIERSON
                                    (calmly)
             Shut up, Schimmel. Exactly how long have you been siphoning
             gallery money into your own private accounts?

DAVID scrolls down the screen.

                                     DAVID
             Look at all this - publicity expenditure ... catering ... all
             completely fictional ... back as far as June 93 ...

                                     BERNIE
             I don't think you really understand what you're looking at ...

                                     GRIERSON
             Horse shit.   You're dead, grease-ball.   Period.

He pushes a button, that sends a picture of what's happening in his office
throughout the Gallery.

             My friends, good news. Mr Schimmel is not only no longer Vice-
             President. He actually no longer works here.

                                     BERNIE
              But wait a minute - you can't let some moron from England turn
              you against me. I deny any knowledge of this. He probably
              typed in all this stuff himself. Don't you find it all a bit
              suspicious that it's here at his fingertips. (pointing at Bean)
              There's your criminal, gentlemen. There's the Limey that set me
              up!

Pause. All eyes turn to BEAN.     CUT TO people watching the big screens
everywhere.

                                      GRIERSON
              Dr. Bean.    Have you got anything to say to that?

 BEAN looks long and hard at BERNIE.

                                      BEAN
              Yes- (PAUSE) It's exceedingly rude to point.

And punches BERNIE sharply in the nose.    Everyone in the gallery bursts into
applause.

                                                                           CUT TO:

EXT.   THE GRIERSON GALLERY - DAY.

Half an hour later. Police cars draw up.      BERNIE is shoved in the back seat
of one. GRIERSON, BEAN & DAVID watch.

                                    GRIERSON
                               (to uniformed cop)
              I don't know what your methods are these days, Officer, but I'd

             also ask him a few questions about the destruction of the
             Whistler copy.

BEAN nods his head firmly.    The car pulls away.     Then breaks and reverses.
The SIDE-KICK gets out.

                                     SIDE~KICK
            Oh, yeah - I forgot.

SIDE-KICK opens the back of the car.    He takes out a huge bunch of flowers.

             The chief said I was to give you these.

BEAN is delighted. Then sniffs the flowers.      What a nasty stink.    Not his
sort of thing at all.

                                                                                  114


SIDE-KICK drives AWAY.   GRIERSON turns to DAVID.

                                   GRIERSON
            I owe you a very serious apology, young man. It wouldn't surprise
            me if you wanted to leave us after this. I sincerely hope that
            you do not.

                                    DAVID
            VERY ACCOMMODATING Well, no, sir, I'm sure ...

He looks sideways to Bean, who is frantically pointing to his spine.       DAVID
gets the message, and changes his tune..

            Let me think about that, Thomas.     We'd have to talk quite a salary
            hike.

                                     GRIERSON
            Of course.

                                       DAVID
            And a car.

                                     GRIERSON
            Mmmmm...


                                       DAVID
            Maybe two cars.

                                     GRIERSON
            A car sounds sensible.

                                    DAVID
            And I need Fridays off, to spend more time with my family.
            Speaking of which - if you'll excuse me .... I've got a lot of
            time to make up.

DAVID heads off. BEAN wants to follow, but needs to get rid of the stinky
flowers. He turns to ANNIE and gives them to her to be rid of them. She
beams with delight: after all, he DID love her.

BEAN heads off with DAVID to the parking lot.       As they go, DAVID puts an arm

round BEAN.

Who shoos him away instantly.           No sloppiness for him.

                                                                                CUT TO:


                                                                                      115

EXT.   THE LEARY HOUSE.          HALL - DAY.

The LEARY family in a group.           JENNIFER's arm in a sling.

                                       ALISON
                well, it's been... unusual. But thank you.

She goes to kiss BEAN - but he just sticks out his hand, and shakes it firmly.
Then moves on to JENNIFER.

                                            JENNIFER
                Good-bye Mr Bean.        Sorry I screamed that first time.

 He shakes her broken arm firmly ... and she screams again.

                                             DAVID
                Come on          hurry or we'll be late.

                                                                                CUT TO:

EXT.   LEARY HOUSE.       DAY.

BEAN, KEVIN    & DAVID    get into the car. It pulls away, as they drive off, BEAN
sticks his    hand of    the window - and waves a last farewell to ALISON and
JENNIFER.     At last    a sentimental moment - romantic music swelling - like Liza
Minelli at    the end    of "Cabaret".

Until the waving hand viciously cracks against the wooden front gate as the
car squeezes past.

                                                           MIX THROUGH TO:

INT.   AMERICAN AIRPORT.          DEPARTURE AREA - DAY

The three 30 year old women, dressed in curly red wigs from the musical,
'Annie', hug and kiss their little BALD MAN and send him off through the
gates. They shriek and wave him good-bye. DAVID, KEVIN and BEAN are there.

                                       DAVID
               ... Oh, and Grierson phoned Lord Walton at the National. Said
               good things about you. So expect a great reception back home,
               huh?

BEAN delighted. Promotion is in his sights. He studies his watch.              He's
being polite but held really like to get going.

                                                                                      116

                                       KEVIN
               Good-bye Beanie. It's Bean .... surreal.          And don't forget you're
               welcome to come back anytime ...

   DAVID delivers a sharp nudge to his ribs.

                                      KEVIN
              ... in the distant future.

                                      DAVID
              Bye, Bean. Thanks for everything. And take care, huh?      I know
              it's insane, but I'm going to miss you.

BEAN    nods abruptly, picks up his case, checks his watch and goes. He doesn't
look    back. Kevin and David turn and walk away. DAVID does stop to look back
over    his shoulder at BEAN, heading off in the distance. But BEAN doesn't
turn,    so DAVID walks on.

Then there is suddenly a tap on his shoulder. It's BEAN, ,as though he's
magically jumped there. He gives DAVID a big bear hug, a big grin, and then a
little wave - and heads away. In the distance, he treads on the back of ,some
one's shoe.

                                                       MIX THROUGH TO:

EXT.    THE NATIONAL GALLERY.   LONDON - DAY

Shot from high up. BEAN's lime green mini approaches, coming around Trafalgar
Square, and drives up onto the pavement, in front of the gallery. It stops
and BEAN gets out. He looks up at the building, pleased to be back.

                                                                           CUT TO:

EXT.    THE NATIONAL GALLERY - DAY

BEAN pauses outside the revolving doors to clip his staff identity badge onto
his top pocket. He enters in high spirits.

                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.    THE NATIONAL GALLERY - DAY

BEAN enters the reception hall. It is totally deserted.
He frowns, and heads on, puzzled..

                                                                                  117

                                                                           CUT TO:

INT.    NATIONAL GALLERY.   GALLERY 1    DAY

The place    is totally empty except for a CLEANER sweeping up litter in the
middle of    the room. There are faded rectangles on the walls where all the
paintings    should be. Only one very solid looking statue remains. BEAN is
thoroughly    perplexed

                                        CLEANER
              They've moved, guy.


BEAN is utterly perplexed. He looks round the corner into another empty
gallery, and shakes his head.

                                                                           CUT TO:

EXT.   THE NATIONAL GALLERY - DAY

BEAN looks up at the building and gives a disgusted grunt ,before getting into
his car and drives off around Trafalgar Square. His brow is deeply furrowed.
What will he do now with his life?

                                                                         CUT TO:
INT.   THE NATIONAL GALLERY ~ DAY

The empty gallery BEAN just inspected. Then, from out behind the one
remaining statue, emerges MISS HUTCHINSON. Then, from behind a pillar, LORD
WALTON.

                          LORD WALTON
               Is he gone?

                          MISS HUTCHINSON
               Yes, my lord.

                           LORD WALTON
               Tell the others.

                           MISS HUTCHINSON
               Very well, my lord.

                                                                         CUT TO:


INT.   PITCH DARK ROOM.       DAY.

Pitch dark. A door opens and the light from the corridor falls on the 150
gallery employees squashed into this one tiny room. It's the gent's loo.

                                                                              118

MISS HUTCHINSON's head pops in.

                                  MISS HUTCHINSON
                   He's gone.

Massive cheer, bowlers in the air, massive music.     Roll credits.

                                                                         CUT TO:

EXT.   BEAN'S HOUSE        DAY.

Behind the credits, we see close-ups of BEAN hammering away at large planks of
wood on some wooden structure.

He walks    away from it - without us seeing what it is
and goes    to his Mini, where TEDDY sits on a pile of books in the front seat,
wearing a    seat belt. Bean gets into the car, which is laden with suitcases,
starts it    up and drives ....

.... straight into the huge crate he has built.     A rope tied to the back
bumper pulls the lid closed behind him.

                                                                         CUT TO:

EXT.   MOTORWAY.    DAY.

The crate sits on the back of a speeding truck.
                                                                       CUT TO:

EXT.   AIRPORT.   DAY.

The crate is now on the top of a forklift truck moving up the ramp on an
American airline cargo plane. Close up on a large sticker on the crate: it
reads: "DAVID LEARY, 23 WOODFORD AVENUE, CHESTERFIELD, CALIFORNIA. HANDLE
WITH CARE.


And cut to the plane flying through clear skies.   Though, for the Lear's of
course there are no clear skies ahead.


THE END