Adam Page #5

- Adam!

No. I'm glad you asked.

Bethy, I'm not going anywhere.

Any more questions, Mr. Prosecutor?

No.

See? He fits right in.

You put him on the spot,

confronted him, pushed him.

Well, I I didn't understand what he was saying.

Maybe that's not his fault. Monday

he goes on trial, in case you didn't get that.

You don't talk about going to jail!

- It seemed like the important thing.

- The important thing?

All of a sudden you know what's important?

You can't say two words

on how you feel about anything...

but you know what's important to my family.

- I-I do

- You know, my father's not some criminal, okay?

- Oh, okay.

- Just forget it!

- Beth?

- I'm going home! And please don't follow me!

May I come in?

I'm sorry.

It's some chocolate.

I'm not Forrest Gump, you know.

Of course not. I didn't me

- Was that a joke? Are you joking?

- Well, I can joke.

I'm sorry.

I:

I took it out on you.

I'm justjust scared for my father.

You can apologize too, you know.

Well, you said it was your fault.

I got an interview.

You did?

Halloran Industries, research and engineering...

for space communication and exploration.

Adam, that's that's perfect!

Break out the chocolate.

Let's go get some champagne.

Well, no, it's just an interview.

There's a saying in my family:

It's never too early to drink the champagne.

You'd be good at this job, right?

So all you gotta do is let 'em know it.

That's all? That's impossible.

When is it?

It February 3 17 days.

Right. So that's how long you got.

You gotta learn it during the day,

and then I'll help you at night.

They'll think I'm a freak.

Fine. Whatever you say.

Beth?

Beth?

Come on.

Whoa!

In most interview situations...

the greeting is done in the standing position.

Simple greeting. "Hello. Nice to meet you."

Basic greeting. "Hello. My name is Jason.

Nice to meet you."

Mr. Buchwald, how do you plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Involved greeting.

"Hello. You must be Ms. Austen.

My name is Jason. Nice to meet you."

Mr. Raki?

I'm Elizabeth Buchwald.

I'll be interviewing you

for the job we discussed over the phone.

- Phone?

- Nice to meet you?

Oh, right, right.

Eyes. Please, step into my office.

Make it a goal of your interview...

to mention each of your strengths at least once.

The items listed as assets

are really expenses...

covered up in order to increase

the earnings statement of the company.

Eye contact.

One way to get around

the poor eye contact dilemma...

is to have the candidate look

at the interviewer's forehead.

Practice is needed, however,

because it will still require an effort...

to remember to look at a forehead.

- Beth?

- No!

Just once more, please.

Adam, can't you think about anyone but yourself,

even for a minute?

- I'm sorry.

- No.

Okay.

Tell me something about

your previous work experience, Mr. Raki.

At your last job, how much of the work

did you perform independently?

How much as a team?

Now, you've testified that your relationship

with the Cooper family...

is personal as well as professional,

isn't that right?

Yes. Eric Cooper and I

have been associated for over 30 years.

He's become a close friend.

But that doesn't mean

Would you tell the court a little...

about your relationship

with Jennifer Cooper?

She's a wonderful young woman.

I've known her her her whole life.

Isn't it true that you'd be eager to help

Jennifer with any problem she was having?

- Yes.

- Out of your affection for the family, of course.

Sure.

Now, Mr. Buchwald,

would you feel compelled to help Jennifer...

to preserve your own reputation?

No.

Did you have an affair with Ms. Cooper in 2001?

- Objection, Your Honor.

- Mr. Buchwald opened the door, Your Honor.

I understand the evidence, counselor.

Overruled.

Please answer the question.

Yes. Briefly.

So, Jennifer had every reason to believe...

that you would help her with this problem.

That had noth

The one had nothing to do with the other.

Nothing.

All rise.

Be seated.

Mr. Raki.

Hello. You must be Doug Breindel. I'm Adam Raki.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Come in.

Six inches by Sunday morning

before this storm moves its way through-

So it is a major storm.

- Beth?

- Adam, is Beth there?

No, she isn't.

Marty pled guilty.

There's some discretion in sentencing.

TheThe hearing is tomorrow.

We may have to make statements,

but she isn't answering her cell.

I called the school,

but they she wasn't there.

Do you know when she'll be home?

No. I thought I was waiting for

Adam, please. Can you check her calendars,

see if there's anywhere I can reach her?

Okay.

Never mind. Marty's coming. I have to go.

They'reThey're keeping him overnight.

Tell her to call me.

Tell her to call me right away.

Adam!

I've been thinking about you all afternoon.

How did it go?

I forgot my phone. How did the interview go?

Okay, you're right.

- Right?

- My father and I arranged for us to meet.

You arranged?

I knew they were gonna be at the theater.

They really wanted to meet you.

Now, will you please tell me what happened?

You lied?

Just a little.

Ha-ha-ha! Fooled you!

Dumb Adam!

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb!

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Adam!

Adam, I didn't I I'm sorry. I

- Adam, please just calm down.

- No, I hate you!

- No!

- I hate you! I hope your father goes to jail forever.

- I hate you!

- What?

He's guilty! Your mother called.

And he's a liar like you,

and he's going to jail. I hate you!

You're a child, Adam.

F*** Asperger's. You're a f***ing child.

Liar!

A long time ago, when I told Grandpa Morris...

that I wanted to get married...

he said Marty was great...

but that he was an angles guy.

What does that mean?

That he was a guy who plays the angles...

in business, love.

He even said...

he might wind up in jail someday.

And I told him he didn't understand Marty...

and that even if he ended up in jail for life...

I would never regret marrying him.

And I don't.

We have to help him now, Beth.

Tell the judge who your father is in your life...

who he's always been.

Whatever...

bad decisions he's made.

Okay.

Okay, Mom.

Now, I read that planets

are lined up across the sky...

like they haven't been in 30,000 years.

Uh-huh.

You didn't get the job you were going for?

No.

That why you so down?

- Hell, I've lost more jobs than-

- No.

- Beth and I broke up.

- Oh.

She lied. She lied, and I found out about it.

I can't trust her anymore.

These all seem fine.

Now, before I went into the service...

I met a girl who made me a promise.

When I came back,

she was right there waiting for me.

But I found out

she hadn't quite kept her promise...

so I put some things in a bag and I left.

Never spoke to her again.

Though sometimes the wanting to was

was like a live animal

clawing at my chest from the inside.

Thirty-five years.

She's the only picture in my head...

can still stop me in broad daylight...

and make me curse myself

for a stubborn old fool.

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