Bean

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. CUT TO: CREDIT.POLYGRAM & WORKING TITLE PRESENT. CUT TO: 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. CUT TO: 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 ata 'NO PARKING' sign he passes. The street is totally car-free except for avery visible lime green mini. A policeman strolls by and glances down at apair of legs sticking out from under it, next to a toolbox. He moves on,satisfied that someone is mending their car. BEAN approaches the carand whips out the fake legs he left there. He then unlocks the big padlockthat secures the car door, pops the fake legs inside, fiddles with somethingelse in the back seat, and drives away at a frightening speed with a smug lookon his face.