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SALT'S FACTORY
(Women are on the factory floor unwrapping Wonka Bars.
The Salts are upstairs in an office.)
VERUCA: I wanted to be the first to find a Golden Ticket,
Daddy.
MR. SALT: I know, Angel. We're doing the best we can. I've
got every girl on the bleeding staff hunting for you.
VERUCA: All right, where is it? Why haven't they found it?
MR. SALT: Veruca, sweetheart, I'm not a magician! Give me
time!
VERUCA: I want it now! What's the matter with those twerps
down there?
MR. SALT: For five days now the entire flipping factory's
been on the job. They haven't shelled a peanut in there
since Monday. They've been shelling flaming chocolate bars
from dawn to dusk.
VERUCA: Make 'em work nights.
MR. SALT: (shouting down the stairs) Come along, come along,
you girls, put a jack in it or you'll be out on your ears,
every one of you! And listen to this: the first girl that
finds a Golden Ticket gets a one pound bonus in her pay
bucket! What do you think of that?
(The women scream and begin unwrapping more furiously.)
VERUCA: They're not even trying. They don't want to find
it. They're jealous of me.
MR. SALT: Sweetheart, I can't push 'em no harder. Nineteen
thousand bars an hour they're shelling. Seven hundred and
sixty thousand they've done so far.
VERUCA: You promised, Daddy! You promised I'd have it the
very first day!
MRS. SALT: You're going to very unpopular around here,
Henry, if you don't deliver soon.
MR. SALT: It breaks my heart, Henrietta. I hate to see her
unhappy.
VERUCA: I won't talk to you ever again. You're a rotten,
mean father. You never give me anything I want. And I
won't go to school 'til I have it.
MR. SALT: Veruca, sweetheart, angel . . . Now. There are
only four tickets left in the whole world, and the whole
ruddy world's hunting for them. What can I do?
WORKER: I got it! I got it, Mr. Salt, here it is!
VERUCA: It's about time too! I want it!
(Slugworth leads the worker up the stairs to Veruca.)
VERUCA: Give me that ticket! It's mine! I've found a
Golden Ticket!
(Slugworth whispers in Veruca's ear.)
MR. SALT: Thank God for that.
MRS. SALT: Aye. Happiness is what counts with children.
Happiness and harmony.
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