INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARDROOM - DAY
A very grand room, with lots of wood and some very famous portraits round the
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.
CREDIT. POLYGRAM & WORKING TITLE PRESENT.
INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARD ROOM - DAY
The scene is as silent and static as we left it Last... then:
I suppose we could just sack him.
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARDROOM - DAY
Look, I don't hate the man but ...
I know, Gareth. It's the mental strain he inflicts on us all.
How is Professor Bradbury
A grand gentleman, MR MORRISON, pipes up.
Heels got the feeling back in his fingers - but his hands are
still stapled together.
Mmmm, and how far are we with the computer, 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 ....
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.
(not looking up from his book)
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
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
... 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.
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.
INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARDROOM - DAY
Maybe it would be simpler to pack all our paintings onto trucks
and move the entire National Gallery somewhere else. And not tell
Seconded. We could all move to France.
All those in favour.
They all raise their hands wildly.
Come on - settle down everyone.
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.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Why can't we just give him the boot for crying out loud?!
Steady on, old man. I only ...
Not you, you idiot.
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
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
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.
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.
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
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!,
What would we do without you! The entire inventory of British Art
stored in that one, curious brain of yours.
INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARDROOM - DAY
Then we are agreed, gentlemen. He goes.
Only if we're positive that the new catalogue database will render
Mr. Bean's hitherto 'talents' obsolete.
There's no question.
Very well. Mr Bean is.... art history. We can all stop taking
A reserved smatter of laughter, from relief more than anything. LORD W. talks
into an intercom on the table.
Miss Hutchinson, would you send Mr. Bean up to the boardroom,
Yes sir. oh, and Lord Walton, the Grierson Gallery called again.
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.
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?
Could you speak up please. I didn't catch the question.
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.
Thank you, Bean. You're a genius.
BEAN laughs - delighted. SUIT MAN exits and MISS HUTCHINSON enters, warily.
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.
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.
What's happening here?
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 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
INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARDROOM - DAY
You have your voting slips, gentlemen. Please remember the
Americans are looking for something quite high powered. A
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
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.
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.
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.
Mr. Bean. Wonderful news. You are going to America.
Ooooh, how lovely.
There is a knock at the door. The fat, bespectacled,
PROGRAMMER puts his head round it.
Ah, Timothy. You're sacked.
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
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
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
MIX THROUGH TO:
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.
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.
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.
Sounds like a real coup, sir... getting this Doctor of ...
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.
So ... I'm wondering if one of you would have this guy stay in your
home instead of some expensive hotel.
Love to, sir, but no can do. No spare room. Period.
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 ...
I thought perhaps as Vice-President, and in view of the unfortunate
attendance's for the summer show this year... the MASSIVE financial
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.
Tomorrow. You have a problem with that?
No. Perfect. Looking forward to it.
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
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
DAVID gets out of his car and approaches them.
Hi, Jennifer. How was school? (she doesn't break the kiss with
Brad) oh really? That's good, great. Fantastic. We'll talk some
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.
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.
Hi, Charles. (To Alison) Wow - late!
I had to do some last minute stuff.
My fault. We've got a heavy load on at present. How about you,
gallery going well?
Ahm, well, you know ~ that's a tough question - on one' level I
think it ....
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.
Kevin! You stop that right now!
Great kids. Good looking too.
You think so? Well I 'spose they're pretty, you know... okay,
Take after their mother, huh?
Ah ... absolutely.
DAVID is not very happy here.
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.
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
Jennifer can stay and look after Kevin
Sounds great. Excellent. Though-, Ahm... there's this guy who's
coming to work at the Gallery, from England...
And they asked me if we'd like to ... you know... put him up for a
There aren't hotels?
Yes, there are hotels. They just thought maybe it'd be nice for
him to stay with a real American family. Popcorn, waffles, all
And what did you say?
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.
Then I said 'yes'.
She puts Bambi carefully back on the table, gets up and moves to the kitchen.
Do we know anything about him?
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.
David - are you ever going to learn to say 'no'?
Yes. Yes. (pause) Sometime.
She shakes her head.
It's the last thing we need.
That's exactly what I said ... before I said - Great, it's a
He knows he's made a mess here. Enter KEVIN, their smart young son, strolling
Hiya Dad ~ I'll need you upstairs for homework in about ....
(checks watch) oh, 20 minutes.
And KEVIN exits.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
For all you know, he may be a very attractive young man.
Oh come on - the guy's going to be a creep. All Englishmen are
What makes you say that?
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.
Richard Burton was very good-looking.
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
Bed sounds good though. Bed sounds great.
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.
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
Who do you think is the ugliest guy who ever lived.
Well, Michael Bolton's pretty grisly.
I vote for Bart.
Shut up, 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
You know the thing I hate most about children?
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.
Police! Stop or we shoot!
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
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.
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
Mr. Bean. Are you presently on any kind of medication at all?
BEAN thinks deeply for a moment then shakes his head.
You could certainly use some.
INT. AMERICAN AIRPORT. ARRIVALS - NIGHT
ALISON, JENNIFER and KEVIN are slumped in seats near the barrier. DAVID walks
What did they say?
Well, they're kind of busy but it doesn't look like ...
Did you really ask?
I'm not sure I got the right person but they were a bit busy ...
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.
No, no. I'11 try again ...
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).
So. where do your parents live?
My parents are dead.
DAVID is pretty confident that he knows who killed them.
Yeah, so are mine.
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.
Just get him the hell out of here, will ya?
He slams the door and the taxi drives away.
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.
EXT. THE LEARY HOUSE - NIGHT
The taxi draws up outside the house. BEAN gets out with his case. The CAB
DRIVER is strangely friendly.
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.
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.
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.
EXT. THE LEARY HOUSE - NIGHT
Shot from across the street, with all the house lights flashing off and on
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.
EXT. THE LEARY HOUSE - NIGHT
The garage doors are swinging open and closed rhythmically.
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.
It isn't working any more, David.
I know - I'11 take it in to George tomorrow'- he'll fix it.
HE SWITCHES IT OFF.
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
I need some time, David. A little time. It's not just you.
It's partly me.
But in general ... it's ... mostly me, right?
Pause. Single shot of Alison and David. She doesn't answer. He is
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
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.
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
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'.
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
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 ....
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 ...
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.
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.
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
INT. THE LEARY HOUSE. BATHROOM - NIGHT
BEAN turns on the basin's cold faucet. It gushes noisily.
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)..
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.
That poor guy, Bean ... He's probably still sitting at London
He finishes his teeth then runs the hot faucet. He exits to bedroom as BEAN
enters from hall with dirty socks.
INT. THE LEARY HOUSE. D & A'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
ALISON is still watching T.V. The volume is getting to DAVID.
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
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'.
INT. THE LEARY HOUSE. D & A'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Lights are out. DAVID and ALISON in bed. The latter is facing away.
I need to make a confession. I know you're awake. Please, it's
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.
There were three strawberries.
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.
Ali? What's wrong?
Your face smells like a foot.
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.
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
What is it? Jennifer!
... There's a man ... there's a man ... there's a man in my...
Honey, calm down now... it's okay...
There's a man. I woke up next to a man ...
It wouldn't be the first time.
Shut up, Kevin. (to Jennifer) Honey, you-re not making sense ...
It's okay. There's no one out here. Just open the door. Trust
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.
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:
He makes Prince Charles look kind of handsome.
He can't stay here, David.
Okay. It's not a problem... Let's just sit ... I'11 talk to the
David, I'm serious!
I know you are. Very serious ... most of the time these days.
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
BEAN enters, dressed, carrying a plastic carrier bag. He acknowledges the
family with a grunt and a smile.
Ah, Mr Bean ...
He moves to the phone, checks his watch and dials quickly.
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.
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
Now - can I help?
They just stare, dumb-founded.
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
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.
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.
Two dollars please.
Annie, it's me.
Oh, right, yeah. (to Bean) two dollars please.
No, Annie, no. This is Doctor Bean. He's going to be working with
BEAN frowns. That word 'doctor'.
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.
He doesn't like to say much does he?
Right first time.
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
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
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
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?
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.
Beautiful. 'HIS MISTRESS' by John Everett Millais, 1829 to 96.
BEAN shakes his head. It's the padlock he's interested in he points at it and
smiles. ANNIE walks up.
Excuse me. Mr Grierson called down. He's ready to see you
ANNIE walks off back the way she came, looking at BEAN approvingly over her
Better go. Grierson hates people being late.
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.
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.
BEAN stops dead in front of her - then turns sharp left into the men's
washroom. ANNIE's smile fades.
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
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
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.
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,
Come on! Let's go!
BEAN exits uneasily hunched to hide his wet patch. They enter the corridor,
and he spots a newspaper.
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
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.
Ah, David. Finally. (CHECKS HIS WATCH DELIBERATELY ) And this
must be our professor from across the sea.
Yes, this is Doctor Bean.
Actually I'm not .... er ...
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.
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
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.
Arthur Rackham. Originals of course. Got four of them. Check
this out ... Venus and the Cat, Aesop's Fables. Isn't that
He heads towards said illustration on adjacent wall - and BEAN and DAVID
follow, still totally glued together. A strange sight.
They're beautiful, sir.
Maybe. Hell of a price, I'11 tell you. Anyway - down to
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
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 ....
Ahm ... NO.
GRIERSON is slightly surprised. But they persevere.
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
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.
It's very good 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.
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.
Well, thanks for dropping by. Enjoy your stay with our Vice
President and his family. They're simple people.-.but warm,
I'm not actually... um...
... Settled in yet. I know. Plenty of time. Bernie, perhaps
you'd like to take Dr. Bean on a tour of the gallery.
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.
He's a genius, right?
Ah... He certainly has something, sir.
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.
Yes, although, I really..... thank you. Yes, it's great to have
him with us. The whole family's very excited.
Glad to hear it. Tell poor Mr Larson to come through, will you?
You're not going to ....
Sack him? David, what else can I do? This business is not,
repeat, not breaking even. And David ... notice anything this
DAVID frowns then sees.
You've tinted your hair? It takes years off you, sir.
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.
BEAN does not even notice her. As DAVID heads for the exit, BEAN suddenly
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.
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
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
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).
EXT. SHOPPING MALL. PARKING LOT - DAY
DAVID parks next to a beaten up convertible.
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
BEAN leans into shot. He holds out the keys, grinning.
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.
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.
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
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
But I haven't got a f.....
He points out a small child, watching from behind a trash can.
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 ...
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.
EXT. SHOPPING MALL. PARKING LOT ~ DAY
BEAN waves the gun at the ROBBER.
I haven't got a gun.
But BEAN is pushing him to draw. Finally...
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
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
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.
Excuse me. Mr. er ... Cabbage?
Sudden mutual recognition.
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.
It's Eddie Guardino. Go pick him up.
One of the DETECTIVES lazily leaves the room. BRUTUS leans forward on his
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.
'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
Mr. Bean. You lookin' to stay long in California?
BEAN grins. At last. A question he can answer. He nods, happily.
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.
He was incredible. This guy is fearless. He has no fear.
That's one - way of looking at it. You might also say this guy is
brainless he has no brain'.
Well, there is that ...
(TO BEAN )
I'11 give you a chance... Know anything about computers?
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.
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.
Come on, winkle.
KEVIN clicks on a cuckoo clock in the WIZARD's room. The cuckoo pops out
holding a key in its beak.
It's gotta be here. Something to get the key away from the
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.
Click, click, click, click, click ...
The frog croaks and jumps off a little round stone. KEVIN gets excited.
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.
Beanie, you are waaaaay Cool!
KEVIN slaps BEAN on the back. BEAN is delighted. Close on monitor, showing
The Goblin game-
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.
DAVID is in the kitchen - setting out the roses in a vase. The door opens -
enter ALISON. Some tension.
Hi..... (PAUSE ) Roses.
Yes. And I have a wine for dinner
that will kill you.
Great. ( SHE SETTLES A LITTLE ) You said you'd ask Grierson about
putting our guest somewhere else. Did you?
Sort of half.....
I was sort of half way through the sentence in which I would have
asked him when it suddenly seemed like a mistake.
Honestly David, you're so spineless.
Pause. Jennifer looks around. She can't help but hear. Not a happy
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.
But no real change.
Almost instantly, BEAN is back. He rummages through a drawer and takes out
some large elastic bands. And leaves.
I really do need some time on my own. Away from here.
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.
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
DAVID and ALISON just stare. BEAN is followed by KEVIN who wears the same ears
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.
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.
EXT. THE LEARY HOUSE NIGHT.
A taxi drives away. Alison is in it.
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.
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".
It's a kind of an interesting swap. Mom for the Man from Ga Ga.
She gets up and walks away.
Jen - you don't wanna talk about it?
It's you and Mom that need to talk.
Sure. You're right.
You know, Mr. Bean's okay. You're not gonna kick him out, are
(FROM HER DOOR)
Of course he is.
Yes, I am. I must.
INT. HALL/BEAN'S ROOM. DAY.
DAVID heads for Mr BEAN's room, and knocks cautiously on the door.
(o. o. v)
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
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.
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.
None of your folks here - Family?
BEAN starts to look for something in particular. DAVID uses the pause to
broach the awful subject.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Bean can I ask you something?
Do you think you can ever really know someone? Even if you've
known them, well, almost all your life? What do you think?
BEAN thinks hard, then looks at his watch, makes his excuses and simple
INT. GALLERY CORRIDOR. DAY.
BEAN at a pay phone. He dials carefully-
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'.
INT. CANTEEN. DAY.
BEAN returns, sits down and starts to eat again. David is still deep in
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
BEAN nods. He is not on David's emotional level here.
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
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.
INT. THE GRIERSON GALLERY. CORRIDOR - DAY.
BEAN and David en route to the painting.
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?
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.
As you can see, security's pretty tight in this section. Nobody
gets past Elmer here. Isn't that right?
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.
You've known me five years Elmer. When do you get to calling me
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
You think he's tough you should see the size of the hunk that
works the night shift.
INT. THE GRIERSON GALLERY. THE WHISTLER ROOM - DAY.
The room is very dark, only tiny lights in the corner.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
I was hoping DU. Bean might take a look at my computer project
Yes. I'11 mention it to him. But ... he's kind of his own guy,
Howls he getting on with the family?
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.
And howls Alison?
She's ... well, she's good.
Saw her at the movies the other night with that boss of hers.
Nice guy. Good looking.
Yes, isn't he.
It's great when people who work together can become real friends.
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
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
Look, I've left Bean on his own. Nice to chat though Bernie -
always a subtle joy.
Thanks, David. Always a pleasure.
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.
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?
'Emergency measures, in your book means sack people right?
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 ....
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.
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
True love can be very hard.
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
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
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.
Seems to be a problem with the door.(PAUSE) Where's the picture
Pause. Pause. BEAN finally shows it. Not a pretty sight.
Oh Jesus. Oh God. Oh Jesus God. Oh Mary Mother of Jesus. Oh
Jesus of Nazareth.
Ahm.... (setting himself up for an interesting, comprehensive
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,
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
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.
He scribbles something on it, tears the page out, licks it and sticks it on
the cupboard door. It reads `OUT OF ORDER'.
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.
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.
INT. CORRIDOR. DAY-
They bump straight into GRIERSON and ELMER.
Ah, David. Showing Dr. Bean our good lady?
Actually I'm not a...
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.
Well, good - think I may go and look at her myself...
Er ... pray tell me why?
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.
I better continue my rounds, sir..
He strolls away.
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.
Time taken its toll on the old girl, eh?
Exactly. She's in a surprisingly terrible state. Isn't she,
Whistler was a great painter, but he wasn't a great chooser of
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,
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 ...
... you have to sack me. I understand, sir. I'll go quietly. In
fact I'll go right now.
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.
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?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Congratulations. Marvellous thing. Bravo.
GRIERSON leaves. DAVID turns to BEAN.
Bean. Do you drink?
BEAN shakes his head.
Neither do I.
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.
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:
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.
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 ....
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.
... 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.
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.
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
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.
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.
INT. LEARY HOUSE. DAVID'S ROOM - NIGHT
DAVID is asleep in bed. The camera moves out into the hall and into BEAN's
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
SOME OF KEVIN'S CHEWING GUM. 6 EGGS
A COOKING BASIN
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
AND 4 VOLUMES OF THE ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA.
Fully tooled, he snaps the suitcase shut.
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.
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.
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
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:
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.
EXT. STREET. NIGHT-
BEAN zipping along on the skate board with his suitcase.
INT. GRIERSON GALLERY. UTILITY ROOM - NIGHT.
BUCK, trouserless, is sitting, reading a newspaper next to a noisy washing
INT. THE LEARY HOUSE. BEAN'S ROOM. NIGHT. KITCHEN - DAY
BEAN lies back in bed with quiet satisfaction.
INT. DAVID'S ROOM. MORNING.
DAVID wakes with a violent start.
0 my God. Tell it vas a dream.
The door swings open. It is Bean with a tray of coffee and toast.
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.
He laughs cheerily.
INT. DAVID'S CAR.
Bean is still chuckling.
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.
I think you're wrong, David. She looks as fine as she's ever
looked. Worth every cent of the 10 million dollar-s.
Bravo. Let's put on a good show tomorrow, shall we? Don't want
anything to go wrong.
Quite right, sir.
Grierson leaves. David gets close to the painting and peers ....
Wait a minute.
BEAN just puts his finger to his mouth...
He lets out a hug smile - he can solve the problems of the world, as well as
INT. THE LEARY HOUSE. HALL- SATURDAY
JENNIFER skips down t-he stairs, carrying a trendy duffel bag, just as DAVID
enters from the kitchen.
Ah ... Jennifer, I need you to watch Kevin. Jen?
But JENNIFER has already reached the front door ....
Be serious, Dad. It's Saturday.
EXT. THE LEARY HOUSE - DAY
JENNIFER is heading down the path. DAVID runs out of the house and catches up
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.
He hands JENNIFER a helmet.
Don't worry, Dad. I'll be home. Monday, after school.
BEAN and KEVIN arrive at DAVID's side to spectre.
Hey, En, nice bike'- but remember: any kids you have are gonna
look just like its handsome driver.
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.
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.
She slaps STINGO on the shoulder. STINGO kicks the starter lever. Nothing.
Again. Nothing ...
Come on Sting!
Sting?! Sounds like something you put on a rash.
STINGO is still kicking the starter. DAVID is desperate.
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
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!
INT. THE GRIERSON GALLERY. RECEPTION AREA - DAY
DAVID, BEAN and KEVIN at the reception desk.
So, Kevin. How's it going?
Badly. You wanna adopt me?
ANNIE smiles cutely at BEAN. DAVID is still rattled.
Big day today, huh?
Uh ... yes ...
DAVID looks askance at BEAN. BERNIE hurries up and takes DAVID to one side.
Great day. At last we can start getting out of debt and
concentrating on the future.
Yes, look, I wanted to talk to you about this. I'm sure we
haven't been doing as badly as all that.
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.
Annie ... would you look after Kevin? And Kevin - you look after
He heads off with BERNIE. Back at the counter. BEAN, KEVIN & ANNIE.
My Dad told me all about you.
Did he now?
He says you've got a babe count of ten out of ten, and a brain
cell count of about two and a half.
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.
Catch you later, babe.(goes after Bean) Come on, Beanie - there
must be a computer here somewhere. I hate paintings. They don't
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.
Well, congratulations. Isn't that great, David?
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
Well, bravo! What with you and Whistler's Ma - I think I've got a
DAVID slightly embarrassed not to be included in the winning team. He looks
to the poster of Whistler's Mother behind GRIERSON's desk.
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.
This is way cool, Beanie.
He clicks again, and a tiny talking Toulouse Lautrec starts to explain the
provenance of the painting.
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.
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.
You arrange those flowers yourself?
They're pretty. Learn it in the army?
No - but when you've torn out a man's throat with your bare hands,
you learn to appreciate the beautiful things in life.
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
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.
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.
What a pleasure, Governor Reynolds. I'd like you to meet some of
our staff here. (checks a prompt card).
And that's where you introduce me to the Governor.
Right. Got it.
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.
Good day, Governor Reynolds. I'm Annie ...
Curtsy? Are you kidding? This is 1990s America. Women don't
curtsy, they run the damn country!
That's Annie, sir.
GRIERSON takes BERNIE on to ELMER who is next in line.
This is Elmer, our longest serving...
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
David Leary. I'd like to echo my colleagues welcome to you and
thank you for your patronage ...
BERNIE rudely cuts him off.
Okay, that'll do. The Governor's here in half an hour. We have
to be totally ready then. No excuses. Period!
Thank you Bernie. Well done. Now, If you'll excuse - I have a
little smartening up to do myself.
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 -
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
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).
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:
A message pops up: "ACCESS DENIED" BEAN tries something 0 else.
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.
How goes it, Bean? Ready for the Governor?
BEAN smiles and nods nervously. He knows he's probably up to something he
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:
That damned message again: `ACCESS DENIED'. Then, as though something is
dawning on him, he punches in:
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.
INT. THE GRIERSON GALLERY. THE WHISTLER ROOM - DAY
BERNIE enters - DAVID is looking at Whistler's Mother, still puzzled.
David? Lift off!
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.
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.
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
BRUTUS and his SIDE-KICK COP fall into step behind him. They are the Police
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.
what a pleasure, Governor. Welcome.
Hi, Grierson, forgive the war paint. Going on To my regiment/s
Not at all, Governor. Very striking.
REYNOLDS takes in GRIERSON's suit.
Why thank you sir.
off the peg?
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.
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.
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
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
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.
Good day, Governor. I'm Annie. You know, you're a lot taller
than you were half an hour ago.
Well, that's great to hear at my age, Annie. Thank you very much.
Governor Reynolds, does your wife, like, have to curtsy? Or does
she 0 have a decent job?
Er ... Mrs. Reynolds is doing just fine. Just fine.
He spots KEVIN and winks at him. KEVIN smiles back.
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
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
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.
INT. THE GRIERSON GALLERY - DAY.
REYNOLDS has moved on to ELMER who salutes crisply. REYNOLDS returns the
salute with pride.
Nice set of medals there Elmer. Which beach they drop you on?
Couldn't tell you sir. I was so drugged up with the killing I
didn't know where I was.
Well, congratulations soldier.
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.
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.
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
Nice tie, fella.
DAVID grins to himself.
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,
INT. THE GRIERSON GALLERY. GROUND FLOOR - DAY
REYNOLDS stops to admire a small painting - a twelfth century 'Crucifixion of
Ah, one of my favourites. It expresses a universal agony that the
established Church so rarely acknowledges, don't you think?
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.
Everything okay, David?
Yes. Ahm. I was just wondering where my English house guest had
He's just parking the Governor's car.
Great - keep him out of trouble.
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.
INT. THE GRIERSON GALLERY. GROUND FLOOR - DAY
GOVERNOR REYNOLDS turns away from another picture.
Can we go and see Mrs. Whistler now? My eyes are making my feet
sore, as my wife would say.
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.
INT. WHISTLER ROOM. DAY.
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
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'.
REYNOLDS is delighted. He stands back to inspect her.
Well, hello Ma'am! Yes - she certainly looks a million dollars to
me - or should I say ten million dollars!
Bravo - what do you say to a final glass of, though I say it
myself, rather 'expensive' champagne. (grins smugly)
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.
Governor, I don't believe you've met Dr Bean, our expert from
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
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.
INT. GALLERY CORRIDOR. DAY.
Governor REYNOLDS storming through the Gallery, with -BERNIE and GRIERSON
scampering after him.
You were going to sell the State of California a poster - for ten
million dollars! Who the hell do you think you are, Shorty!?
Look, Governor - just wait - it's may not be as bad as it looks
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.
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.
David. There's a call for you. It's your wife.
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.
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.
She's on line three!
KEVIN grabs BEAN's hand and they both run after DAVID. ANNIE watches BEAN go
Such... great buns.
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.
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
I am sorry you feel that way.
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
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.
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.
Come on man! Move it!
A car passes by them slowly. ELMER is driving. He shouts from his window.
Hey, Cop, wanna ride? Jeese, where do they get you guys?
The cops jump in his car while it is still moving.
EXT. THE GRIERSON GALLERY - DAY
REYNOLDS at the entrance. BERNIE walks up sheepishly, holding up car keys.
There is one other tiny problem, sir.
EXT. STREET. DAY.
DAVID's car speeds by. ELMER's car is not far behind it.
INT. DAVID'S CAR - DAY
DAVID is driving fast.
Is Jenny gonna be okay?
She was wearing a helmet. It could have been worse.
But is she gonna be okay?
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
DAVID slams on the brakes. He nearly went through a red light.
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.
It's okay! I'll tail 'em!
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
INT. HOSPITAL. CORRIDOR. DAY
ALISON and DAVID are standing where they were before, three paces apart.
ALISON is upset, tired and drawn.
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
I'll be back in a minute.
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."
At least you didn't bring Mr Bean with you.
Ah, well ....
INT. HOSPITAL. CORRIDOR - DAY
BEAN is looking for his friends. A doctor sweeps by him. A nurse behind.
We need you urgently in C Theatre.
Damn. I was just going to Number 4 ....
It is urgent, sir.
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.
INT. HOSPITAL. RECEPTION - DAY
ELMER is at the busy reception desk and has been talking with a nurse.
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.
BUCK looks up, painfully, goes to say something, then dashes into a men's room
close-by. ELMER shakes his head and leaves.
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.
Doctor ... Bean?
BEAN is fed up trying to correct people with this misconception.
Actually ... (huge sigh) ... Yes, yes, yes...
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.
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 ...
Like playing them recordings of their dish washers and coffee
That right. So I went home and picked it up.
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.
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.
He's coming round.
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.
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.
I'm sorry. it's only MY first week.
BEAN hands the knife to the NURSE testily.
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
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.
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.
INT. HOSPITAL. CORRIDOR - DAY.
BEAN exits from the theatre - still in gown and mask, followed by the
assistant. The police SIDE-KICK is waiting.
Any news on the chief?.
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.
0 my god.
Sorry, honey - he just happened to tag along.
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.
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
Another doctor comes along - the same one who they spoke to first. He's
young, confident slightly arrogant.
Excuse me, doctor.
Really Ma'am, we'll get to you in due course.
DAVID looks at the poster opposite again. Spine, ribcage, skull. Looks back
at Bean gesturing to it. This time the penny drops! Spine spineless!
Say that again, son.
I beg your pardon?
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.
I'm er ... sorry if you've been waiting a long time.
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.
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.
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!
Yes, and Bean, for God's sake, keep out of the goddamn way, will
BEAN nods enthusiastically and backs off.
Smiling Well, well.
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.
Let's get a coffee.
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.
Help me with this. It's a scientific experiment. We're gonna
wake up Sleeping Beauty here with the tortured screams of Vampire
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.
INT. HOSPITAL. CORRIDOR - NIGHT
By a drinks machine. ALISON finishes drinking from a plastic cup.
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.
Everything's gonna be fine.
It was nothing. We're not ... He just makes me laugh. When was
the last time we laughed? Any of us?
I know... I know. I've been an arsehole of spectacular
proportions. Olympic standard.
They look down to see KEVIN has arrived.
These guys just hijacked the T.V. Me and Bean were trying to ...
A hospital PORTER passes, pushing the T.V. on a trolley.
Sorry, folks. We're short on these and there's another kid down
the hall that could use ...
Wait a minute .... (about to get tough again)
Please. It's okay. Really. (to David) Wow - who put the fire
in you, my' man?
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.
INT. HOSPITAL. CORRIDOR - NIGHT
DAVID, ALISON and KEVIN walk back towards the room.
Maybe I ought to think about getting another job.
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.
I thought you said....
INT. HOSPITAL. JENNIFER'S ROOM - DAY
The LEARYS appear in the open doorway. Their expressions turn from curiosity
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.
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.
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.
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
ALISON grins at him. Then at BEAN.
MIX THROUGH TO:
INT. LEARY HOUSE. KITCHEN. NIGHT.
ALISON is fixing some coffee. DAVID enters.
Here, let me do that.
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.
Ahm - excuse me ... ( POINTING TO HIS WATCH ) You know..
They jump apart. The moment is gone.
Oh yes. Sorry. Though I think these are ready.
ALISON takes out two single socks which have been neatly wrapped around a
couple of drinks mats and put in the toaster slots.
There. Is that how you like them?
BEAN beams at her. He's impressed - and feels he's accepted. He leaves.
He's not too bad. I can live with him.
I'm afraid you don't know the half of it. Sit down. I have a tale
to tell. And not a happy one.
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.
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.
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-
CUT TO BERNIE, looking smug next to DAVID, who is pretty shocked by this.
He's a man with a plan who will haul us into profitability and
the 21st century.
Thank you, sir. Although, I'm afraid I don't quite see how we
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
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.
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
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
David, David, David ...
I'm fired? Because I let a... copy of a painting the get stolen?
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.
I will of course invite you an excellent reference - or Bernie
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.
Of course, Dr. Bean, we'll arrange alternative accommodation
for you. I believe Bernie has a spare room with en suite
DAVID glares at BERNIE. BEAN is thinking 'No! I don't want to stay with
How are you making out there?
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,
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.
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
INT. GRIERSON'S OFFICE - DAY.
BEAN swiftly obliges and sits at the computer.
Perhaps you'd like to bring up Whistler's Mother.
But BEAN has another plan. He begins to click boxes.
INT. THE GRIERSON GALLERY. MAIN GALLERY - DAY.
The Millais painting we have seen before, with the padlock, comes up on the
Ah, Our visiting professor has chosen the splendid Millais
painting - "His Mistress"
INT. GRIERSON'S OFFICE. DAY.
BEAN busy on the computer.
Just click on the corner.
BEAN again disobeys ... He clicks on the padlock repeatedly - humming the
familiar 'Goblins' tune. BERNIE is looking very tense.
Right let me take over now...
BEAN turns and snarls at him - almost a bark ...
INT. THE MAIN GALLERY - DAY
Everyone is glued to the screens.
You've had long enough on it now. A joke's a joke. That's it.
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.
INT. GRIERSON'S OFFICE DAY
The blood drains from BERNIE's face. Still humming happily, BEAN slowly types
in the letters:
You can stop right there, Mr! Those are confidential ...
Words and figures fill the screen. BEAN throws his hands up and sings a
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
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.
INT. GRIERSON'S OFFICE ~ DAY
Excuse me, If I may just ...
Shut up, Schimmel. Exactly how long have you been siphoning
gallery money into your own private accounts?
DAVID scrolls down the screen.
Look at all this - publicity expenditure ... catering ... all
completely fictional ... back as far as June 93 ...
I don't think you really understand what you're looking at ...
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.
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
Pause. All eyes turn to BEAN. CUT TO people watching the big screens
Dr. Bean. Have you got anything to say to that?
BEAN looks long and hard at BERNIE.
Yes- (PAUSE) It's exceedingly rude to point.
And punches BERNIE sharply in the nose. Everyone in the gallery bursts into
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.
(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
BEAN nods his head firmly. The car pulls away. Then breaks and reverses.
The SIDE-KICK gets out.
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.
SIDE-KICK drives AWAY. GRIERSON turns to DAVID.
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.
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
And a car.
Maybe two cars.
A car sounds sensible.
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
Who shoos him away instantly. No sloppiness for him.
EXT. THE LEARY HOUSE. HALL - DAY.
The LEARY family in a group. JENNIFER's arm in a sling.
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.
Good-bye Mr Bean. Sorry I screamed that first time.
He shakes her broken arm firmly ... and she screams again.
Come on hurry or we'll be late.
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.
... Oh, and Grierson phoned Lord Walton at the National. Said
good things about you. So expect a great reception back home,
BEAN delighted. Promotion is in his sights. He studies his watch. He's
being polite but held really like to get going.
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.
... in the distant future.
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
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.
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.
INT. THE NATIONAL GALLERY - DAY
BEAN enters the reception hall. It is totally deserted.
He frowns, and heads on, puzzled..
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
They've moved, guy.
BEAN is utterly perplexed. He looks round the corner into another empty
gallery, and shakes his head.
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?
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
Is he gone?
Yes, my lord.
Tell the others.
Very well, my lord.
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.
MISS HUTCHINSON's head pops in.
Massive cheer, bowlers in the air, massive music. Roll credits.
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.
EXT. MOTORWAY. DAY.
The crate sits on the back of a speeding truck.
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
And cut to the plane flying through clear skies. Though, for the Lear's of
course there are no clear skies ahead.